Saturday 26 August 2017

The Night of the Zealot - The Midnight Masks

With no time to settle they were rushed off to the center of Arkham. Lita had 'something' important to do - from the way the boys were studying her backside Daisy hoped it was pebble-dashing based.  Something felt vaguely wrong about randomly kidnapping and killing several of the towns most prominent citizens but what the hell. She looked to the men to see how they intended going about things.


"Okay, Mrs Chandler"

"definitely a Miss"

"stated they are recognisable by masks, therefore they need to buy them somewhere how about we start by looking for sources for these masks?"

"what, deer, you want to  us to stake out deer in case some psycho kills them for their heads?", Roland responded trying, and failing, to look intelligent

"…that would be a wonderful idea if we had a few months. How about"

"the graveyard and the morgue", Skids was to the point

"are the dead center of town", Daisy tittered at one of her favourite jokes, "people are DYING to get in?"

Skids processing a non-joke

The silence drew out as Skids and Roland attempted to process levity in a situation of extreme stress and failed.

"the ghouls are eating bodies right? Since vast numbers of alive people aren't turning into dead people", Skids continued

"yet", Roland helpfully interjected

"so they are getting the bodies from somewhere and both those locations could provide easy ways to access said items"

Daisy decided to ignore the fact Skids has used the vocabulary 'said items' and the even more astounding use of valid logical deduction to run with a reasonable plan.

"That…seems correct. Good idea? Whose that?"

A man in a KKK type cowl had strode into the square and started to declaim. Roland shot him.

"Let's hope he wasn't rehearsing a play"

The group split to try and gather information which was remarkably easy to find. One of Daisy's fellow librarians had noticed a university Professor withdrawing several books on cultist behaviour and worse. Not returning them on time. A sure sign of a warped individual. The local undertaker had been seen digging tunnels all over the graveyard for no discernible reason and a mutant had been locked up at the asylum for eating people. Finally the owner of a rubbishly named shop the 'curiositie shoppe' (Daisyhad to be physically prevented from re-writing the shop sign) had noticed much interested from the wealthy art collector Victoria Devereux in several skull masks. After joining to collate their information (and to execute the odd weirdo in a mask - several seemed to be about) they set out their further plan.

Daisy is a class above any red haired tarts

Daisy announced she would confront the Professor and the Collector. Neither sounded particularly 'violent' and she knew she could talk the language of books and collections intimately plus was dressed impeccably whereas Skids and Roland weren't. Skids decided to visit the hospital (St Mary's) especially once he discovered the mortician was apparently a bit of a hotty. Daisy frowned at this but at least Lita appeared to have disappeared so the boys were less inclined to dribble. Roland felt a big strapping man was needed to deal with the undertaker and the mutant so with all their tasks set they were about to turn to go when they suddenly noticed a man wearing an animal mask silhouetted against an exit and that he was carrying a meat cleaver which made it an original look. The three companions stopped and stared.  Roland slowly pulled his gun out sighted and fired. It hit the man in the chest and he laughed. The three looked at each other and then back at the man.

"Well, time for me to pop down the University!", Daisysmiled cheerfully and ran off in the other direction.

The man reacted to this and charged forward and a bloody fight so ensured. He seemed to have an extremely large capacity at soaking up damage and when two more of the kkk dressed cultists arrived Skids started to worry if they had bitten off more than they could chew. That made him hungry so letting Roland distract the combatants by being a nice big target he slipped sideways and reached into his greatcoat pocket for a nice sandwich. Unfortunately he had already eaten it and forgotten and instead drew out a stick of dynamite. He looked at it then at the scene before him lit it said 'f**ck it* and chucked it forward. The explosion was colossal both minor cultists were wiped out instantly leaving bloody smears across the pavement. The hunter staggered but was obviously showing signs of wearing down. Both Roland and Skids were also hurt but not crippled.  Roland staggered over, 'give us some warning next time. I've just heard on the local police radio - another cultist is at the asylum - one of the leaders. Tell you what you deal with him and I'll go get the  mutant and wipe this other as well' He then ran off before he could be argued with.

oops out of ammo

Skids would have been irritated but he had no time to consider as the Hunter waded in cleaver flying. "Oh my God look at the rack on that!", he shouted saying the only thing that would have distracted him. Fortunately it appeared to work as the hunter peered behind him giving Skids just enough time to stab him in the neck from behind.  "YES" he yelled fist in the air then realised that not only was he on his own but that he was surrounded by corpses holding a bloody knife. Creeping back he turned and left at a sprint for the hospital.

An hour or so later they all rendezvoused their missions had been surprisingly easy Skids had assisted the lovely mortician in escaping the cultists clutches and Daisy had persuaded the Professor that the cult was not a harmless practical experiment in local colour and the Collector that the authorities were closing in. Roland had beaten the mutant  and at 11:30 this meant. Daisy looked round, " hold on who was dealing with the undertaker?"

Skids looked sharply at Roland.

Daisy cursed. Neither boy looked up to much though the attempt had to be made. Roland set off at a run but the sight of the graveyard proved too much for his fragile mental health and he collapsed in a heap crying again. Skids though was exceptional getting both too the graveyard whilst evading a head cultist on the way. They left fast just before the clock reached twelve they had succeeded and no thanks to that tart Lita who had failed to turn up all evening. Probably couldn’t decide which skimpy outfit to wear Daisy decided.

how Skids imagined Lita in his head

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