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Post by 2old on Dec 24, 2018 17:39:36 GMT -5
Here ya go boys and girls. The novel in its completed form for your reading enjoyment. Please feel free to leave a comment.
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CHAPTER 1
It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly she appeared. wearing the mud-coated wedding dress.
She entered the venue and to her surprise, not a soul was there.
The lights were on, the tables were set and yet not one detail was out of place to indicate or explain the reason for the emptiness that she had walked into.
Suddenly, she heard the door slam shut and lock. She screamed upon realizing that she was not really alone. Then the lights went out.
She was trembling with fear and needed a place to hide but couldn't find her way in the dark.
From out of nowhere a hand suddenly reached out, smearing her face with wedding cake and icing.
It was a skeletal hand, and she recoiled in horror.
The hauntingly quiet room was suddenly shaken by hysterical laughter from the blonde dressed in a wedding gown, "I never knew a Halloween party in December could be so much fun!" as the knife slipped between her ribs.
She had a look of horror on her face as she slowing fell to the floor, noticing who was standing behind her.
Trying to scream, her terror was enhanced as she realized the assailant was strangling her with the wedding gown train.
Peering to her left, she realized, her 5" stiletto heel laying on the floor next to her and managed to grab a hold of it.
As she wrapped her ever-weakening fingers around the shoe, hoping her remaining strength was sufficient, a shot rang out.
The shot found its target in her right hand and a male voice yelled, "What happened to my bride?"
To which the 'bride' replied, "Well, dear, we may have taken the foreplay a little too far this time so get me a bandage for my hand and let's get on with properly celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary!"
...."and while you're at it send this wedding dress with the mud, blood and gore to the cleaners."
She went off, to another room, to clean herself up and changed into a sexy red dress.
She opened her armoire to reveal the several dozen red dresses she owned and knew that choosing just one wasn’t going to be an easy task given her time constraint of only a few minutes in which to return to the party downstairs where she could hear the muffled sounds of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack beginning to play.
As she was slithering into the red dress, her cell phone chimed immediately sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
It was a producer from the Jerry Springer show.
She rolled her eyes, brushed her hair from her face and looking again at the name on the phone, had thoughts of how insane her Anniversary celebration had become, before throwing the phone in the toilet.
The next door neighbor, curvy blonde who was supposed to play a part in the spicy anniversary celebration, entered the restroom... sat on the toilet... just as the lithium phone battery erupted in flames.
Holy Mackerel! Who catered tonight's buffet? The toilet just exploded! Was it the chicken wings?
A porcelain chip from the exploding toilet, propelled by the exploding battery, rocketed through the air and pierced the heart of the husband leaving the bride and the blonde staring into space with blank looks... a pose not that uncommon to a blonde female.
Suddenly, the blonde snapped out of her blank stare and asked if the toilet still worked because she had to do a ‘number one’.
With a broken toilet, a husband impaled by pieces of a toilet, and a blonde bimbo running around looking for a place to empty her bladder the bride screamed, "Put a cork in it or use the kitchen wastebasket and help me find the keys to the safety deposit box!"
"....because we need to escape before the cops arrive and we need money, lots of money."
The bride said, "my husband is in charge of money and keys and he is bleeding from the heart! Somebody call 911. I threw my phone in the toilet after Jerry Springer's call."
Immediately after she said that, she had now realized that perhaps she should have taken the call from the Springer show producer because she had heard that the show pays big bucks to the right participants providing they have no qualms about getting down and dirty in front of an audience of millions.
No money, husband bleeding out on the floor, desperation setting in, the bride suddenly has an idea that could result in her... and only her... escaping from this chaos.
She stood upright, closed her eyes, clicked her heels together three times and said “There’s no place like home.”
Dazed, but alive, the bride attempted to clear her mind enough to make some decisions when she heard the wail of sirens quickly approaching.
Just as two fire trucks pulled up she realized the building was on fire. She said, "OMG! I left my cigarette burning on the bathroom sink. It must have fallen in the waste basket."
As the fire burned on, the husband slowly arose from the floor, yanked the porcelain shard from his chest and said, "I think I'm going to enjoy being one of the undead!" He quickly realized that he would have to kill his wife, so that the pair of them could be happily undead together, forever. Barbara awoke with a start, she heard the kids in the kitchen, and realized she had just experienced a really bad dream.
CHAPTER 2
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2018 11:33:11 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
Little did the men realize their images were easily seen in the barista's dark glasses and ever so slowly her hand inched towards the loaded firearm she had hoped to never use in self-defense.
The barista handed Barbara her order and uttered the word ‘chocolatte’ which was the code word the men in the black suits were waiting to hear.
Before she had a chance to react, she was grabbed, a cloth forced over her mouth, and that was the last she remembered... until....
She woke up alone and in the dark, and in the background she could hear small creatures skittering along the floor toward her.
Suddenly the light flashed on and she realized she was lying in a bed, the creatures she has heard were two small dogs that now jumped on the bed, and a lady was walking towards the bed with a tray filled with breakfast and coffee.
I must be dreaming, she thought, as she watched her deceased mother set the tray down on the bed. At least I finally will get my coffee!
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Post by 2old on Jan 3, 2019 8:47:21 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the flashes of dozens of cameras and an angry mob calling her name...”Barbara, Barbara”.
Was it a dream or the drugs or the alcohol or is she losing her mind?
In the back of the crowd, she saw the undead groom, leering at her as four armed police approached the doorway.
At that very instant, time seemed to come to a crawl as she was starting to witness the events in front of her play out in slow motion as if they were part of some dark and twisted alternate reality that had now set in leaving her even more confused as to what was happening.
From deep inside her an uncontrollable, shrieking, screaming laughter began to fill the room in an almost deafening decibel level as she fell to the floor in a fit of convulsions.
The undead groom, still with the lascivious look upon his face, seemed to glide through the crowd until he reached the doorway, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and strode into the house.
Her survival instinct kicked in as she reached up, grabbed a chandelier, pulled from the groom's grasp, landing a kick to the back of his head.
The kick didn’t phase the groom one bit as he spun back around towards her and grabbed her forceably by the arm.
"You'll not get away from me this time," he snarled; "you can't hurt me, because, you know, I'm already dead."
"The only thing 'dead' with you is your sick mind and your sexual performance so let's cut the hogwash and see who is behind what's been going on!"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 6, 2019 17:35:00 GMT -5
CHAPTER 4:
As the events from the last few moments kept playing over and over in her minds’ eye, Barbara just couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of deja vu that had been gnawing at her since the beginning of this so-called ‘reality’ that she was seemingly a very real part of and acting the lead role as a pawn in somebody’s twisted version of what they thought reality should be.
Knowing present company would make it impossible to fully dissect what had happened, Barbara headed outside to clear her mind and make some decisions as where to go from here.
As she stepped outside, that gnawing feeling of deja vu washed over her again like a tidal wave as a gleaming white stretch limosine with a pair of cattle horns on the hood rolled through the gates of the estate towards the mansion.
Her heart fluttered as she recognized the limo driver was an actor in the age-old television series "Dynasty".
But she knew that it couldn’t possibly be as John Forsythe had passed on years ago.
"Is someone playing tricks or is my mind playing tricks with me?"
Just then, a noise from behind startled and jolted her back to the stark reality that she was a prisoner of... of... of... as the rain began pouring down.
As she re-entered the house to get out of the rain, she saw the John Forsythe character sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting with the undead groom.
Scenes from 'Friday The 13th" and "Halloween" began to play through her mind as she noticed her fingernails had grown extremely long and blood was dripping from one of them.
She brought the finger up to her mouth instinctively to lick at it like an animal would lick its’ wounds when injured and discovered that she was pleasantly yet sensually aroused by the sweet salty taste that enveloped het tastebuds.
That she liked the taste of blood frightened her that she might have some propensity to be a vampire when she noticed what she licked was some icing off the long forgotten wedding cake.
By now, the wedding cake should be stale and moldy she thought as she closed her eyes and savored the delicious taste of her finger.
Satisfied that she was in no danger, needing a change of clothes, she headed for the nearest ATM.
She stopped at the first one she came to but noticed a sign that said 'Out of Order' and cursed under her breath as she turned and walked away.
With an empty stomach and needing some sustenance, she counted the change in her pocket and decided on the dollar menu at a McDonald's across the street.
She walked in up to the counter and proceeded to give her order to an obviously extraordinarily nervous cashier and was totally oblivious as to what was happening in the back room until she heard an ear-piercing murderous scream emanating from behind the closed door directly behind the cashier.
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Post by 2old on Jan 9, 2019 19:16:38 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5:
Wanting to help if she could, she darted towards the kitchen unknowing that what she would find would forever change how the 'Golden Arches' would be seen in American society.
To her horror, in the kitchen she saw the undead groom, who had attacked several workers, and who turned and smiled at her and said, "You might as well join me, since you have already tasted blood and enjoyed it."
Racing through her mind was the thought of tossing a container full of hot grease in his face, but she lazily leaned against the counter and asked "Is my order ready yet?"
Forthwith, he quickly handed her a plate of freshly harvested brain matter from several of the victims in the kitchen.
Having just watched "The Autopsy of Jane Doe" on Netflix, she was surprised at how her taste buds came to life with the flavoring.
"My compliments to the chef", she quipped.
Having physically consumed the morsels of the McRib makers' mentality, she quipped to the murderous mate while grabbing his hand "There's a sleazy hotel right across the street and, suddenly, I have a burning desire to see how 'alive or dead' you really are!"
The undead groom whirled his head around at a dizzying speed, which caused it to almost fall off from the quickness of the move, to look at Barbara with a raised eyebrow and was obviously physically aroused while starting to play Omar the Tent Maker at her inference to consummate their unholy union here and now and, out of all the places she could have chosen, at a place provocatively named "Woody's".
From McDonalds to a sleazebag hotel named "Woody's" for the sole purpose of having sex after just killing a number of fast-food workers is entirely too much like the age-old Bonnie and Clyde murderous romance.
Barbara always did have a neurotic propensity for all things offbeat and indulged in every opportunity that came her way almost as much as her penchant for all things normal like baseball, hotdogs, apple pie and Chevrolet's.
The penchant for Chevrolets was always puzzling in that a FORD (Found On Road Dead) would better fit her, now, vampire like demeanor due to the "Found On Relish Dead" she had left behind at the fast food establishment.
"Holding the pickles and holding the lettuce....yes Sir, special orders really DO upset us" the kid at McDonalds said right before his brains were ripped out by the undead groom was playing over and over in his mind as he was basking in the afterglow of what was something he had never experienced with a woman before....let alone survived.
As Barbara and the groom finally strolled across to the hotel, they noticed it had a large "No Vacancy" sign all lit up.
In a breathless voice that hinted of desire, she said "Don't pay any attention to the sign since most hotels have a couch or carpeted floor in the lobby and if the desk clerk causes any trouble he will end up like the fast food workers!"
"The knives! The knives! Where are the knives?", screamed Barbara.
"Well, two of the knives are in the hands of the hotel desk clerk and he is headed right towards us!"
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Post by butterfly on Jan 16, 2019 1:12:57 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
Were these dots "glowing" from inside, through intestinal matter and skin and clothing or were these dots coming from a "shotgun" of laser lights being focused on her from afar?
Suddenly, Barbara felt a searing pain start to emanate from deep within her abdomen and hurriedly looked around for a place where she could be alone to deal with what she already knew was starting to happen since the darkness was almost upon her.
As the abdominal pain climbed closer to an unbearable state and the heat within her belly felt like she had swallowed a gallon of jalapeno juice, she asked herself "Is this really something supernatural or is that Taco Hut lunch preparing for launch?"
"No, it couldn't be.", she was thinking, because she also remembered that she did have brains before the tacos and something in the plate of brains made them compellingly delicious and savory and left her wanting more of them.
Which led to the burning question "Were those human brains or beef brains and am I coming down with Mad Cow Disease"?
But then it occurred to her that no one could "murder" her, except with a stake through the heart, because she was undead, and even the mad cow disease she feared couldn't hurt the undead.
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Post by 2old on Jan 20, 2019 18:54:47 GMT -5
CHAPTER 7
As the scene ended, the extras in their zombie costumes began to emerge, and the other cast members retired to their dressing rooms Sandy Hills (playing the role of Barbara) let her mind switch from playing "undead" to her real life of two teenagers on their way home from school, her Black Lab, and her unfaithful husband.
She started thinking that her life wasn't all that bad and even managed to crack a half smile musing about it until she picked up a copy of The National Enquirer only to read that they were reporting that she was carrying the love child of her co-star Duane (the Rock) Johnson and boasting of exclusive pictures in the article.
The truth, she knew, was that she had never been intimate with Johnson and, if pregnant, the only person to have possibly fathered the child was now occupying a very high elected office.
Her thoughts now turned to those of confession and absolution and was wondering if her affair with the Pope was all worth it now leading to a life of secrecy and denial should any of her sordid past be discovered and brought to light.
Yes the fond memories of that night with the Pope and still the mystery of, since it was pitch black in the narthex, was that really "Holy Water" that kept drip... drip... drip... dripping from above.
As she was wondering, there was a sudden knock at the door that had an unholy sense of urgency about it.
Both kids were in their rooms with homework, her husband was working late... or was using that excuse to spend "overtime" with his secretary... so with the dog by her side she looked through the peephole in the entrance door.
As she peered through the peephole and not being able to see anything at first, her dog began to growl in a low and steady tone that indicated that what was on the other side of the door meant danger to her.
Slowly, she backed away from the door while hollering back to the bedroom "Duane, get your WWE Rock butt out here and answer my door since you have to leave before my husband gets home, anyway!"
Little did she realize that it was her husband behind the door and she should have taken the cue from the way her dog growled.
"Hello, Dear, won't you come on in and meet our new houseguest... the brother of the young lady you have been cheating on me with while telling her you aren't even married!"
"And I'm supposed to believe that you're not shacking up with this guy either?", he replied.
"Believe what you want because, after the private detective I hired began to list the number of women you've been cheating on my with, I'll never... EVER believe another thing you say to me so pack your things and GET OUT!"
As she was screaming 'Get out!' Get out!', she reached for one of the bookends on a shelf by the door and wailed it as hard as she could at her cheating husband but he ducked and the bookend went sailing past him only to find its' mark on another unintended victim.
While husband and wife were yelling at each other, Duane "Rock" Johnson had slipped behind them to close the door which placed the back of his head in the very trajectory of a launched bookend... a bookend that KO'd him faster than any competitor in his entire wrestling career.
"Now look at what you made me do!", screamed Sandy in a horrified tone.
As the couple continued venting their angst at each other 'The Rock' was beginning to slowly rise from the floor, shaking his head to clear the fog, and the look in his eyes evidenced that someone was about to be body-slammed to a floor that did not have the cushioning effect of a mat in the wrestling ring.
Struggling to steady himself, 'The Rock' looked over at Sandy and her cheating husband arguing and yelled "Hey! Shut the hell up! I can't hear myself think!", as he was leaning against the bookcase in the corner trying not to fall back down.
As he leaned against the bookcase, his elbow made contact with a hidden "switch" and the bookcase began to slowly turn exposing a room which, evident by the look of shock on all their faces, not one had any idea was there... or what they saw locked inside.
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Post by 2old on Jan 23, 2019 20:39:40 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
As the secret room opened up to reveal its' contents, all three stood aghast with a look of bewilderment and amazement and immediately noticed a small man sitting behind a desk on the far wall glancing up at the three of them as the door opened causing him to take pause from whatever he had been writing and bearing an eerily striking resemblance to the long lost Jimmy Hoffa.
The resemblance uncanny, they knew it could not be Hoffa as... if still alive... this coming Valentine's Day would be his 106th birthday.
But it was indeed Jimmy Hoffa and somehow someway time had stopped within this secret room and there was no explaining how or why the trio were indeed being met with the actual man that disappeared so many years ago who, now rising from his seat, was looking pleasantly surprised at having visitors.
Having lived a life of opulence, her clothing being from some of the world's best known designers, our heroine was aghast that the little man was still smartly dressed in the suit he must have been wearing when he disappeared in the 1970's.
"Please", with a hand extended toward some chairs, "Please come in and be seated.", Hoffa said to the three of them.
As they approached his desk, he held up a hand while saying "Don't pull the chairs forward as I have members of the Teamsters Union to move them for you as their union contract requires!"
With nods of acknowledgement, the trio took their seats and Sandy was the first one to speak asking Hoffa, "What is this place?"
"It's my 'man cave' where I've been holed up for the past decades, running the Teamsters Union and handling other political issues from the Dark Web."
Unaware that the door was closing silently behind them, large panels in the walls behind and to the sides of Hoffa started to slide open revealing a colossal array of computer screens, TV monitors, banks of computer servers and about a dozen men all dressed in black suits like the ones she saw the men wearing in the coffee shop busily pouring over what seemed to be global coverages of something that Hoffa seemed eager to want to explain.
"Please come and look with me at the global economy and the approaching disaster, imminent due to the policies of the person currently occupying the White House, his imbecilic tariffs, his pathetic handling of foreign affairs... all of which will soon change when our plan is put into action and the reason, now that you know what is going down, is why you will remain locked in here with me for another 48 hours!"
Sandy, the more intelligent of the three, started having wild thoughts at what Hoffa had just said and silently thought to herself that this was something that seemed styled straight out of a James Bond movie.
Should they try to escape to save themselves or do they remain long enough to learn the entire plot so it could be curtailed before causing something resulting in World War III?
As Sandy was musing with that thought, she noticed that her husband and the Rock were starting to take more than a casual interest with the workings of the command center and were hypnotically looking over the shoulders of the men seated in front of the dizzying array of monitors.
A glance from her husband registered with her that she needed to provide a distraction so the two men could overpower the computer operation team and she began a very solicitous moaning, began unbuttoning her blouse, and hiking her skirt... and immediately, Hoffa, grabbed his chest and fell to the floor in the throes of a fatal heart attack.
As Sandy was moving in to check on Hoffa, the Teamsters Union members moved in and grabbed her, her husband and the Rock and then upon securing them, Hoffa leapt to his feet and exclaimed, "I may be old, but I'm not as dumb as you look, sweetheart."
Still struggling against their bonds, their attention suddenly turned to the closed door as it began to open and watched as a squad of soldiers came in... armed to the teeth... and wearing strange uniforms, certainly not those of any branch of the U.S. Military.
While drumming his fingers together in a typical diabolical madman fashion, Hoffa excitedly exclaimed, "Ahhh! My reinforcements have arrived!"
One of the soldiers with obvious officer rank stepped forward saying, "Mr. Hoffa, we are not here to support or defend you but under orders to take you and your guests, forcibly if necessary, to a location of some hours from here so prepare to be bound and blindfolded."
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Post by 2old on Jan 29, 2019 18:37:01 GMT -5
CHAPTER 9:
After what seemed like 24 hours on the luxury tour bus, the intrepid trio, Hoffa and his henchmen were finally debarked and unblindfolded within a massive complex of five story reinforced walls lined with what looked like very heavily fortified gun turrets every fifty feet along its' enormous length.
The air was permeated with the strong, sweet smell of roses and hydrangea and other beautiful, blooming flowers which could be seen adorning most ever corner or crevice of the fortress.
Hoffa, while looking around and nodding his head in what seemed to be in approval, was the first to speak and said, "Now THIS is my kind of place."
Sandy's mind began to spin with the realization that this could not be Hoffa due to being so active and 'brain sharp' as what would be well over 100 years old and had to be an impersonator, and this 'castle-like' structure had to be a stage prop, so who is behind this faux kidnapping... and why?
But the castle-like structure was indeed real as she and the rest were about to find out from their new 'host' as he entered the room where they all were led to to await their fate.
As the well-dressed gentleman approached, the room was hushed and he began speaking in a voice that commanded attention, "Dearly Beloved, we gather together this day in the sight of God to join these men and this women in a joyous and entertaining game that will see, not the fittest survive, but the competitor whose survival instinct can bring forth the strongest 'kill or be killed' attributes!"
Without a moments hesitation, Sandy reached up under her skirt and withdrew the dagger she had holstered in her garter belt and swiftly whirled around and slit the throat of one of Hoffa's henchmen in a swift but provocatively sexy move then turned to her host and asked, "You mean like this?"
A flick of her wrist sent the dagger, still dripping blood from the throat of its victim, on an arrow-like trajectory straight into the heart of the tall, still unnamed, gentleman assumed to be the leader of their kidnappers.
But unbeknownst to Sandy, the tall unnamed gentleman was wearing a kevlar vest reinforced with ballistic steel armor plating and the dagger, though true to its' target, bounced off and fell harmlessly to the floor at the feet of the 'gentleman' where he bent down and picked it up.
"Well done, Ma'am, and your spunk may have just saved you from this 'kill or be killed' game involving these guys because you and I may just play some 'games' of our own... with knives and guns... of course!"
The unnamed gentleman gave a nod of his head and at that signal, his men began to usher the husband, Hoffa and the others out of the room to where they would be fitted with special outfits for the 'games' while Sandy remained behind at the unnamed gentleman's request to participate in games of their own.
In a few minutes, you and I will be leaving this room and entering an arena where we will see the gentlemen that were escorted from here... all except your husband and Mr. Hoffa... each will be marched in, blindfolded and restrained, at which time you will have the opportunity to murder them one by one... or, should you refuse, you are the one who will lose your life.
Sandy, with a horrified look on her face that she was trying desperately to hide from the unnamed gentleman at his gruesome request, was thinking to herself that this has all got to be a nightmare from which she must wake up from.....and quickly.
But, as the door opened into an arena and she heard the deafening noise of the boisterous crowd, she quickly realized this was NOT some dream or vision and the choice would soon be hers as to whether she has blood on her hands or her own blood would be staining the arena floor.
Sandy stood there looking up and around scanning the thousands of faces in the crowd for something...anything that might offer her a way out of this insanity that she was being forced to partake in and who was now beginning to chant her name in a slow almost zombie-like rhythmic unison; "Sandy! Sandy! Sandy!".
A glint of light, only seen by her since she was alone in the middle of the open-air stadium, caught her eye and she saw an object... something that resembled a drone large enough to transport a person... dropping from the sky with a rope ladder hanging from it.
CHAPTER 10
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Post by TheSource on Feb 4, 2019 19:47:37 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10
With the roar of the crowd, the laser light show and all eyes seemingly focused on the center of the arena, the whole scenario had provided the perfect backdrop for the drone operator to swoop in disguised as part of the 'show' to which he/she was hoping Sandy would recognize as an escape route and take the cue when it was close enough to her.
As Sandy grabbed the ladder and was being pulled up and away from the arena a 'package' dropped from the drone, into the arena, the resulting explosion leveling a significant part of the entire complex leaving her with the thought of whether she needed to return and see if her husband had survived or had been blown to bits as it appeared her captors had.
With that thought shoved in the back of her mind for the moment, Sandy was forced to focus all her attention on clinging to the ladder after the concussion from the explosion had nearly blown her off just as the drone cleared the top of the arena.
Hanging there with her life in the balance, she began to shriek... not from pain but from laughter... as her mind was churning with "I wish I had a mirror since I know this past few minutes has evolved into a really bad hair day!"
With the drone still flying on its' mystery trajectory now about a quarter mile from the fiery remains of the arena and Sandy holding on for her life, there came a booming voice seemingly out of thin air that for an instant left her to think that is was God talking to her and asking if she were alright.
It was the drone pilot, talking to her through a speaker mounted on the robotic flying machine, saying the drone was straining and she would be put down in a few minutes... in a heavily forested area... and it would be up to her to find a way to safety.
As the drone set her down near a two lane road then taking off in a westerly direction, she couldn't help but think of why the drone pilot couldn't have taken her all the way to where he was controlling the drone from and providing to her an explanation on why he had chosen to help her escape from the unnamed gentleman and his thugs.
Not having any sense of direction, far in the distance to her left she heard the barking of dogs and assumed those were bloodhounds attempting to pick up her scent, while to her right she could hear what sounded like cars or trucks traveling on the two-lane road and unknowing of which, if either, were those searching to do her harm or those searching to save her.
Ducking into the bushes as the barking and noise of the approaching vehicles grew closer, she discovered a stream just a few yards from the road and quickly jumped in and started to wade forward in its direction of flow in an attempt to cover her scent and tracks from the dogs she was sure were on her trail hoping that the stream led to someone that could help her escape and possibly explain the nightmare that she was in.
The further she waded, the sounds of dogs and vehicles were being drowned out by an increasing roar of an upstream rapids or waterfall, either one dangerous and possibly fatal to a skilled swimmer... let alone, Sandy, who had never had a swimming lesson or swam a stroke or been in water deeper than her knees in her short life.
Fear was quickly overtaking her as she struggled toward the opposite bank of the stream, but deep down she knew that fear was her enemy at the moment and that she had to conquer it here and now or be consumed either by it or by what she thought was tracking her.
Sandy found herself being propelled by the current on a collision course with a huge rock outcropping with no means of slowing the speed so shutting her eyes and anticipating the certain fatal collision suddenly the current changed slightly, delivering her unscathed into a hidden cavern where she was able to regain her footing and wade to a dry area on the rock floor.
"What is this place?", she was asking herself taking stock of her new but somewhat 'very familiar' surroundings.
The familiarity, she realized was the fragrance of flowers along the rock ledges permeating the air with the same fragrances she remembered from childhood and reality began to set in that she would either die here passively enjoying the beauty around her or dig deep to find the courage required to survive the harrowing experiences of the past few days.
As she made her way deeper into the cavern knowing that she couldn't go back outside without compromising her temporary safety, she turned her self toward a glimmer of light ahead that looked light the glowing light of a campfire accompanied by a voice that said, "Welcome Sandy. I've been expecting you."
There was no immediate recognition of who this was until it registered she had seen his face on a recent broadcast of "Morning Joe" and she was in shock as to why the Director of the FBI was standing in front of her, knew her name, and appeared to be alone.
It was all starting to make sense now as she approached Director Wray with a cautious sense of security and familiarity that had eluded her up to this point in time.
One night... Another life... Sandy knew that there was a chance her one-night-stand with the current President of the United States might be discovered and the fact that it was, in fact, close to an orgy that included businessmen from the Soviet Union could have law enforcement question what she had heard and whether they wanted her to make a statement as to what she knew... or silence her forever so the truth would never be revealed.
But the past was the past and couldn't be changed she thought as she stood there, that is, until another familiar voice resounded from the shadows.
Chapter 11
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Post by 2old on Feb 6, 2019 9:29:37 GMT -5
Chapter 11
Never imagining her life story would be told in an autobiographical novel, Sandy would be even more amazed when reading it some years later that she would be face to face with her bankruptcy attorney in Chapter 11!
Thinking back through the past seven years, Sandy reflected upon that time she was in the cavern trying to evade capture as she was seemingly helped by Director Wray and the familiar voice from the shadows that was to reveal itself before suddenly lapsing into a mysterious coma that lasted for four of those seven years and who that voice was as she had never had the chance to find out exactly who it was and why they were there in the first place.
So many questions will remain unanswered, yet the one thing Sandy did know... Life can have twists and turns, more for some people than others and even though it seems as if she rec'd more than her share, she is still alive... she is going home to the safety and love of her husband and dogs, hoping those who read her story will never give hope no matter what obstacles and challenges life tosses in front of them!
THE END!
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