Posted at 3:46 am on May 16, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
Gonna bash 'em right the fuck in!
It was late afternoon by the time they reached the tree-lined road leading to Camp Green Lake. It'd taken them over an hour to find the coordinates and pack their equipment and the drive to the camp took another three hours. Deadblood rolled down his window as Sheri eased the car further down the road. He expected to hear the screams of children and camp counselors, maybe the occasional insane laugh from Red Spyder.
"What the fuck is this?" Sheri asked as she brought the car to a stop. "Camp doesn't begin until next month! Are you sure this is the correct Camp Green Lake?"
DB turned his head to away from the woods to look at the closed gate ahead of them, a sign attached to the front, and said, "There were a couple other Camp Green Lakes, but this has to be it! Those were on the other side of the country!"
DB got out of the car, LAD 18000 not out, but his hand was on the grip. Approaching the gate, he examined it only briefly before realizing it was unlocked. The padlock was busted, laying in the grass to the side of the road. Pushing open the gate, he returned to the car.
"He's here," DB said. "Let's park the car and then walk further in. With no one else here, there's really no telling what the fuck he has planned."
Sheri parked just inside the gate and they started taking what they wanted from the trunk. While there was no doubt about the LAD's power and the extreme damage it could cause, they'd not forgotten Wang's warning about the weapon overheating. It seemed safe to bring along their other, now inferior weapons, just in case, including Deadblood's katana and grapple gun. As usual, Sheri was far less concerned about carrying guns than he was, especially as her telekinesis only seemed to grow stronger and more controlled.
They walked for a while along the road before coming to the first of the camp's structures. One was the archery range and the other was possibly an arts and crafts building, a mural painted on the outside. Then they passed multiple cabins for campers to stay in before seeing in the distance what appeared to be the dining hall, Green Lake itself behind that.
"Keep an eye out," DB said as they slowly, cautiously approached the dining hall. "Red could be hiding anywhere, including the woods."
Sheri looked around somewhat nervously when she heard a branch snap, expecting Red to come charging out of the woods with his chainsaw. He didn't though and there was no other sign of him beyond the smashed lock at the gate.
"I am the crusher of your souls and the devourer of your hearts!" Red said suddenly, stepping out of hiding on the roof of the mess hall. Behind him, the two cyborgs also stepped forward, CA-0024 and CA-0025, the latter's left arm ending with a stump caked with dark, dried blood. "You've come here looking for death and you've found him!"
"Blah, blah, blah!" Sheri said, having heard enough. "You sure do run your fucking mouth a lot for a murdering psychopath! How about you come down here and we'll stomp your ass back into the hole you slithered out of!"
"Before your release your final breaths, you will understand exactly why I am the Guardian of Wickedness!" Red said, seemingly ignoring Sheri's words, his insanity at an all time high.
Red proved this by lifting something in his hands. It took DB and Sheri a moment to realize that he was holding a lamb by its front and hind legs, the small, white-wooled creature thrashing helplessly in his grasp. They could hear it crying out as he raised it above his head and then there was a sickening pop as he tore it in half. Sheri had to divert her eyes from the carnage, but it did nothing to stop her from hearing the lamb's shrieks of terror.
Holding the two grisly halves of the lamb over his head, Red let its blood drip down onto his face and into his open mouth. The sun beginning to set directly behind him gave him the appearance of someone rising from the fires of hell.
"The blood of the innocent tastes so fine! I wonder how YOUR blood will taste, Deadblood and Sheri!" he said before dropping the lifeless lamb to the ground in front of the dining hall and this seemed to cause two unexpected events.
First, CA-0024, the cyborg with both hands still in tact, drew a garrote wire from one wrist and wrapped it tightly around Red's neck. Much like the lamb he just slaughtered, Red started struggling, but as strong as he was, the cyborg proved to be stronger, forcing the wire to cut through his neck until he was decapitated. The Guardian of Wickedness' head rolled off of the roof and the cyborgs let the rest of his body follow, blood spurting from the neck as it fell before landing on the ground near the lamb's body.
And from the camp's various buildings emerged more cyborgs, at least two dozen more. Far more than Deadblood and Sheri had expected to encounter that day.
