Mike nodded and brought his gun to bear. He loosed of a stream of shots at Azerus's enemy, standing there with shells pinging around him.
“That's not going to work you bloody moron,” Azerus shouted, ducking under a swing that would have decapitated him. “It's a demonic weapon, and he's a...” he grunted, dodging another attack. “... fucking demon. Get the one that summoned him, go inside!”
“Right.” Mike stopped firing and ran back towards the main entrance to the school. As he did so, the bodies of the schoolgirls he'd gunned down shimmered and vanished. “Oh! Illusions! That's what he meant. Well, thank fuck for that,” he muttered.
As he approached the main doors, which were peppered with very real bullet holes, he slowed down again, bringing his gun back up he swept the area in the style of cops on TV everywhere.
“Clear,” he whispered to himself, moving into the lobby.
The room was dark and empty. He took another pace forward, the footstep echoing off the walls. Nothing.
Swivelling left and right he tried to remember which was he'd gone when he'd visited last time. Left maybe. No, right, he remembered the large double doors that way.
Sliding along the wall, he moved as quietly as he could up the dark corridor, clutching his gun tightly. Mike had always been a self proclaimed coward. He never watched horror movies because of scenes just like the one he now found himself in. Still, he thought, at least he had a bloody great big machine gun to defend himself.
He moved on, meeting no opposition, seeing no one, hearing nothing.
It was bloody unnerving.
Eventually he reached a junction he thought he recognised. This was where his initial guide had stopped and mentioned something about the works going on in the main classroom area. She had waved up ahead whilst saying this, and then they'd turned left.
Mike turned left, down a long passageway. A single light flickered ahead of him, creating a sole spot of illumination.
There was a noise. He stopped and swung his gun around wildly, trying to locate the source.
“Welcome back to The Holy Mother Synthia’s Puritanical Boarding School for Young Girls, (aged eight to sixteen) Mr. Strobowsky, if that is your name.”
Emerging from the dark beyond the illumination, like some kind of land shark, was the head nun. Mike couldn't remember what she was called.
“Hi,” he said, weakly. “I'm here for the girl. Cooperate and no one needs get hurt.”
“Oh Mr. Strobowsky, we here at The Holy Mother Synthia’s Puritanical Boarding School for Young Girls, (aged eight to sixteen) like hurt. Pain and suffering is part of our religion, which, if your story was true, you would know.”
She took another step forward, and Mike saw she was carrying her whip.
“So, if you just drop that ludicrous gun, I promise to keep you alive for a relatively short time, as a favour.”
“How is that a favour?” Mike said, sweating and retreating a step.
“Because otherwise, I shall keep you alive for a long time. Oh, did I mention that you will be in excruciating pain? How forgetful of me. If it's any consolation, your – eventual – death will be of great educational value to the students. I plan on showing them some of the more radical, methods. Methods that are extreme, even for us. You should be honoured really.”
“That's far enough!” Mike shouted, as she glided forward another step. “I mean it! I'll take you down with this easy!” He waved his gun.
“Well then. Shall we even the odds?”
The shadows on either side of the Mother Superior seemed to expand, and suddenly Mike was facing half a dozen battle nuns, all wielding sharp implements.
There was a short moment as the two sides eyed each other, and then the nuns charged.
Mike opened fire, concentrating on the lead nun, who was a giantess of a thing, truly more horrific than anything he'd seen on Lord of the Rings.
The bullets hit home, stitching holes of red up her front. She screamed in anger and kept going, only stopping when Mike aimed higher and blew her head off like a ripe tomato.
She was only the first though, and he had to back-pedal, firing madly all the while, as the others kept coming. One went down, then another, as he switched to firing at their legs, which meant they had to crawl, slowing their progress. Even so, it was a close thing, and he was back at the junction before the last of them fell to the floor. Panting hard, Mike made sure she was down for good before he stopped firing.
Through the smoke from his weapon he could see the bodies scattered on the floor, some groaning and twitching slightly.
But where was...
There was a snap, and something wrapped itself around the barrel of his gun and pulled sharply, yanking it from his grasp.
Spinning around, he found himself face to face with Mother Superior, who had obviously done a flanking manoeuvre whilst he was distracted.
With a flip of the whip his weapon was sent clattering off into the dark.
“Now, that's more like it,” she said. There was another crack, and a sharp pain across his face as she flipped the whip again.
“Ahh!” Mike screamed.
“Do you think that hurt?” Mother Superior asked. Another twitch and another crack, another streak of blood along Mike's chest. “This is nothing. Nothing at all. When you're strapped up in front of my girls, being slowly castrated, you'll look back at this pain and long for it. You'll think how delightful it was, compared to what you'll be enduring then.”
Mike, attempting to judge when the next attack would come, tried leaping to one side, but the bitch was simply too good. The whip lashed out again, wrapping itself painfully around his ankle and bringing him down to the floor with a thud.
“Now, whatever your name is. You're mine.”
>>> Okay then! So, assuming this is the latest episode on here, this is where I've written up to. Hence new chapters will be a *bit* slower arriving from this point.
If anyone has any suggestions for how he can get out of this jam, I'm all ears!
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