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 that bad am I?”

“You’re not bad at all Trevor but you don’t want to be around for this next part.”

“What if I said I want to help?”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what’s next.”

 She turned and headed for the gas station.

Trevor caught up and went inside with her.


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“Why aren’t you just the cutest thing,” the old man behind the register said as DC set a bottle of

Mountain Dew on the counter.

“You know I was expecting more cryptic than creepy,” she told him.

“Excuse me?”

She smiled. Instead of answering him, she asked, “Do you know the way to Lake Lupine?”

“Of course I do, I’ve lived here all my life, spent many an hour up at Lake Lupine.”

DC waited for a beat and when he didn’t add any more to the story she said, “Are you going to share?”

The old guy made a show of looking at his watch before he said, “You don’t want to go up there right

now little lady.”

“I don’t?”

 “It’ll be dark long before you get there and you don’t want to be at the lake after dark.”

“That’d make it kind of hard to camp if I’m not there after dark.”

“You don’t want to camp there, ever. Visit during the daytime.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think you know. I think you’re one of them thrill-seeker types who want to post videos on the

YouTubes of you and your dumb friend staying the night at the Slay Ground. That’s all well and good

but I’m not going to help you.”

“Slay Ground? I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I’m just looking to spend some time with nature.”

“Plenty of natural places where you won’t end up on the dinner plate. I’ve seen too many people drive

up that road and never come back,” he said as he turned his head and looked toward the front of the

store, “I don’t want to see another one.”

Trevor stood by the counter and looked in the direction the old man was looking. There was really only

one view of the outside from where the old man spent his day, a sliver of daylight in between signs for

Pepsi products and light beer. He looked out the window and saw the dirt road. It was the only thing

he could really see. It looked almost as if the signs had been positioned so anyone who looked that way

would have to see it.

He pointed, “Do you mean that road?”

The old man shook his head, “I guess you might not be as dumb as I thought but if you’re really smart

you’ll forget all about that road.”

DC laughed.

“What’s so funny?” the old man asked.

“You and you’re whole ‘I’ve seen too many people drive up that road bit’.”

“You think the disappearance of seventeen people is funny?”

“No, I think your little routine is funny. Did you pull it on all seventeen? Did you send them all up that

road you ‘accidentally’ told us about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do. It takes a long time to get there that way and it only leads to one camp spot. It kinds of

makes it easy for the Wolf Men of Lake Lupine to find their victims. It also helps them out that you can

take the short way and be up there waiting for them.”

“I don’t like what you’re implying young lady.”

“Implying? I’m not implying jack shit.”

“I think I want you two out of my store.”

“First I have to show you something.”

DC reached out and her hand disappeared. She smiled as the old man gave her a puzzled looked. She

pulled her hand away and it reappeared holding the railgun.

The old man realized what was happening and went for something under the counter. She stuck the

six-inch steel spike loaded in the gun through his forehead. He stumbled back but didn’t fall.

He looked at her with empty black eyes, “You’re going to have to do better than that young lady. You’re

not the only one who can do tricks.”

He flicked his wrist and from the tips of his fingers, long yellowing talons emerged. He opened his

mouth and his jaw elongated to the top of his stomach. Two rows of jagged razor-like teeth pushed their

way through his gums.

While he was doing that she reached back into her invisible box and took out a flat oblong object that

looked like a chainsaw blade without a motor. She pushed it into a slot at the end of the railgun and it

locked in place. Once it clicked into its spot something in the rail gun got the chain spinning. She fired

the chainsaw blade which spun in a tight circle as it flew through the air.

It sliced through the old man’s huge open mouth and took his head off before sticking in the wall behind

him.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to kill anybody,” Trevor said and the head fell to the floor

followed by his body.

“He’s not really an ‘anybody’ or didn’t you notice?”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I told you to wait outside hitch a ride,” she said as she hopped the counter and pulled the chainsaw bolt

out of the wall.

“Yeah, and I should have listened, but that ship has kind of sailed.”

“You asked how I got to bring my Hellscape character into the real world,” she said as she picked up the

old man’s head, “Well, you’re looking at it.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant but as he watched her go around the counter with the old man’s head in

her hands he had to ask, “What are you going to do with that?”

“Put it in my saddlebag.”

“Why? Is this part of taking his soul to power the Reaper Cycle?”

“This motherfucker gave up his soul a while ago. Grab my soda and the beef jerky.”

“Should we pay for it?”

“No.”

Trevor grabbed her stuff and started to follow her out the door but he went back and looked over the

counter doing his best to avoid looking at the shriveled up headless body sitting in a growing pool of

thick black blood. He reached under the old man was reaching before she put a spike in his forehead.

He found a double-barrel shotgun with the handle cut down to a pistol grip and the twin barrels shortened

to the point he could stash it under his coat. He cracked the barrel and saw two shells. He snapped it shut

and took a cheap backpack off the shelves and stuffed it inside. It wasn’t as cool as the arsenal she was able to

deploy but it was better than nothing and he had a feeling things were going to get worse before they got

better.

He filled the backpack up with snacks and drinks and ran outside to join her.

“Where are you going now?” he asked as she yanked the spike out of the old man’s forehead so she could

stuff his head into the saddlebag hanging on her bike.

“You mean where are we going.  I can’t really leave you here alive as a witness so you’re either coming

with me or…”

“Okay, where are we going?”

“Camping, at the lake.”

“You mean Lake Lupine?”

“Yeah.”

“You did hear say Wolf Men of Lake Lupine, didn’t you? That implies there’s more of them.”

“I know. I’m counting on it.”

Trevor was glad he grabbed the shotgun.



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