Hell's Awakening

Chapter 2:


Matt walked into the sleazy apartment building. A real dive, a rat infested cesspit of the worst scum humanity had to offer. The desk clerk had tried to pull a gun as Matt walked into the lobby holding the shotgun. The first shot took the fat balding man’s right arm clean off. Matt stood over him and drew out the meat cleaver, he hacked the man’s other arms off and then both of his legs, leaving him with nothing but stumps, as he revelled in the shear terror of his actions, savouring every scream. Matt was impressed at the man’s resilience, and his vocal range. As the man’s screams burst out for all to hear, but unsurprisingly no one came to his aid. That was the nature of this place and the run down neighbourhood in which he had chosen for his ritual.


Without a word he raised the meat cleaver one last time and cut off the man’s head showering him in the fat man’s blood. The rest he left, the head he put inside one of the old army bags he had bought from the surplus store and was now using to transport his grisly trophies.


That was the just the first of the night’s murders.


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Steve led Jessica upstairs. He was lost in her now, ‘oh god’ he thought ‘this woman’s perfect.’ He regarded the strange tattoo on her back, a strange symbol coloured in what appeared to be red ink. “Unusual tattoo, where did you get it, not the sort of thing I expected you to have.”


“It was a gift from some friends. They thought it would give me the confidence to do what needed to be done.”


“Well that’s just a bit too cryptic for me Jessica. Forget it, let’s get down to business.”


“Oh I intend to Steve, real soon”, she led him into the bedroom, the blow from behind knocked him to the floor. The repeated punches and kicks were just the start of Steve’s ordeal at the hands of the Disciple’s Acolytes.


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Nicky walked out of the shower content. She dried herself and walked out into her bedroom, Bel lay on her bed smiling. “What do you say we go now? Just me and you for the week, then the girls can meet up with us at the cabin. Carla can take Melissa and whoever else you want to go and Tracey can take her car. I feel like getting away now Nicky. I don’t want to have to wait another week. And I’ve just called Steve’s office, he’s not arrived yet, can you believe that brother of yours? I can’t trust him at all.” She said as Nicky began laughing.


“What’s so funny?”


“Trust him. Look at the pair of us, planning our illicit break behind his back.”


“Hmm, maybe you’re right, but what do you think, shall we go?”


Nicky walked over and sat down beside her. “Ok, if you just can’t wait to have me, then I guess we had better go.”


Nicky sat there smiling down at her, completely naked. Bel ran a hand down the side of her neck and pulled her close, “I can’t, but I will.”


“That’s not fair Bel. You’re torturing me.”


“That comes later.”


“Ah, ah, very funny. Ok, I’ll get dressed and we can go tonight. I hope you know what your doing Bel, this is going to be just so weird.”


Bel pushed her back and lightly flicked her tongue over Nicky’s breasts, raising the nipples as they became erect. “I know what I’m doing, now get dressed. I’ll be waiting downstairs, I’m all packed.” And then she was walking away, laughing.


“Bitch, come back here.”


“Sorry Nicky, we’ve got things to do.” And then she was gone.


Nicky lay back cursing, continuing what Bel had started. she massaged her nipples with her left hand while lowering her right between her legs, then she closed her eyes and thought once again of her sister in law, god she was being corrupted she thought.


About ten minutes had passed. Nicky was close to orgasm now, then she felt her hand being guided. “Thinking about anyone I know?”


“I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop playing games.”


“Ah, that’s rich from miss prankster Nicky.” She lowered her face towards Nicky’s thighs and that was enough for Nicky, she climaxed before she could get there.


“Oh well darling, maybe next time.”


“You’re doing this on purpose.”


“I know, I just like playing with you, what’s wrong with that?”


“Just come here, just for a minute, at least just give me a kiss. Before you drive me insane.”


“Sorry darling, we’ve got to hit the road, and you need to get ready quickly. Before your brother comes home, I’ve left him a message.”


“Alright, damn it. I don’t know how he puts up with you.”


“Must be love, I suppose.”


Nicky got up and walked over to her wardrobe, then took out a pair of jeans. A tight t shirt that would show of her breasts, and a bra and panties, then proceeded to slowly do a reverse strip in front of Bel. Bel got up off the bed and helped her dress, taking particular care over the bra and panties.


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Steve looked up from the floor, suddenly roused from unconsciousness. He looked up at the room full of robed figures, maybe ten of them. Jessica stood as she had before, naked and alluring, but somehow her features seemed more menacing than seductive now.


Steve had been stripped of his clothes. He suddenly had an urge to cover himself, but found the weight of the robed figures standing on his wrist was too great for him to be able to move.


They pulled him up and walked him struggling over to the bed where they threw him face down. He was dreading what might happen next, he had never even considered this could happen to him. When he tried to scream they gagged him with tape. And then the abuse began while they began burning something into his back.


“You will replace one of the fallen Steve, only when all of the rituals have been completed shall the acolytes’ work be done. Then you will see the dawning of a new age, they have promised us much Steve, and you shall share in all they have to offer.”


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Matt walked down the corridor, if anyone dared to peek out of their door he would fire several blasts, usually they were followed by a scream. He felt the tattoo burning now, he looked down at his hands, they had become heavily veined and seem to have a life of their own. He couldn’t see it but his eyes bled to red, his face became a distorted mask of terrifying imagery, seeming to change shape endlessly. Pustules and warts developed, along his entire body, he began kicking in the doors of the terrified residents, each of them he would first shoot and then decapitate, covering himself in their blood and entrails.


He walked in on a large well muscled black man slapping what he believed to be a young white hooker in the face, while he drove himself into her from behind. Matt walked up behind him and fired into the back of his head, the bloody mess showered the girl in brains and skull fragments. She screamed hysterically, as he raised the meat cleaver, he looked down into those terrified young eyes and almost wept. He brought the cleaver down but couldn’t bring himself to kill her. He was guessing she couldn’t be any older than sixteen, maybe younger, even the demon’s blood that flowed through his veins couldn’t seem to make him slice her open.


“You have work to do Mathew. Do not waste sentiment on this girl. If you cannot kill her, move on to the next, they await your cleansing.”


Matt stood up and walked away. The girl seemed surprised; he was guessing she hadn’t seen too much in the way of kindness during her short life. A cop burst through the door, only to be shot twice in the chest. His partner tried to move back but was shot in the back as he did so.


Matt smiled at the girl and winked. “Leave here now. There will be nothing left once I have finished my work.”


The girl hurried out of the bedroom trembling, she quickly grabbed her clothes and ran screaming. That was his only good deed of the day. The rest were not so lucky.


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Bel kissed Nicky’s stomach as she slowly pulled the t shirt over her head. Before going lower and kissing her through the panties she had just put on.


“Please Bel, no more, it’s not fair.”


“Listen to you. Anyone would think I was doing something horrible to you.”


“That’s just it, I love it, but you won’t go any further, it’s driving me mad.”


“Alright, stop complaining. I’ll go and put the bags in the car, and get whatever else we are likely to need. Oh, and give your friend a call, we can’t forgot the goodies.”


“How much shall I say we want?”


“Enough to last all of us for three weeks. Tell him Carla and Tracey can pick up most of it when they drive up. If he can deliver it here tonight, I’ll give him some extra cash. We can get the booze on the way there.”


“Ok, I’ll see what I can do.”


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Steve cried out time after time, his mumbled voice brought nothing but beatings from his captors; he had wanted to die as the first of them took him. And when it continued he wished he were dead. Jessica lay on the bed facing him, laughing as each of his assailants took there turn behind him, all the time his blood was being used as the ink, mingled with that from the vial that contained the blood of the demonic disciple. He was crying now, he had had such plans for his vacation in Europe. He thought of Bel, and wanted to be back home to her. Each thrust behind him reminded him of his infidelity, and what it was now costing him.


Jessica crawled forward on all fours, she was kissing his face now, he tried to turn away but his head was held in place. He caught the site of rows of razor sharp fangs. He counted at least four narrow long tongues curled up inside that once beautiful mouth, her skin seemed to peel away, revealing a rough and slimy lizard like skin. Her hands became eight fingered talons, the nails over a foot in length, her legs disappeared completely, replaced by the gigantic body of a curled reptile, six more arms sprouted from her body, followed by what must have been a dozen breasts, from her chest to her waist.


She gathered him up in her arms placed him on the bed before straddling him, and riding him for what was to be the best sex of his life. Albeit with an eight armed, lizard skin reptile. He bucked underneath her, as he climaxed, he didn’t even want to consider if this thing could become pregnant. The acolytes were around them both now, they shed their robes for the orgy of blood that was to follow, they appeared human, but was this just an appearance he thought, like Jessica, he no longer cared, he was lost in the demon’s caress.


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As the cops poured into the building, Matt turned and stared. Laughing as he held the severed heads of the old couple Enid and Henry Whiting in his hand. When they fired at him the bullets seemed to have no effect, he opened his mouth which seemed to distort, revealing a mass of six inch long fangs. Tongues shot out of the creature’s mouth, it pulled its head back before filling the lobby with a fiery burst of super heated flame. All inside were incinerated instantly. He turned and walked down the corridor, placing the heads inside the bag, he had 24 now, his work had only just begun. The messenger would bring the word of his master to the terrified hordes of flesh cattle that were humankind.


As he stepped into the back alleyway, the young girl knelt weeping on the floor and held out a hand to the inhuman beast before her. Matt looked down at her frail young body. He held out his hand and pulled her to him, lifting her in his arm, as he clung onto the bloody bags in his other hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as he carried her down the alleyway to the waiting motorcycle.


Within moments they were driving away from the scene. Lizzie had no idea why she felt she could trust him, but there was nothing for her back there, her pimp now dead and the building erupting into flame. She cared nothing for life and if this thing was really some messenger of hell, she would embrace it and take what she could.