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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4862412" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Black Guard: Part 9 – You Scream, I Scream…</strong></p><p></p><p>The stairs led down into extreme darkness. Their flashlights did not illuminate in the normal way, casting a much dimmer light upon their surroundings. The basement was circular, approximately sixty-foot in diameter. Images of demonic figures, and black writing accompanied them. A large pentagram sketched in white chalk covered the center of the room. The chalk glowed as their flashlight beams traced its perimeter. </p><p></p><p>A tall man sat akimbo inside the center of the pentagram. He appeared to sleep with his arms folded across his chest. He wore jeans and a dark polo shirt. He was barefoot, with a tag on one toe. What was visible of his body was entirely covered by blackened and blistered skin, oily and sticky to the touch.</p><p></p><p>Thirteen burned red candles ringed the pentagram. On the opposite side of the room was a small rectangular table that held seven small statues. </p><p></p><p>Hammer drew his pistols. Jim-Bean pulled out his gas mask and put it on top of his head, ready to be flipped down over his face at any moment.</p><p></p><p>The door at the top of the stairs slammed shut, and the candles spontaneously lit. A demonic voice echoed through the chamber and the man rose…</p><p></p><p>Hammer fired several bullets into the figure, but he barely reacted. </p><p></p><p>“He’s already dead,” said Archive. “Mundane weapons won’t work.”</p><p></p><p>“Well do something about it!”</p><p></p><p>With a scream, the man reared back and black tar spewed out of his mouth. </p><p></p><p>Archive pulled out a piece of chalk and penciled an Elder Sign onto the hilt of Hammer’s pistols. Then he made a mark on Hammer’s forehead.</p><p></p><p>“What’s that for?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“It will protect you,” said Archive. </p><p></p><p>“Oh man that’s disgusting,” said Jim-Bean, transfixed. The vomiting continued, as the tar slowly encompassed the corpse, volume far beyond the capacity of a human stomach to contain. </p><p></p><p>“What about my gun?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“No time,” said Archive. He tossed him a pocket knife. “Use mine.”</p><p></p><p>“But this is…” Jim-Bean looked down. It was a Glock. “Never mind.”</p><p></p><p>The tar rose into a roughly humanoid form, rippling like a pool of black mud, exploding in geysers. It expanded to a size larger than an elephant, but only because of its lengthy lumbering limbs and legs did it project size. Its head was topped by a single black oval eye and snout-like mouth, a receptor filled with needle-like teeth similar to the spines of a cactus. The stench of ammonia filled the room. But by far the most awful part of the beast is its shriek, which sounded like a dying animal slaughtered in the most horrific manner. It echoed inside their skulls.</p><p></p><p>Archive presented the Elder Sign amulet. “In the name of—“</p><p></p><p>The Screaming Crawler moved with the grace and speed of a leopard. It closed the distance to Archive in one stride, slamming him against the wall with an undulating limb of ooze and claws. </p><p></p><p>Hammer fired at it, tearing holes of ichor that slowly reformed.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean ran along the other side, raking the altar with gunfire.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell are you doing?” shouted Hammer. “SHOOT IT!”</p><p></p><p>“I’m trying to stop the Doctor!” Jim-Bean shouted back. “This has got to be his canopic jars and the source of his—“</p><p></p><p>The canopic jars exploded, spreading still-preserved organs everywhere. The Screaming Crawler didn’t even flinch.</p><p></p><p>Hammer ducked and rolled as the thing swiped at him, tossing Archive aside like a discarded toy. The needle-filled proboscis darted at his head.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean turned and fired Archive’s pistol at the thing’s back. It whirled…</p><p></p><p>Hammer came up from his tumble, firing both pistols. The Screaming Crawler staggered backwards as a chunk of its shoulder splattered across the cavern wall. </p><p></p><p>“I’m running out of bullets!” shouted Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Hammer felt to one knee, panting. The thing had raked him with just one claw, but it was a deep gouge. Blood drenched his right arm.</p><p></p><p>For a split-second the Crawler seemed torn between attacking Jim-Bean and Hammer. Then it made a decision and lunged at Hammer.</p><p></p><p>All the candles went out.</p><p></p><p>Hammer stayed focused on where the thing was. It was so big, he couldn’t miss…</p><p></p><p>He emptied both pistols. The shrieking stopped. Cold ooze lapped around Hammer’s boots.</p><p></p><p>The candles flared back to life. What was left of the Screaming Crawler was just sludge, puddled in front of Hammer. One more step and the thing would have beheaded him.</p><p></p><p>“Open up!” shouted someone upstairs. “Police!”</p><p></p><p>“Always late,” said Jim-Bean, clucking his tongue.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4862412, member: 3285"] [b]Black Guard: Part 9 – You Scream, I Scream…[/b] The stairs led down into extreme darkness. Their flashlights did not illuminate in the normal way, casting a much dimmer light upon their surroundings. The basement was circular, approximately sixty-foot in diameter. Images of demonic figures, and black writing accompanied them. A large pentagram sketched in white chalk covered the center of the room. The chalk glowed as their flashlight beams traced its perimeter. A tall man sat akimbo inside the center of the pentagram. He appeared to sleep with his arms folded across his chest. He wore jeans and a dark polo shirt. He was barefoot, with a tag on one toe. What was visible of his body was entirely covered by blackened and blistered skin, oily and sticky to the touch. Thirteen burned red candles ringed the pentagram. On the opposite side of the room was a small rectangular table that held seven small statues. Hammer drew his pistols. Jim-Bean pulled out his gas mask and put it on top of his head, ready to be flipped down over his face at any moment. The door at the top of the stairs slammed shut, and the candles spontaneously lit. A demonic voice echoed through the chamber and the man rose… Hammer fired several bullets into the figure, but he barely reacted. “He’s already dead,” said Archive. “Mundane weapons won’t work.” “Well do something about it!” With a scream, the man reared back and black tar spewed out of his mouth. Archive pulled out a piece of chalk and penciled an Elder Sign onto the hilt of Hammer’s pistols. Then he made a mark on Hammer’s forehead. “What’s that for?” asked Hammer. “It will protect you,” said Archive. “Oh man that’s disgusting,” said Jim-Bean, transfixed. The vomiting continued, as the tar slowly encompassed the corpse, volume far beyond the capacity of a human stomach to contain. “What about my gun?” asked Jim-Bean. “No time,” said Archive. He tossed him a pocket knife. “Use mine.” “But this is…” Jim-Bean looked down. It was a Glock. “Never mind.” The tar rose into a roughly humanoid form, rippling like a pool of black mud, exploding in geysers. It expanded to a size larger than an elephant, but only because of its lengthy lumbering limbs and legs did it project size. Its head was topped by a single black oval eye and snout-like mouth, a receptor filled with needle-like teeth similar to the spines of a cactus. The stench of ammonia filled the room. But by far the most awful part of the beast is its shriek, which sounded like a dying animal slaughtered in the most horrific manner. It echoed inside their skulls. Archive presented the Elder Sign amulet. “In the name of—“ The Screaming Crawler moved with the grace and speed of a leopard. It closed the distance to Archive in one stride, slamming him against the wall with an undulating limb of ooze and claws. Hammer fired at it, tearing holes of ichor that slowly reformed. Jim-Bean ran along the other side, raking the altar with gunfire. “What the hell are you doing?” shouted Hammer. “SHOOT IT!” “I’m trying to stop the Doctor!” Jim-Bean shouted back. “This has got to be his canopic jars and the source of his—“ The canopic jars exploded, spreading still-preserved organs everywhere. The Screaming Crawler didn’t even flinch. Hammer ducked and rolled as the thing swiped at him, tossing Archive aside like a discarded toy. The needle-filled proboscis darted at his head. Jim-Bean turned and fired Archive’s pistol at the thing’s back. It whirled… Hammer came up from his tumble, firing both pistols. The Screaming Crawler staggered backwards as a chunk of its shoulder splattered across the cavern wall. “I’m running out of bullets!” shouted Jim-Bean. Hammer felt to one knee, panting. The thing had raked him with just one claw, but it was a deep gouge. Blood drenched his right arm. For a split-second the Crawler seemed torn between attacking Jim-Bean and Hammer. Then it made a decision and lunged at Hammer. All the candles went out. Hammer stayed focused on where the thing was. It was so big, he couldn’t miss… He emptied both pistols. The shrieking stopped. Cold ooze lapped around Hammer’s boots. The candles flared back to life. What was left of the Screaming Crawler was just sludge, puddled in front of Hammer. One more step and the thing would have beheaded him. “Open up!” shouted someone upstairs. “Police!” “Always late,” said Jim-Bean, clucking his tongue. [/QUOTE]
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