Authors: Edward Lee
The Minotauress (59 page)
"I didn't know cops were out here. They weren't here before."
"This is a crime scene," the cop reminded them. "What are you doing here?"
Ajax stepped right up. "We're just concerned citizens, officer. We'd heard about the horrible things that've happened out here, so we wanted to come out and try to get the culprit ourselves." He could see five other cops surveying the perimeter around the mine entrance. "But since you fine officers are out, there's no reason for us to be here. So we'll just be on our way, sir."
"You'll be on your way to the back seat of my patrol car," the cop informed him. "You're both under arrest. I'm taking you in for questioning. Start moving—" but no sooner had the cop given the order, his colleagues at the mine began to shout. Several shots rang out. "Stay here!" he commanded to Dean and Ajax. "Don't move!"
Dean and Ajax froze with their hands up, watched the cop run off into the dripping woods. "We're leaving now, right?" Ajax asked. "We can get back to the Blazer and be the fuck out of here before he can catch us—"
More gunshots rang out, then—screams.
"Grab the guns!" Dean yelled. "They need help!"
Ajax stalled as more screams resounded. "Fuck those guys. Let's go back to your mansion and have a beer."
"Come on!'
They retrieved their shotguns—Ajax however reluctantly—and ran toward the skirmish. More screams sprang through the dark, after the gunfire died. By the time Dean and Ajax arrived at the wood-propped portal to the mine...
The six poncho'd police officers lay dead in the mud, gored to death, the high horn-holes still seeping blood.
"Fuck," Dean uttered.
"Yeah, fuck—as in let's get the
fuck
out of here, like
now!
" Ajax hotly suggested.
fuck
out of here, like
now!
" Ajax hotly suggested.
As he stared at the mine entry, Dean's voice sounded like bricks scraping together. "Arianne's down there somewhere."
"You don't know that!" Ajax contested. "She could be dead in the woods somewhere! She could be lying dead behind the mansion for all you know!"
"She's down there," Dean corrected, staring at the entry with his new-found psychic vision. "I'm not leaving here till I get her back."
"Well that's your gig, man! You want to stick your neck out so your head'll be lopped off, that's your business! Me—no way!"
"Fine... " Dean walked into the mine's wide egress; Ajax, without much faith, followed. Their flashlights beamed dead ahead: dirt walls propped up by heavy wooden stulls like railroad ties. Railroad tracks led them down further, until...
"Damn," Dean muttered.
The entry ramp stopped at a four-tined fork which led further down into multitudinous branches and off-shoots: tunnels within tunnels.
"It's a fuckin' maze!" Ajax complained. "We'll never find our way through this shit!"
"Yes we will," Dean croaked back in assurance. "Follow me... back to the entry."
They both stomped back to the entrance of the mine. "You got a knife?" Dean asked.
"Well, yeah," Ajax replied. "You wanna butter some bread?"
"Start cutting," Dean ordered. He whipped out his own knife and began... cutting open the abdominal vaults of the dead police officers. From the rents, he yanked out long tubes of the small intestine. Like yanking yarn from the belly of a stuffed doll.
"Yank! Yank!" he shouted.
Confused, Ajax thought
what the hell,
and he cut open another dead cop's belly and began yanking out intestines.
Got nothin' much else to do right now,
he considered.
what the hell,
and he cut open another dead cop's belly and began yanking out intestines.
Got nothin' much else to do right now,
he considered.
Soon six piles of pink-gray intestinal whirls lay at their feet. "Cut each loop off at the end," Dean instructed. "Then tie each end together."
"Say
what?
" Ajax inquired.
what?
" Ajax inquired.
"Just do it!" Dean yelled. "You saw the mine! It's a labyrinth! If I'm going down there, I need to be able to find my way out."
Ajax seethed in his distaste, but he did it just the same. The human small intestine was twenty-four to thirty-two feet long. Ajax snipped of each end with his knife, then tied the ends together by way of a sheet-bend knot, connecting each end as effectively as possible. Shit squeezed out of each end, which set Ajax' face
long.
I'm handling police officer excrement,
he thought. He flapped each wad off his hand like slabs of warm brown clay. But by then, at least, he was beginning to get it... when Dean tied the last end to his back belt loop.
long.
I'm handling police officer excrement,
he thought. He flapped each wad off his hand like slabs of warm brown clay. But by then, at least, he was beginning to get it... when Dean tied the last end to his back belt loop.
A guideline,
Ajax thought.
Ajax thought.
"Come on," Dean said, shotgun in one hand, flashlight in the other. "I'm going down there... to get Arianne out."
Ajax didn't argue. He followed Dean deep into the front mine stope, to the area which branched out into four different corridors. Ajax dropped the 150-foot reel of intestines to the dirt floor and kept his end tied about his wrist.
"I'll try one at a time," Dean said. "If I shout... pull me back."
"Got'cha," Ajax understood.
Dean took a deep breath. Then he began to lower himself into the first egress.
««—»»
This eats dick,
Dean thought, plodding forward. The earth-formed corridor wound ever downward. The deeper Dean descended, the harder the stench wafted up.
Dean thought, plodding forward. The earth-formed corridor wound ever downward. The deeper Dean descended, the harder the stench wafted up.
The foulest stench to ever assail his nose, which stood to reason: it was into the main shaft of this very mine that they'd dumped hundreds of dead cattle and probably enough rendering bilge to fill a community swimming pool.
Some of the corridors were manways—barely wide enough to squeeze through—while others were haulage passages. Some, he knew, would lead to the main shaft, others to dead ends. Eventually, the corridor he now occupied ended at a great pile of rubble.
Damn...
Frustrated, Dean followed the life-line of intestines back to entry.
Damn...
Frustrated, Dean followed the life-line of intestines back to entry.
"No luck," he told Ajax. "A dead end."
"Maybe they're
all
dead ends," Ajax pointed out. "Maybe she's not even here."
all
dead ends," Ajax pointed out. "Maybe she's not even here."
"I
know
she's here," Dean felt assured. He couldn't explain
how
he knew, he just knew. This place was full of archaic evil, and it was some equally archaic benevolence that whispered its secrets to him,
emboldened
him with its supereal wisdom. "Arianne's in there somewhere, and so is the hellish mother and son who've been tearing this town a new asshole."
know
she's here," Dean felt assured. He couldn't explain
how
he knew, he just knew. This place was full of archaic evil, and it was some equally archaic benevolence that whispered its secrets to him,
emboldened
him with its supereal wisdom. "Arianne's in there somewhere, and so is the hellish mother and son who've been tearing this town a new asshole."
"How do you know?" Ajax countered.
"I just do. And I know why they're here, I know what summoned them— vengeance."
"Vengeance? For what?"
"It's me they want. They've brought their horror here as vengeance against what I've done."
Ajax smirked as though the words were ridiculous. "And what's that?"
Dean's voice grated out as if confessing to murder. "I've cranked more horns out of more cattle heads than anyone in history."
Dean checked the second set of passages, then the third. Both were clueless dead ends. "This one," he said of the fourth, "has got to be it."
He stepped in as if entering the esophagus of an immense dead beast, then began moving toward its belly.
««—»»
When Arianne awoke she thought she must be drowning in filth; she didn't breathe as much as gulp great mouthfuls of air. She hung naked, suspended by her wrists, in some low cavern of beslimed wet rock.
The old mine,
she realized.
I'm at the bottom of the mine.
No source of light could be detected yet she could see the entails of her surroundings as if through some sort of filter, as if
evil
had a light of its own. Arianne knew at least that much: it was evil that had brought her to this foul place.
The old mine,
she realized.
I'm at the bottom of the mine.
No source of light could be detected yet she could see the entails of her surroundings as if through some sort of filter, as if
evil
had a light of its own. Arianne knew at least that much: it was evil that had brought her to this foul place.
Before her lay piles of dead cattle, some corpses mummified to twisted sacks of leather, others bloated by rot and putrefactive gas, while still more seemed to have melted down to puddles of nameless slop in which maggots churned voraciously. But what stretched beyond was even more vile: a veritable lake of befoulment, as though all the waste of hell had been dumped here. Indeed, this was the place where the Devil emptied his bowels.
And it was from this lake that the woman emerged. Arianne had seen her before, on the night she was nearly killed by Sergeant Lass: a woman who existed not as a being of flesh but a being of darkness, a woman made solid by every evil thought and loathsome desire generated by humankind. She was the lust behind every rape, child-molestation, and act of incest. She was the erection at the groin of every Serbian torturer. She was the synapse which triggered every finger to ever drop napalm on women and children, and the blood that pumped in the hearts of every SS death-camp guard. She was Pasiphae.
She traipsed knee-deep through the liquid filth, bringing her black smile ever closer. Arianne just hung there, watching.
"Not quite the Harlot of Sodom, hmm?" The spectral queen's voice echoed like words cast out in a mountain range. "All the power you could have over men, and look what you've done with it. You've given it away, and now you are ruled by them."
"Got any crank? Got any cokesmoke?" Arianne asked. "I'm stringing out."
"Not a real woman at all but just a silly little piece of meat for men to drain their loins in."
"Guess not," Arianne muttered in dejection. "So fuck you."
"So it's only fitting that
you
shall be the bait for your paramour."
you
shall be the bait for your paramour."
"My
power mower?
Bitch, what the fuck're you talking about? Hey, I'll eat your pussy for twenty bucks."
power mower?
Bitch, what the fuck're you talking about? Hey, I'll eat your pussy for twenty bucks."
"And he'll be here soon," the dark woman promised. "I can taste him in the air."
"All right, ten bucks. Shit."
A hand of purified darkness touched Arianne's nearly breastless bosom, then glided down the rest of her pale dirty skinny junkie body. "Then my son and I shall feast. You'll be the appetizer, of course. And as for the entrée?" Her black hands came away and then reached into a crevice. "This pair of fresh, fat dumplings—" and from the crevice she withdrew two chubby naked infants.
The Rundstedt Twins!
Arianne recognized at once.
Arianne recognized at once.
"Yes, these two should provide an excellent main course," the woman remarked, holding the babies to her ebon bosom. They made cute goo-goo-ga-ga noises.
Even Arianne was disgusted. "You are one whacked-out sick-in-the-head bitch, you know that? What kind of demon-goddess are you, anyway? They're just babies, for God's sake. Leave 'em alone."
"Oh, we'll leave them alone... after my son and I have sucked their tender innards from their mouths, gobbled their baby-fat, and inhaled their blood."
"What an asshole," Arianne complained. "Only assholes fuck with babies and little kids. If that's all you can do, you better throw in the towel."
Pasiphae paused as if offended. "But we'll be saving the best for last," she promised haughtily. "Dessert shall be your paramour, this Thesean malefactor, the destroyer who's gone unpunished for far too long."
There she went with the power mower again. "Are you talking about my ex-boyfriend Dean? The all-time world horn-cranking champion?"
"Yes!" the woman's voice thundered in timeless anger. "My son and I will pick him apart a speck at a time until nothing remains!"
Arianne laughed. "In your dreams, lady. Dean'll wear your ass
out.
He'll kick you in the twat so hard you'll be coughing up your fuckin' uterus. He's the toughest guy in town, and no pissant little baby-killer is gonna take him down."
out.
He'll kick you in the twat so hard you'll be coughing up your fuckin' uterus. He's the toughest guy in town, and no pissant little baby-killer is gonna take him down."
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