A Torn and Broken Halloween.

Karalynn had always loved the dark and crime-ridden Torn City with its native fauna of drug addicts, petty thieves and a multitude of different drugs. Thanks to her many years of training in gyms, and a stint in the army, it was a place where she never felt worried walking the streets late at night. The only person she knew who concerned her was DaveO. She noticed him day after day walking a sheep through the back streets which in itself might be considered unusual, but the part that really niggled her was every day without fail, it was a different sheep.

While she owned a private island, along with the vast majority of the residents in Torn City, the recent recession had forced everybody to downsize. She, along with the others working for the King of Torn had been moved into a small secure compound. As might be expected in a small piece of land full of people used to acres of space to themselves tensions were running high. Tempers were are breaking point and a full scale war between Sweeney_Todd and Kharma had only just been averted with a few well timed whip strikes from PimptressTrish. She wasnt sure whether it was the constant gunfire, the strange smells emanating from Clansdancers laboratory, the distressed baa-ing that could always be heard when DaveO was alone or the strange lights and sounds of a knife being sharpened that always came from tornberrys quarters that put her most on edge. Perhaps it was the body laying in the dark corner to her left. Wait That wasnt right! She took a firm grip on her Pink Mac 10 and hugged the wall, looking around for any movement. No, not a body, several bodies. She stepped closer and a hand reflexively flew to her mouth as she saw the mangled, barely recognisable remains. This is sick she thought as she saw Davzzs head sitting on Hydr0s torso, a pair of arms obviously belonging to Teardrop and a pair of legs that could only be from MiSsxMiNx

She hurried back to her small room, not wanting to be anywhere near that gruesome mess and began to prepare herself in case she was next. Who could do something like this? She thought as she strapped on body armour. I know Sergey, M_Mike, Bigset1 and the others in the beard with socks and sandels brigade have all been pushed to breaking point recently with this new system King Chedburn wants made but pure murder? At least our fights can normally be patched up by a few well placed shots of morphine and a little bandaging from a first aid kit. Nobody has ever died before She finished strapping on the helmet and wondered what to do next. Allies she thought, but who can I trust?! OK, then, weapons Clansdancer must have something hidden in that lab I can use!

Checking outside her door she tiptoed down the hall and out into the chilly night air, making her way stealthily towards the lab where who knows what happens. The site that met her eyes was chilling, -Clansdancer was strapped to one of her own benches, the machines whirring and a heavy scent of ether on the air. She wasnt the only one though. Every bench was full. Divalicious, Jaiden-, even the butler Jenkins were all tied in place with eyes wide and unblinking. The machines buzzed and a noxious looking green fluid pumped into every arm through an impossibly large needle. I know she brainwashed people in here to turn them into perfect subjects for King Chedburn, but this is just wrong Karalynn thought as she surveyed the scene. She tapped a few of the unmoving corpses with the end of her automatic and grimaced as heads lolled or cooling flesh puckered. Even opium isnt going to fix these poor souls she murmured. The next room was worse While the lab had never smelled right, it had certainly never spelled of blood and eviscerated intestines before. She saw the glistening grey tubes, dripping with red and brown ichor that used to be safely inside IceBlueFire, Impact-Blur and Apnea and supressed a gag.

She picked her way across the room, trying desperately not to step in any puddles of unknown bodily fluids and rested a hand on the next door I have to do this she whispered to herself, in a vain attempt to bolster confidence that had ebbed away at the sight or so much recent death and slowly opened the door a crack. She saw the back of Twos head, his chair turned away and facing a computer screen and slowly, her eyes getting used to the dim light recognised others. DevilSoldier60, Mr-Torn, Xukusari and Mix were all sitting very still, facing away from her. There was no sound in the room except the quiet hum of monitors flashing up stats and messages. Damn she thought no typing sounds. She edged closer and spun Twos chair. The grizzly mask that was once his face stared back at her. His eyelids had been removed, his mouth glued shut and his arms and legs crudely nailed to the chair. His skin was a ghostly pallor so it seems at least one of the nails had hit a major artery. She stalked around the room, her breath held and praying there might be just one person left who could tell her what happened. It was futile though, nobody in this room could tell her anything now. Wait though, in blood on the desk in front of Two there was a shaky smear ....d.u.n was all she could make out with any certainty.

Skirting around the multitude of corpses she didnt want to identify anymore Karalynn strode through the gilt laden palace, the pictures of Chedburn grinning down at her from every conceivable angle. Every statue was adorned with body parts but she steeled her nerve and placed both hands on the ancient iron bound oak doors leading into her final destination. Despite their size, a light push opened them and there on the throne was Chedburn. His features were wrong. His clothes were right but his face was pallid, the eyes too sunken to be real. W-Who are you she choked out! Suck on my donkey dick came the response. His voice was high pitched, a maleficent and baleful slur to it. Wont let me be staff indeed! No more staff left! No more King! the fake Chedburn crowed. As he stood, the flesh mask fell away leaving behind the features of Duncan. Each hand brandished an axe, the blades stained a ruddy brown with old blood. Oh Duncan What have you done? Karalynn cried. Done? DONE? Ive become the new king my sweet, and you shall be my concubine! Karalynn felt her hand tighten on her handbag which despite all appearances had been her most trusty weapon while prowling the dark streets of Torn City. Is that how you propose to your Queen? she spat, hoping to keep him on edge while she sidled closer. She let her guns clatter noisily to the ground, knowing she would never be able to flick the safeties off and aim in time to end this and just as she came within range of the axes swung for all she was worth! The rare Italian leather smacked into Duncans stained face with bone cracking force (helped of course by the brick she usually carried in there) and he teetered for a moment before regaining his balance. You thought a HANDBAG would finish me? he bellowed and swung both axes in large arcs, meeting Karalynns neck with a meaty thunk... No, NOT meeting her neck in fact. The air blurred as Karalynn ducked the clumsy swings. Fast as lighting her handbag swung again, this time in a vicious uppercut that left Duncan dazed. Karalynn breathed hard, sweat glistening off her face as she watched his form topple to the ground.

Karalynn sagged as the sirens and flashing lights came closer, it was almost over. She placed a foot on the unmoving Duncans chest and felt slight movement as he breathed. I guess I dont have it in me to kill a man she thought as the sounds of wretching and vomiting policemen filled her ears. In time and with empty stomachs they led him away in cuffs but not before he came around enough to curse I would have gotten away with it too if I hadnt thought you too weak to be a threat! Karalynn sighed as the called her pilot and made her way slightly unsteadily to the airport. At least now she might get some peace back on her very own Island. One thing was for sure, no trick or treaters could bother her there... She'd had enough of zombies, blood and guts for an entire lifetime!