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Death Chick 666 - Chapter 5 - Sometimes, the Real World Sucks

  Chapter 5 It didn’t take Reeves long to learn all of Deena Christianson’s known associates and extended family.  It was a small group of people but they were spread out. It would have been a lot of leg work except her Aunt Clara filed a missing person’s report. It looked like her niece was visiting and she didn’t come home one night. The local cops took the report but that was about it. The name wasn’t Deena, but Diana. A quick check showed Aunt Clara didn’t have a niece named Diana. Reeves showed her his badge when she opened the door. She was younger than he figured, better looking too.  “What can I do for you officer?” She said it with an attitude Reeves recognized from his days when his badge was real. She was not a fan of law enforcement. “It’s about your niece, Deena.” "Who?" "Diana, but let's not pretend they aren't the same person." “Since you don’t have her with you, I take the news is going to be bad. Is she dead?” That didn't sound like the

Death Chick 666 - chapter 4 - Big Bad Beezlebub Blaster

  “So, what do we do now? Just wait?” “Yeah.” Trevor held up his phone, “I don’t get any service up here.” “People don’t go camping to spend all their time looking at their phones.” “Which is why I don’t camp. Actually, shouldn’t we have like a tent or something? A sleeping bag?” “I don’t think we’re going to have to wait long after the sun goes down after what we did to the old man back at the store.” “We?” “Okay, me.” “Speaking of which, what am I supposed to do when these wolfmen show up? I don’t have any weapons.” DC, who was wearing her full armor with the rail gun on her hip and the machine gun on her back pointed at the picnic table, “Hide under there and let me take care of it.” “Could you give me a weapon? You can get stuff from the game so how about one of those fully automatic double-barrelled shotguns, what do they call it?” “Beezlebub blaster. Actually the Big Bad Beelzebub Blaster.” “Yeah, the quad B. Can I have one of those? It’s my favorite in the game. I kick serious a

It's so Easy

We had so much fun the first time we're doing it again. That's right more Rock-N-Noirror.  What is Rock-N-Noirror? It's noir and or horror stories from the low down and sleazy side of rock and roll. You can find out all about it  here . (if you'd like to submit I highly recommend checking it out, plus you'll enjoy it). This time we decided to do one of those 'stories inspired by _______ all the cool indie publishers are doing. It should be easy.  So, we're looking for stories inspired by the most excellent band Guns and Roses, and/or the late 80's early 90's scene they spawned*.  *That's right, LA. Guns stories are in play. The rules as to what that entrails are pretty loose. For legal reasons keep it inspired not plagiarized, meaning no lyric quotes.  Stories need to be between 1k and 10k words. Genre is crime, horror, or sci-fi and any sub-genre of those three. Violence, sex, and bad words are not only acceptable but encouraged (do try to bring

Death Chick 666 - Chapter 3 - I Thought You'd be More Cryptic than Creepy

“This is the end of the line, Trevor.” “Seriously? Here?” Trevor said as he spread his arms and spun around in the parking lot of the Marathon gas station. “What’s wrong with here?” “Other than it’s the type of place where the weird gas station attendant tells you not to go camping by the lake because the last people that did that disappeared never to be found again?” “You really think so?” “You don’t?” DC smiled, “Of course I do. I didn’t think you were that perceptive. In fact, I’m going to go inside and get warned off.” “Are you serious?” “Yeah, why else would I be here? It’s not like this thing runs on gas.” Trevor took a second to think about what it did run on and then asked, “Are you going to kill somebody?” “Yeah, but not right now. It’s why you should stay here and see if you could hitch a ride or something.” “Stay here?” “Yeah, think about it. You need to get somewhere the Ledoux’s don’t have people.” “I’ll give you that but why can’t I stay with you a bit longer? I’m not th