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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 2107444" data-attributes="member: 20284">Massacre to the Left, Massacre to the Right6:00 PM, Tuesday, July 20thSomewhere dark and uncomfortableQuin awoke with a throbbing headache and a shooting pain in his left hand.  Before he opened his eyes he knew he was bound – arms and legs tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth.  He slowly opened his eyes and pain shot through his face and his head rocked to the left.  He’d been smacked.  He was in a basement, sparsely furnished and barely lit.  Cement walls and floor, no decorations.  He was in a chair – metal.“Damn, dude!”  He tried to say.  It came out “Dmmm, dddd!” around the gag. He redirected his gaze to the source of the blow.  A middle aged man, graying at the temples but obviously very lean and muscular – the force of the blow alone had shown him that.  His face stung but the real pain was in his left hand, so he glanced at it.  “What the f**k!!!” he tried to say – “WMMM MMM MMK!!!”  His left pinky was gone, chopped off at the first knuckle.  It looked like the wound itself had been cauterized shut, but the pain belied its appearance.The man seated across from him looked down at a New York driver’s license.  “Alright, Mister Quinton Stark III.  It seems I have your attention.  Now I want you to tell me everything you know about Armani Determan.”  He looked up from the license at Quinton’s terrified face.  “And rest assured, if you f**k with me that little finger of yours will be joined by numerous friends.”  "DMMM, FMFMM SMMF."The man reached forward and tore the gag from Quin’s mouth.  “Talk.”“Dude, this sucks.”●6:30 PM, Tuesday, July 20thRiverside General HospitalRebecca answered her cell phone.  “The guy with the gun, is he still with you?”  It was Martin Gallivan’s voice.  He sounded out of breath.“He’s somewhere.  Why?”“I need him here.  There’s something strange going on.”“Ya think?”  Rebecca jabbed.  Strange had taken on a completely knew meaning in the last two weeks.  “Yeah, I can find him.  What’s going on?”Ten minutes later Rebecca, Meadow and Armani were in the Grand Am screaming down I-64 to meet Gallivan.  Meadow drove while Rebecca talked to Gallivan on the phone.  Professor Gallivan had gone to the coven’s camp to meet Wendy and tell her about what they had discovered at Sammy’s and to discuss their next step.  He hadn’t gotten there – the sounds of screams and gunshots had stopped him a mile from the camp and he’d called for backup.  The backup was on its way.  Armani sat in the back seat, stretching his a**-kicking muscles.  Fifteen minutes later they were pulled over on the side of the road.“Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t.”  Meadow was slamming her hands on the steering wheel.“You really need to slow down at the overpasses.  They wait for you there, you know?”“I swear.  Godd**n chicks can’t drive.  It’s not like we have a batch of illegal weapons in the f**king car.”  Armani was trying to be as stealthy as possible as he slid his pistol under the passenger seat.“Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t.”“Look, we’ll make Martin pay for the ticket.”  Rebecca spoke into the phone.  “We’ll be a bit late, Martin.  Meadow just got pulled over for speeding.  It’s a double fine, Martin.  It’s a construction zone.”“Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t.”“Never let a godd*mn chick drive.  If I get arrested for these weapons I’m going to beat your witch a**.”“NOBODY is going to get arrested as long as you shut up!”  Rebecca shouted.“Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t…”Another fifteen minutes and they were on the road again, driving slightly under the speed limit.  They met Professor Gallivan at the KOA campground in Williamsburg.“I haven’t heard the screams or gunshots for a while.”  Martin said.  “Do you have weapons?”  “We have Armani.  And I have some pepper spray.”  Rebecca popped her trunk.  “There’s a knife in here too.  You can have it Meadow, I’m really good with pepper spray.”Professor Gallivan pulled out his little pistol.  “It’s a secret area of the campground.  Follow.”Martin led them up several winding paths.  “The coven dwells here.  The screams came from their camp.”  “Why are we not calling the police?”  Meadow asked.“The coven is involved in some illegal activities.”“All the more reason to call the f**kin’ cops,” said Armani.Rebecca looked a little shocked.  “For once, I agree with Armani.  If they’re involved in something illegal and it involves gunshots, then maybe the police ought to take care of it.”“Rebecca, they have information I need.  And possibly information you and your friends need about Mr. Nickels.  If they’re arrested then we will never get that information.”Armani nodded.  “And we don’t get to beat the f**k out of Sammy.  Let’s go in.”“Ok, we’re going in.  But Meadow and I had better get an A+.”  Armani and Gallivan treaded carefully down the path.  The ladies followed, knife and pepper spray at the ready.  The woods were eerily silent.  No voices.  No wildlife.  Around a bend in the path they saw a couple of cabins.  “This is where they live.”  Martin said.  “The coven practices their craft in a clearing further down, but they sleep and eat here.”“Their craft?”  Meadow asked.“It’s magic, Miss McLean.  They practice their magic.”“Do they use human blood?” Rebecca asked.“I don’t think so.  Some practice animal sacrifice as part of their rituals, but I don’t think any use human blood.”  He shrugged.  “Some of them are very focused on the craft, at the expense of all else, but I don’t think they’d willingly harm another human unless absolutely necessary.”“Tell Devin that.” Rebecca scowled.  “I think the bullet is still lodged in his skull.”“Wendy didn’t want to shoot him.  In fact, she paid his hospital bill for him and went to see him several times while he was recovering.  But she is not the only powerful woman in the coven.  Others, like Rain, have more questionable morals…”  Gallivan stopped as they approached the cabins.  “Oh no…”A body lay in front of the closest cabin.  It was a woman, hair and blood sprawled out across the steps leading from the cabin.  They saw others then, too.  Several bodies were splayed around the campground.“There were fifteen people in the coven.  That’s Winter Wind there.  She was kind.”  Martin continued towards the cabins.  “Mellow Yellow.”  He bent over a third body.  “Lover of Puppies.”  Martin opened the door to the first cabin – empty.  The second cabin was not.  Professor Gallivan covered his mouth with his hand and staggered back.  “The rest… the rest are in there.”“Get the f**k back to the car, Professor.  We’re done here.”  Armani grabbed Gallivan by the shoulder.  The professor twisted around and stepped towards the corpse-filled cabin.“No.  We’re not done yet.”  He entered the cabin and rummaged around, under bodies and through lockers.  Armani inspected the other bodies, all killed by gunshots, some small caliber, some larger, but no shredded faces.Gallivan stumbled out of the cabin a minute later, wiping vomit from his chin.  In his left hand he clutched a large leather-bound book.  “Now we’re done.”Meadow clutched her stomach and stepped away from Gallivan as he left the cabin.“What is that?” Rebecca asked.“Answers.”</blockquote>

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