Darius watches as InfernoCannon flees from the scene of the crime and throws himself into an old, rusty car. Darius steps lightly on the gas of his Chrysler 300, rums spinning hydraulics pumping. InfernoCannon's car has amazing acceleration, 0-30 in ten seconds. After quickly catching up the front of Darius car still bouncing Darius places the front end of his car on InfernoCannon's trunk before stepping on the gas and driving completely over it, collapsing the roof on his way.

Giving a light smirk as InfernoCannon attempts to crawl away, and not wanting to get the Chrysler dirty, Darius steps out of the car plants his foot firmly in InfernoCannon's stomach before dropping a foot on his neck, crushing his windpipe.

 

Darius walks quickly into his hotel, a practice that is used to speedily deter assassins. He makes it into his room, reactivates the anitpersonnel mines on the door, and drops into the bed. After a few minutes, he strats to drift away into sleep. A scraping noise makes him shoot upright. He clutches a 9mm, looking alertly about the room. Another noise sounds, this one directly behind him. He turns and comes face-to-sickening grin and gaping hole. He absentmindedly categories the pallid flesh, blood still running from the hole in the head, and the skeletal appearance as he empties his gun into the monster's chest. The monster heaves a bubbling, maddening laugh as he grabs the gun with his left hand, ripping it from Darius' weaker hands. He grips Darius by the neck as he brings what he holds in his right closer. It is a water flask, stained crimson in blood. With another demented cackle, He tries to shove it down Darius' throat. Frustrated by the resistance from the lower jaw, he uses both hands to break it entirely off. He then happily shoves the flask in its entirety down Darius' neck. A series of bubbling giggles escapes him as he scurries out of the room.

 

Mindless stood surrounded by walking corpses alternating between giggling and a howling laughter as the bodies drew closer to his skeletal pallid bloody self.

Mindless let out one last high-pitch giggle before being consumed by the undead horde, while still clutching a water flask,

After all, even a Monster can't stand in the way of a Madman.

 

Sandono is easing a very expensive (and very ugly) china plate out of a display cabinet. He attempts to pull in out in one move when his fingers slip and he smashes it.

He runs. When he is finally caught in Madrid, he is wearing a sunhat and a flowered shirt, trying to blend amongst the many tourists. The last thing Sandono hears before he gets a columbian necktie and dies choking on his own tongue is, "Malaga really wanted that plate."

 

The china shop is nearly empty when malaga enters in search of a new plate to replace the one destroyed by Sandono. Only a saleswoman behind the counter and a shop assistant on a ladder are present.

Malaga's walk through the isles is suddenly stopped by the assistant jumping on her back, forcing her to the floor. A pen knife penetrates the back of the neck, damaging major nerves. A few stabs more and malaga won't stand up again.

 

World is just leaving the shop as he hears a high-pitched scream. He looks up at a dark shape which impacts against the shop wall and explodes destroying his body.

5 miles away at a 'deserted' military base, Sandono cackles as he dismantles his new howitzer before clutching at his new scars in pain.

 

Ihateuall enters the deserted military base -- in his godzilla animagus form. He rips open the metal walls surrounding Sandono and eats him. Then he commits suicide and comes back as an invulnerable godzilla spirit.

Can't kill me now, bitches.

 

1. I shall call the Ghostbusters to capture your pathic ass.
2. After that I will perform a complex ritual that shall returned you to your one year old self.
3. Afterwards, I shall chop off a quarter inch piece of you body at a time and feed it through my meat-grinder of doom.

4. Once your body is no more, I shall feed your remains to my pet 3 headed dog, Fluffy.

 

Sandono pulls out one of his new stitches and strangles dark007 with it. He then pulls out a knife and carves his name in dark007's corpse. He stumbles away to look for a more reliable body this his current igor-stitched one.

 

Bittersweet puts Sandono in a pool filled with hot naked girls, as he strips to get some action, a Candiru leaps at the opportunity and tunnels up his penis, its barbs preventing him from pulling it out.
Sandono stares as all the girls point at him and laugh as he slowly dies, manhood first.

 

Bittersweet looks through his photo album. He flicks through various scenes of destruction and torture, mangled bodies appearing in various poses of agony. He caresses some favourites with his finger before heading to the middle of the book where a new picture has been placed.

Sandono's face stares out at the viewer, body shriveled and warped. Any normal person would be disgusted and horrified but Sandono smiles and holds the book close to his face, to deliver a loving kiss to Sandono's screaming mouth.

He closes his eyes and brings his lips closer before feeling an sharp prick on the side of his neck. He brings his hand up to the sore spot but too late. The mix of Potassium Chloride, Pancuronium, and Sodium Thiopental has done it's work, paralysing him and stopping his heart.
Malaga throws away a hypodermic needle and spits on Bittersweet's face, then leaves through the open door, never to return.

 

The night air is still, the full moon shines brightly, and an eerie noise emanates from the cemetery. Suddenly, a bone pierces the mud, and slowly drags an old corpse out. The corpse opens its mouth and growls, "Malaga... Malaga.." incessantly.

Meanwhile, in a nearby pub, Malaga is having a blast, partying with her friends, drinking enough alcohol to drown a fully grown elephant. They toast her assassination of Bittersweet, the latest in a series of gang murders. Suddenly chilling screams tear through the joyous occasion and a kedaver stalks in the smashed remains of a door. Malaga's friends quickly abandon her to her fate and run.

The skeleton goes straight to Malaga and grabs her throat, forces her mouth open and pours a bottle of caustic soda into the screaming hole. A sadistic grin is etched on the remnants of skin on the body's face, as the soda reacts with the acids in Malaga's stomach. The slow, painful death begins and her stomach burns under the intense heat, slowly spreading outwards, burning her from inside out.

The skeleton shrugs and leaves the ruined bar, searching for other to torture. Just before he leaves, he turns around and breaks a stool, and using the broken splinters, carves the words, "Revenge is Bittersweet".

 

As Bittersweet walks from his latest murder, a Creature follows him overhead.
He sees he sees its shadow and quickly looks above, but alas there's nothing there.
Just as he relaxes again he feels an abnormally cold wind stir debris along the road he's walking down.He tries to look behind him but finds he cannot move.
But then in a flurry of movement He sees his body fall to the ground....headless,leaking black oily blood.
He feels himself being moved and soon his head is staring at his killer, a warped visage appears from the shadows.
Bittersweet's conscious head can only look on as he is thown into a gutter to be devoured by vermin.

In his last moments of life he hears a voice: Knowing my luck you'll copy Freddy and come back to kill my kids. That was all Bitter heard except for the flapping of wings and a gust of air.

 

A strage, disembodied voice continues to chant the same words again and again "Knowing my luck you'll copy Freddy and come back to kill my kids."

Bittersweet suddenly realizes that he now knows what to do, and slowly gathers his scattered pieces together and looks like the abomination he really is. As he crawls out of the gutter he finds the perfect tool, a rusted spoon. A manical grin forms over the decaying flesh adorning his skull, some his, and some stolen.

Son walks away whistling a tune, knowing his creature has killed another. Suddenly a cool breeze blows, and Son realizies the chilling similarity to his own creature's attacks. As soon as he realizes something's amiss, a giant spoon rushes out of the gutter and down his oesophagus, slowly boring a hole through to his wind pipe. As the dull spoon slowly, but surely kills him, he hears a eerie voice saying, "It's a pity I don't know exactly what Freddy did, but I'll kill your kids anyway"

Son yells out in despair, realizing his beloved kids will be killed AGAIN, only to be cut short and an odd bone pierces his throat and permanently rearranges his vocal chords. He imagines he cna hear his poor children's dying screams, and dies very sad, knowing he's all alone, and his bloodline has died with him.

A confused voice then rings out, "Eh, your 18, how the hell do you have kids? You some kind of a pervert?"

 

As Bitter crawls away from his latest kill.
A hand shoots out from the Darkness and punches him in his decaying jaw,causing it to break off and fly into the shadows behind him.While a hand grabs his dull and rusted spoon,accidently snapping off some of poor Bitter's fingers.
Then he's smacked with his own spoon....repeatedly on the forehead.
He then see Son walk out of the shadows,and Son walks toward Bitter while saying: It was a metaphor you dipshit:
Then the spoon rammed into Bitters' brain and dies as if turned like a light.

As the shadow converge upon a now leaving Son, you hear him say: Never fuck around with a guy who can manipulate shadows.

 

Bittersweets twice dead corpse feebly tries to raise its head, but fails miserably and slumps down.
In an amazing stroke of luck, he manages to see a comet on in fiery descent from the sky. He watches with glee as it strikes down Son's arrogant corpse. A deep voice suddenly rumbles out of every corner of the earth, "ONLY I CONTROL THE SHADOWS!! YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR ARROGANCE WITH AH ETERNITY IN HELL! YOU SON OF THE FORSAKEN SHALL NOW BE FORSAKEN YOURSELF BHUHUHAHAHAHAAAAA BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAA"

 

Bittersweet looks up only to be consumed by a hailstorm of nuclear fire.

Sitting in his chair at his fortress of doom he states, as he looks at the monitor showing Bittersweets end,

"I was here first you stupid bitch."

Just before he swivels his chair around a thought enters his mind,

"Shadow manipulation, humph, who needs that when you have WMDs? Really."

 

And as Sandy prepare to launch another WMD.While sitting in his"Chair of Doom", he smells the stench of decay ,then hears the whoosh of air ,and then sees the the blade effortlessly slice though his arms just above the wrists.Effectively disabling him.
He whimpers as he tries to stem the flow of his blood and finally looks up to see who his attacker is, and he sees Son holding the sword,now stained with blood.He hears Son speaks: Yes who needs shadow manipulation when you have WMD's,hmm but you can't press a button if you don't have any limbs to with now can you?:
Then as Sand could only watch on helplessly he sees the WMD's, the ones Son took over. Launch each head for destinations that house Sandono's friends & family. then silently Son strikes out at Sandono, his sword slicing though his flesh and looks on as all he knew and cared about is destroyed and finally feels the coldness of death creep upon him and drifts off to sleep,never to wake ever again.

 

The Son of the Forsaken strolls jubilantly down the cold, rainy streets of LA. He enters Santa Monica. Checking his watch, a replica of a much nicer watch, he notices he hasn't eaten for several hours. He strolls into a convienient diner, and orders an exceptionally greasy burger. As he sits eating it, he notices a man seated at a booth across the diner staring at him. The man is of an average height, with dark brown hair. He's wearing jeans and a T-shirt, entirely nodescript. The only notable feature about him is the fact that his hair is rather long, curling at the ends, and his unnatural stare. SoF puts the man out of his mind as he finishes his meal. He pays for his meal, lights a cigarette, and leaves the diner. He decides to head to the pier. On his way, he notices odd noises that seem to be following him. His hand closes around his lacquered Samurai Katana. He continues his walk, fingers spidering nervously across the hilt of his blade. An unseen figure smiles thinly. By the time SoF reaches the Santa Monica pier, he is thoughroughly spooked. He shifts and jumps at every small noise. Suddenly he hears the rasp of boot on concrete directly behind him. He whips around, half-drawing the blade. He sees nothing. He sighs, and immediatley notices a rather curious occurence. There is no sound! Brow furrowing, he suddenly realizes that there is no sound. No water, wind, or anything. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He leaps to the side, only instincts born of long years of training save him. A blade sweeps past his neck, drawing blood from a shallow cut. He whips around, and again sees nothing. He is stabbed in the shoulder. He screams, producing no sound. He moans and sobs in pain, yelling soundless threats and pleas into the night. Sound is suddenly restored, just and SoF screams, "What the fuck are you?" The man he saw in the diner appears from nowhere, leaning down, grey eyes glinting cruelly. "I'm Mindless. And I'm your worst nightmare."

Three weeks later, the police recieve SoF's remains, mailed to them in twenty-seven seperate mason jars.

 

The entire archaeological community gather round a large table. On the table a huge sarcophagus rests. The table groans slightly under the weight of the gold and jewel encrusted coffin, and the man in charge of opening the casket looks up nervously at all the curious faces of the public who paid for the privilege of viewing the opening of the mummy.

He gulps and opens the lid to see a body wrapped in bandages. He carefully cuts through the browning dressings to expose a calm face. A high pitched voice filters down from the peanut gallery.
"It looks so recent!"

The man paused and looked at the face. The modern face, with a very modern bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, execution style. The man screamed,
"Get the police!"

Malaga slipped out through the panicking crowd, laughing quietly. It had been worth all the difficulty sneaking Mindless into the sarcophagus for that one line she got to shout. "It looks so recent." She cracked herself up.