Outside Hell (18 page)

This time though and as he’d ignored the snow
covered steering column, turning the key and pressing start, the
engine had roared into life first time. Then in response to the
vibrations going through his legs from the powerful engine beneath
him, Sorchek’s grin was so wide that it had looked like a
demonically evil Cheshire cat. Then as he’d looked up once through
the open trap door above himself, and gave the 1100cc steed a
little power to turn the machine around, the soldiers had pointed
their machine guns down at him and fired. Only

call it what you will but at that second and
by sheer luck, he’d already pulled back the throttle and the
snowmobile had responded. It had launched itself upwards over a
small ramp of ice and snow and then flown out between two timber
columns that were holding up the shack, moments later they had
vanished into the extreme blizzard and were gone.

The bullets had missed him by a hairs breadth
and simply blasted down into the frozen ground, where only a
millisecond before he’d just been.

The soldiers had cursed and then turned
around to deal with Kaine who was still laying paralyzed and
staring across into Regina’s headless corpse.

Then grabbing him by either foot they’d
dragged him over Regina like a car driving over a speed bump,
whilst sliding him out past their buddies who were in the lounge
picking up naked vampire women and bikini vampire chicks too.

When they’d reached the chopper; the pilots
had already opened the secure steel cage that was by its side, and
then mercilessly dumped Kaine inside. Only as they’d turned around
to head back into the shack to help set the C4 explosives, they’d
received a message from the soldiers inside saying their buddies
had found a live one. Then as they were climbing back in through
the demolished front of the shack, they were told that it wasn’t a
vampire, but a young boy.

The soldiers with deeply furrowed brows had
then climbed the stairs, and walked down the creaking hallway
calling out, “Where are you.”

“In here.” Came the reply. Then as they’d
listened, they’d realized that their buddies were in the end room.
Only as they’d entered the room, the first thing that they’d seen
was a naked corpse laying half on the bed and half off the bed,
hanging lifelessly towards them. It was a young lad and his chest
and head were upside down against the floor, with his legs and bum
pivoting on the edge of the heavily blood stained mattress
underneath. His chest was ripped open and his throat savagely
slashed. The wound was so deep that as you looked inside, you could
see the neck bone and bunches of savagely torn veins.

Ignoring the corpse they’d trained their eyes
on the other boy in the room that their buddy was standing over
pointing his machine gun down at.

Then one of them had walked up to him and
crouched down in front of him, saying in a muffled German accent
through his full-face mask. “What’s your name son.”

The boy was petrified though, and even though
he didn’t understand German it didn’t matter because his eyes were
simply transfixed, staring lifelessly forwards at the door like
they weren’t even there. His face was as white as a sheet and he’d
had his legs drawn up underneath himself whilst his back was
against the wall beneath the window. He was mumbling something,
with bubbles appearing around his lips and oodles of saliva
trickling down from the sides of his mouth.

Then as the soldier had leant forwards and
listened, the only words he could make out were, “They vampire,
they killed everyone, they vampire.”

The soldier had placed his hand upon the
boy’s shoulder and smiled at him. Then after standing back up he’d
turned around and walked out of the room, whilst at the same time
he’d pressed a few buttons and was beginning to talk to someone on
his inbuilt radio. Then after a few seconds, the voice of Adolf on
the other end had come back at him, and the order was given.

The soldier turned around again and then
walked back into the room. Once inside he’d taken off his mask and
looked down at the boy whilst saying in English, “What’s your name
son?”

The boy replied in broken syllables, “Oliver,
my name is Oliver.”

The soldier who’d been detaining him had then
turned to look through his facemask at the unmasked soldier, who’d
grinned back at his buddy.

The unmasked soldier had then pulled back the
catch on his machine gun and as he’d raised it up at the boy’s
chest, he’d said. “Well we can’t have any witnesses son, good bye,”
and then he’d pulled the trigger.

The room was suddenly filled with the
deafening roar of gunfire and Oliver’s legs and chest as the rounds
hit him from point blank range, were savagely blown apart. A second
had passed and then as the moons rays had washed in through the
window and with the bullets still on rapid fire but now raised up,
Oliver’s head then succumbed to the lethal rounds and exploded like
spaghetti, with tinned plum tomatoes and chunks of mince meat
inside. Bits of brain had gone everywhere, landing on one of the
soldier’s legs too.

Oliver was dead and his family and friends
would never hear from him again. The young lads corpse would
vanish, and the report would probably be sent back through the home
office by the Romanian police force, that he was missing and
presumed buried in an avalanche.

“Fuck sake.” The soldier had screamed, as
he’d looked down at his uniform and then with his gloved hand
flicked off some of Olivers brains from his own leg that was
hanging there.

He’d then said in German with a wide grin.
“Did you see how his head exploded, it had looked like a pumpkin in
a rifle range.”

The soldiers laughed and then as they’d
turned around and had started heading back down the wooden hallway
that was creaking underfoot, something out in the depths of the
swaying pine trees appeared.

The air had sparkled in a vertical straight
line about two meters in height, and then like how the door to a
two man tent folds back; the air had parted and unaffected by the
harsh winds, it had folded back on itself, and Dracus the bowman
had stepped out.

Dracus looked across and through the thick
downpour of heavy snow that was garishly lit up by the eerie
luminescent glow of the moon, there about sixty feet in front of
him, he could see two military choppers spooling up. Their four
rotor heads were increasing in speed with every second, and the
trees all around him were beginning to sway and dance vehemently
with the colossal downdraft that they were making.

Then reaching behind himself the bowman took
his wooden bow off his back and slipped his hand down to his right,
taking out a faintly glowing luminescent cursed arrow from his
leather quiver that was hanging on his side.

Then as all the soldiers had finally jumped
in and the C4 timers were set and counting down, the choppers with
their deafening roar began to climb skywards, sending clouds of
snow blasting back at him as he’d fired.

Dracus’ cursed arrows were formed as a result
of a dark ritual that Rex, the leader of the white coven of
vampires had carried out. The arrows were made from a thousand year
old snakeskins and their tips were the slithery creatures fangs,
fused together and bound tightly with its gut. When fired they saw
the target that he’d chosen and stopped at nothing until they’d
reached it. The arrows could fly around corners, and also flew
faster than most evil beings spells could hope to possibly detect.
Whoever they’d hit and regardless of their knowledge in the darkest
of evil, would loose their powers and become paralyzed. That is
except Satan, who’d found a way to resist them by turning himself
into a searing inferno, and the extreme heat coming off him had
melted them.

Dracus’ arrow after he’d fired it up at the
chopper had then taken to the sky, and with the slightest
reflection of light coming back from it; the snakeskin arrow had
passed through the snowy air with ease, burying itself deep into
the tail fuselage of the first chopper.

A second later as a blue light had appeared
above him, the bowman had met with the force of the blast from the
shack, and strangely it had unaffected him.

When Regina had finally stopped on her huge
rock that she’d looked like a master slayer riding into hell on,
she was thrown forwards at such velocity that she’d felt like she’d
was strapped to the front of a damn N.A.S.A rocket or
something.

The lump of sweltering hot
granite had stopped something like twenty feet outside the main
entrance, as if it was a Swiss cable car in WW2 and the German’s
had just blown up the cabin.
Regina was
thrown forwards straight over the edge of the rock and then after
passing through twenty feet of nothingness and sailing in through
the gap in the outside wall of hell, she’d crashed down onto
the
solid rock beneath her.
The force of the entry even though she was dead, was
absolutely shattering. She’d landed face down so hard that as her
arms were then thrust backwards, her face and chest had smacked
down into the rock too. Only and with the intense agony that she
was experiencing, when she’d tried to scream no vocals came out
just flames
did
instead. Then as her vision
had masked over by the fumes, suddenly her eyes and ears had
belched out intense fire too.

A moment past and
then as her
senses had come back to her she’d suddenly realized that the
intense screaming she’d heard only moments
before
,
that had tried to rip apart her
skull in its intensity, was gone. It was as if hell was
only
playing the extreme sounds of souls screaming in
tormentous agony
,
to attract customers to their
hotel of doom.

Then as she’d tried to
stand and take in her surroundings
,
she’d suddenly
realized that she could hear a bubbling
sound that was coming from
all around her, and the air was extremely
hot
too
. It was actually so hot that
coupled with her own insides blasting out fire, she was finding it
exceptionally difficult to breath.
Then as
she’d looked forwards from her place laying flat on the floor,
she’d suddenly realized that she was surrounded by pools of
bubbling lava
spitting up lumps of molten
rock and flame inches into the air. Only the pools weren’t
connected and in between them were pathways that after forming
spaghetti junctions, they’d either gone to a hole in the back wall
to her left or a hole in the same wall to her right, and both of
them were about fifty feet away from her.

Inside her mind she was
confused though, because if this was hell then why wasn’t the eight
feet tall evil bastard there to greet her. Satan had come for her
in Paris and she’d managed to escape the fucker, but now that he’d
finally got her where was he
,
and where was his
demons? Those heinous fuckers that she’d always imagined would
greet you, and then drag you off
in
to a cell
screaming?

Then ignoring that thought
for a moment she’d turned her head around and could see that the
room
that
she was in
was like an airplane
hanger
,
in that it was impressively
huge. The wall to her left was over fifty feet away, and then when
you reached it if you
’d
turned to your right
the doorway through the rock that she could see was about another
fifty feet away from there too.

Glancing about herself, everywhere she’d
looked there were pools of lava that were hissing and bubbling
fiercely, as if they were talking with one another.

Then as she’d tried to
laugh thinking that the room looked like the outside of a garden
centre, and the lava pools could have had water in them and
then
filled with Gold fish or something, suddenly more
pain and flames came.

Then as a moment
had past and
as her mind
had
adjusted to the
extreme heat, she’d suddenly heard
to her horror the sound of
deep screaming
that was
coming
from the entrance to her right, but as she’d swung her face around
to look at it, the left doorway had burst into
an intense ball of
flame. The hole in the rock was now pouring out
fireballs, and the heat that was coming from it was of great
magnitude.
Then quickly pulling herself up
to her knees, the screaming became oppressively loud until
it
had
actually sounded like
something or somethings rather, were heading her way.
Only then
and
as
she
’d
had a sudden flash back from the sounds and
remembered that the demons in Paris a couple of days previously had
sounded the same, she’d suddenly shit herself realizing that
Satan’s demons were coming for her.

Terror coursing through her, she’d
leapt up and then glanced back outside into the inferno that
she’d just come through, and after contemplating for just a second
if she would be able to leap back out onto the rock that had
brought her there, she’d looked down at the gigantous drop beneath
her and swallowed deeply.