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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4447216" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Closed Casket: Part 3a – The Gas Station</strong></p><p></p><p>Clouds passed, revealing an almost full moon. The wind blew around the dark gas station. A rusty tea pot sat on a pile of trash and whistled as the wind blew.</p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean arrived at the gas station, exhausted. </p><p></p><p>“Hello?” shouted Hammer. </p><p></p><p>No answer. The two agents nodded to each other and, drawing their pistols, circled around opposite sides towards the back of the gas station. </p><p></p><p>A wooden outhouse door slammed back and forth in the wind. </p><p></p><p>“Rudolph!” sobbed a voice. “I got buckshot, ya hear?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer crept up to the outhouse door. Jim-Bean arrived on the other side. With a nod, Hammer kicked it open.</p><p></p><p>Inside the outhouse was the gas station attendant, in tears, holding his shotgun tightly. He was obviously drunk.</p><p></p><p>“Freeze!’ shouted Hammer. “Drop the shotgun!”</p><p></p><p>“My wife…she didn’t want to leave…she wouldn’t move to town even when the state police ordered us to. The kids grew up in the mines…like animals.” He smiled through his tears. “What kind of place is that for children?”</p><p></p><p>In a split second the old man set the shotgun under his chin. </p><p></p><p>“No, wait—“ said Jim_Bean.</p><p></p><p>BANG! The old man’s brains splattered in the outhouse.</p><p></p><p>“Jesus,” said Hammer. “I couldn’t stop him…”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, voices echoed around them from different directions. </p><p></p><p>“Daddy,” said the voices with a high-pitched whine. “Daddy…daaaddyyyy…daddy…”</p><p></p><p>“What the hell is that?” shouted Jim-Bean, trying to point his pistol everywhere at once.</p><p> </p><p>The voices became louder and louder, omnipresent. “Dad-dy…dad-dy…daaaddyy…daddy…daddy…”</p><p></p><p>Then all was silent.</p><p></p><p>Hammer wiped the blood and brains off of his face and raised his Glock, hands shaking. “Be ready for any—“ </p><p></p><p>Before he could finish the sentence, a hand pickax whistled through the air at Jim-Bean’s head. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean twisted to get out of the way. The pickax speared his shoulder, and the forceful impact spun him around. </p><p></p><p>The commotion provided a screen for a charging behemoth with long, scraggly gray hair wielding a huge pickax. </p><p></p><p>Hammer fired four shots into the half-man to no avail. With a roar, the pickax slashed across Hammer’s torso, catching him across the ribs. The blow sent him reeling, trailing a ribbon of blood.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean unleashed the entire clip of his SIG-Sauer into the thing’s back. It whirled with a devious grin. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean threw his SIG to the ground and dove into the outhouse, slamming the door behind him.</p><p></p><p>The Wildman crept up to the door, sniffing it, pickax in both hands. “Daaaady,” he whispered in a high-pitched voice.</p><p></p><p>The wooden door of the outhouse exploded outwards as the full blast of a double-barreled shotgun caught the man full in the face. His headless body fell backwards, twitching. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean reloaded the shotgun with two more shells, shells that he somehow knew to purchase before he even had a shotgun. “I’m not your f$@#ing daddy,” he said to the bloody corpse.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4447216, member: 3285"] [b]Closed Casket: Part 3a – The Gas Station[/b] Clouds passed, revealing an almost full moon. The wind blew around the dark gas station. A rusty tea pot sat on a pile of trash and whistled as the wind blew. Hammer and Jim-Bean arrived at the gas station, exhausted. “Hello?” shouted Hammer. No answer. The two agents nodded to each other and, drawing their pistols, circled around opposite sides towards the back of the gas station. A wooden outhouse door slammed back and forth in the wind. “Rudolph!” sobbed a voice. “I got buckshot, ya hear?” Hammer crept up to the outhouse door. Jim-Bean arrived on the other side. With a nod, Hammer kicked it open. Inside the outhouse was the gas station attendant, in tears, holding his shotgun tightly. He was obviously drunk. “Freeze!’ shouted Hammer. “Drop the shotgun!” “My wife…she didn’t want to leave…she wouldn’t move to town even when the state police ordered us to. The kids grew up in the mines…like animals.” He smiled through his tears. “What kind of place is that for children?” In a split second the old man set the shotgun under his chin. “No, wait—“ said Jim_Bean. BANG! The old man’s brains splattered in the outhouse. “Jesus,” said Hammer. “I couldn’t stop him…” Suddenly, voices echoed around them from different directions. “Daddy,” said the voices with a high-pitched whine. “Daddy…daaaddyyyy…daddy…” “What the hell is that?” shouted Jim-Bean, trying to point his pistol everywhere at once. The voices became louder and louder, omnipresent. “Dad-dy…dad-dy…daaaddyy…daddy…daddy…” Then all was silent. Hammer wiped the blood and brains off of his face and raised his Glock, hands shaking. “Be ready for any—“ Before he could finish the sentence, a hand pickax whistled through the air at Jim-Bean’s head. Jim-Bean twisted to get out of the way. The pickax speared his shoulder, and the forceful impact spun him around. The commotion provided a screen for a charging behemoth with long, scraggly gray hair wielding a huge pickax. Hammer fired four shots into the half-man to no avail. With a roar, the pickax slashed across Hammer’s torso, catching him across the ribs. The blow sent him reeling, trailing a ribbon of blood. Jim-Bean unleashed the entire clip of his SIG-Sauer into the thing’s back. It whirled with a devious grin. Jim-Bean threw his SIG to the ground and dove into the outhouse, slamming the door behind him. The Wildman crept up to the door, sniffing it, pickax in both hands. “Daaaady,” he whispered in a high-pitched voice. The wooden door of the outhouse exploded outwards as the full blast of a double-barreled shotgun caught the man full in the face. His headless body fell backwards, twitching. Jim-Bean reloaded the shotgun with two more shells, shells that he somehow knew to purchase before he even had a shotgun. “I’m not your f$@#ing daddy,” he said to the bloody corpse. [/QUOTE]
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