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Well here you all go intro to chapter 4 could some one archive this and sticky bomb it thanks

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Warning this is a nasty fic so if your easly offended or gorssed out then you realy don't want to read this fic.
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Humanty's Last Stand




*Fuck I have got to relax!* Mike Duahiski thought to himself as he looked out
the greasy window of his room in a low class roach motel. Off in the distance
there was the wail of a police car's siren.

*Knock knock*

"Come in," Mike said towards the creaky wooden door as he put his hand under his
leather jacket on the butt of his 9mm Glock, just in case.

The door opened and a slender oriental hooker stood there in a low cut black
leather vest, a very tight looking leather skirt and black high heels. "About
time you got here," Mike said to her as she sauntered in with a sexy swing of
her hips, shutting the door behind her.

"Sorry but there was no number on any of the doors and I had to knock on just
about every door to find you handsome." She stood before Mike, her pouty lips
jutting out slightly as she arched her back so that her trick could get a good
look at her fair sized tits.

Mike licked his lips as he imagined her tits being crushed to the flea infested
bed as he reamed her ass with his cock, but first he wanted some oral loving.

"So what do you want?" she asked.

Mike said down on the edge of the ratty bed that let out a slightly tortured
creek as his weight compressed the rusty springs within the mattress. He looked
down between his legs. The hooker walked over and knelt in front of Mike's open
legs. She began to undo the zipper of his dirty and slightly ripped blue jeans.

The hooker fished Mike's dirty and slightly sore covered cock out of his stained
briefs. "You could have at lest taken a shower," she scoffed as she began to
slowly jerk the fleshy worm that started to grow with each of her well practiced
strokes.

"I would have but the shower is busted, besides I like it this way and I'm sure
that having you clean my cock will be much more better then a shower would be."
Mike put a hand to the back of the hooker's head and brought her lips to the tip
of his cock.

As you can guess Mike is the living embodiment of a dirty fucker.

The hooker opened her lips and slowly took all four inches of Mike filthy
manhood into her mouth. She began to run her tongue along the bottom of its
shaft as her trick began to slowly push her head down and pull it back up by a
handful of hair. She endured the dirty job in silence.

After a few more momentsm the hooker felt her trick's ball lift a bit as she
played with them hoping to get him off as fast as she could and drank down his
load as he shot off in her mouth.

The hooker looked up at him as she pulled her mouth off of his flaccid shaft and
asked if there was anything else he wanted.

Mike pulled out a long dark and slender glass jar and told the whore to get up
on the bed and undress as he opened up the glass jar. He was going to need a
quick fix, otherwise he would not be able to ravage her well used ass.

Once the hooker was striped down to her skin, Mike told her to get on all fours.
When the bitch was finally on her hands and knees, he tilted the glass jar and
poured a line of white powder down her boney back. He put the jar on the rickety
nightstand and began to jerk himself off as he snorted the coke off her back in
one loud weezing sniff.

With in a few minutes of the coke hitting Mike's drug ravaged brain, he felt his
diseased dick starting to harden. He gave it a few quick tugs before clamping
his hand around the base and slamming into the ditch pig's ass. She let out a
slight grunt of discomforted as her ass was invaded. She was half tempted to
find a book to read as her trick was fucking her as but that would not be a good
idea. Instead, she did her job and shouted half heartedly "Oh ya that's it!
Harder harder you big stud!" and the like.

After about ten minutes, Mike knew he was close and began shouting at the top of
his lungs "WHO'S YOUR DADDY! WHO'S YOUR DADDY BITCH!" as he rammed himself deep
into the hooker. He blasted off as his spunk rocketed into the whore's ass a few
seconds later and collapsed onto her boney back.

Mike started to moan as he felt something wet around his surprisingly hard cock.
It took him a few seconds to realize that the bitch was ridding him.
"There, there my handsome stud you just lay there and me take care of
everything," he heard her say in a honeyed voice.

"Oh yaaa, that's it babe ride the tower of powerrrroooooooOH SHIT!" Mike started
screaming as he opened his eyes and nearly died of sheer terror.

After first he thought that he had gotten a bad batch of coke as he looked at
the face of the monster that was hovering over him. The things eyes where no
long those of a asian woman, but were wide open and the eye balls were blood red
cat's eyes that where looking right into his fearful soul. The lovely mouth that
had pleasured him was twisted into a terrifying snarl to reveal fangs, much like
those of a wolf that glistened with a slimey film and a few drops of his cum.

The thing's tits had grown to the size of rotting watermelon, the nipples more
like the tentacles of an octopus. On the ends of there was a leech like mouth
that open and closed hungrily as they hovered but a few millimeters above his
boney chest, eager to rip into his flesh and devour his blood.

Mike then felt something scratch his cock and began to slowly look down past the
monster's tits, Try as he might to stop himself from looking, he found that he
could not.

Most men would have lost there hard-ons within moments of seeing such a horrific
sight, however due to the coke that he had snorted, he was still hard even as he
saw that the thing's pussy lips starting to lower down around his cock like the
way a slug extends it's foot. Around the horror's pussy lips were a line of
needle like teeth that scrabbled over the flesh of his no longer happy hard on
like the way the legs of a millepede sweep over a hard surface as it moved.

"Where is the item?" the thing hissed above Mike who looked up in time to see a
dark metallic blue snake tongue. The forked ends where covered with wickedly
grooved barbs. It flickered out of the monster's fanged mouth as it spoke in a
sweet purring whisper. A few drops of clear slime landed on Mike's chest and
began to burn like fire for a few seconds causing Mike to gasp in pain.

"I-D-D-D-D," Mike blubbered as his drug cooked brain misfired to his misfortune.
He felt a slight stabbing pain in his cock. Looking down, he saw the creature's
toothy pussy lips fold around his cock like the way the leaves of a venus fly
trap fold over a doomed bug. The needle like teeth cruelly bit into the flesh of
his manhood. With a slow muscular contraction the things's pussy lips began to
retract into its oozing pussy that was dripping a bright puke green slime,
tearing bloody gashes into Mike's cock as it shaved off a layer of skin. The
oozing pussy juices washed over the raw wound and burned like a mixture of fresh
lemon juice and rock salt being slowly poured into a deep cut.

Mike let out such a hideously agonized scream that a few of the other guests in
the other rooms began to pound on the clapboard walls, shouting for him to pipe
down. They were oblivious to the horror show that was transpiring in the room
next to them.

"For the last time where is the item?" the thing asked as it's pussy lips wormed
there way back down Mike slightly mangled cock. The needle like teeth slowly
scratched the base of his cock once more sending daggers of fiery pain lancing
thoughout Mike's body. Its horrficly erotic voice filled Mike's terrified mind
with a madding lust.

"I-I-I-don't know I-I-I-D-D-O-O-O-N-N-T-T- have it," Mike stammered. The monster
let out a sweet hissing sound, much that of a woman who is fast approaching to
point of cumming her brains out as her pussy is being mercilessly fucked by the
long hard cock of her lover.

Mike's body began to thrash on the bed as the thing's pussy slowly skinned
another layer off of his bleeding cock, much like someone peeling an orange. The
obscenely loud sound of creeking bed springs mixed with Mike's unknowable agony
riddled scream brought a flurry of even louder pounding on the walls and dire
threats if they did not keep it quite in there.

"MMMM your cock is sooooo tasty," the thing murmured as it began to writhe in
hellish ecstasy. There was a wet slobbering sound from its pussy as the shaved
flesh from Mike's cock was consumed. "Now lover boy, where is the item. Tell me
and this will all end." The monster wispiered into Mike's left ear as it lowered
down to his chest. The horror's nipples latched on to Mike's nipples and began
to twist them much like the way clothes get twisted around in a washing machine.
The hungry mouths began to rip Mike's nipples into blood chunks of tasty meat.
They eagerly scarffed it down as its snake like tongue tickled Mike's left ear
lobe, coating it in that fiery slime that burnt like a red hot branding iron had
been cruelly pressed to it.

"I-I-I--S-S-S-S-O-O-O-L-L-L-D-D-D-it," Mike rasped in torment as his body start
to twitch, he saw the thing's eyes narrow into sexy, hateful slits as it's
monstrous pussy traveled down Mike's skinned cock. Before the thing could
continue to make a not so happy meal out of Mike's manhood, Mike blurted out
that he did not remember who he had sold the item to before he mercifully passed
out.

The monster whipped it serpentine tongue into Mike's forehead, drilling though
the skin, bringing Mike out of his nightmare and back to the even greater horror
that he had briefly escaped from with a soul rending shriek. Its tongue rested
on the top of Mike's skull and began to psionicly probe Mike's drug cooked and
terror fused brin for the answers it sought. Once the thing had the answers it
wanted, it withdrew its inhuman tongue and sucked Mike's blood off as it rolled
it around in its fang filled maw.

"It's been fun, stud boy, but I have places to go and other tricks to turn, so
how about one last kiss?" The monster spoke in such a sexy, alluring voice that
Mike began to shake, but before he could say or do a thing, the monster impaled
itself on Mike's tortured cock as it shot it's tongue down Mike's throat. Mike
cummed his terrified brains out and it took its own cruel pleasure from Mike's
body as it's own juices spewed from it's tongue and into Mike's stomach.

Then monster slowly began to rise off of Mike's maimed manhood, skinning of one
last layer of yummy cock meat to snack upon as Mike's body was cooked from the
inside out by cold blue fire that filled the sweat, sex and terror filled air of
the room with a scent of frying meat as the thing changed back into it's human
from, got dressed and left. Soon it would have the item back and the world would
tremble in terror.



Chapter 1

Kalei Steiner finished stripping off her clothes and put them in her locker. She
wrapped a towel around her slender and well defined body.

Kalei saw that she was the only one in the woman's shower room of the FBI's
Paranormal Investigations Division, or PID, base that was completely underground
and about a mile and a half from the FBI's main H.Q. She put her towel on the
metal bar outside of the partitioned shower stall and turned the water on.

*Mmm, that's so nice,* Kalei thought to herself as she stood under the torrent
of hot water. It started to help her tied body relax as she began to rub a bar
of Irish Spring soap into a large white fuzzy face cloth.

She had just finished her first mission for the FBI/PID, only having graduated a
week ago from the rigorous training program that would allow her to join the
PID. Her first case had been to hunt down what appeared to be a band of
maraudering vampires in the lower slums of NYC who always left a ghastly trail
of bodies in there wake.

However, it turned out that the *vampires* were really nothing more then a bunch
of teens that had done way too many drugs and had watched far to many vampire
flicks. They had gotten into the vampire sub culture a little to heavily.

Kalei had a wistful smile on her face as she began to scrub the back of her
graceful neck. She recalled what her section chef had told her about the PID
after the case.

"Ninety-nine percent of our case are not supernatural but they are unusual
enough to warrant our intervention in dealing with them instead of leaving them
to the normal police and or FBI forces," Director Ralph Wiggum told her after
she and her partner had given him their report on the case. "However, it's the
one percent that you have to watch out for. From time to time we *do* encounter
things that are not of this mortal realm."

Kalei let out a small chuckle as she lathered the face cloth and began to scrub
her near D cup size breasts. She and her partner had found the nest of
*vampires* hiding out in a disused section of New York's sewer system. Needless
to say, she was in a dire need of a good shower as the look on Wiggum's face
told her during the debriefing.

As Kalei's hands brushed over her nipples, she let out a slight gasp as a flash
of white light and the sounds of strange voices that played out in her mind. For
a few seconds after it was over, she was left feeling incredibly horny.

She cupped one of her tits and began to kneed it as her other hand with the face
cloth glided over her slender and slightly muscular belly towards the well
trimmed hedge of auburn pubic hair that surrounded her secret garden of delight.
Her green eye narrowed into slits, a combination of stinging hot water and her
motion of her hands, sending an arc of pleasure up her spine.

Alas, before things could get really steamy in the shower stall, there was a
loud knock on the shower room door. "Agent Steiner are you in there?" a deep
voice called out to her.

"Yes, I'm here. What do you want?" Agent Nathan Rodgers heard her reply from
within the shower room and smiled to himself at the slightly frustrated tone in
agent Steiner's voice.

"Get cleaned up and get your shit wired together we have a case," he called back
into the shower room. "I'll met you out in the motor pool."

"Damm it!" Kalei muttered to herself as her body cried out for the relief that
was not going to be had anytime soon and hurried to finish her shower.

"I'm so going to kill someone for this." She made her way to the motor pool as
other agents filed passed her, going about their tasks.

"About time you got here," Nathan said with a slight smile on his face. He
walked over to the driver's side door of the black tricked out Ford Talon and
got in. Kalei jumped into the passenger's side and the two drove out of the
FBI/PID base via an underground tunnel that was disguised as old concrete sewer
drainage pipe.

"So, where are we going?" Kalei asked as she pulled up the collar of her black
trench coat as it began to rain.

Nathan watched her out of the corner of his eye and reached over to nudge the
car's heater up a few notches. "We're going to South Park Colorado," he told her
as he flipped on the windshield wipers. The rain started to come down really
hard, making visibility almost nil.

"Why are we going there?" She listened to the driving rain tapping a ferocious
tattoo on the roof of there car.

"There has been an unusual murder that may require our attention." He squinted
though the rain slicked windshield so he could see where he was going. Before
Kalei could ask her partner for more details, Nathan's cell phone began to ring.

He pulled over to the side of the road and took his cell phone out of his
pocket. There was no way her was going to risk his and Kalei's life by trying to
talk on the phone and drive at the same time in this stormy weather. " Agent
Rodgers here."

"This is director Wiggum. You will be met by two agents of the CCPI and will
work with them on this case. They will have more info for you about the case and
will meet you at the murder scene half an hour after you and agent Steiner
arrive." Kalei half listened as she saw Nathan's eyes darken slightly.

"Once there, you and agent Steiner are secure the murder scene. Hopefully the
local police have not contaminated the crime scene." Nathan looked out of the
corner of his eyes to see the puzzled look on Kalei's face. "Oh and one more
thing, be very careful out there. From the info I got from the CCPI, this is
going to be a really tough case."

Nathan hung up his cell phone after the line went dead. His dark and
apprehensive look became more so as he reached to start the car.

"Agent Rodgers, what was all that about and what is the CCPI?" Kalei asked as
they resumed their drive to South Park.

"The CCPI or the Canadian Center for Paranormal Incursions is much like our PID.
They deal more with the supernatural than we do, while we mostly deal with
aliens and our more modern day monsters, such a mutants and other kinds of
oddities that do not belong in the natural world, including the occasional
vampire or two. The CCPI deal with more with ghosts, demons and other left over
horrors from ages gone by."

Kalei was about to make a small joke to help ease the sudden tension she was
feeling in her heart, but stopped when she saw the odd look of smoldering anger
and sorrow in Nathan's stormy blue eyes.

The two FBI agents drove on towards South Park, not knowing the dark tide poised
above them was ready to crash down on them, nor could they even begin to
conceive how radically there lives where going to change within the next few
days.


Chapter 2

As agents Rodgers and Steiner drove into South Park, Colorado, the rain had
stopped. But, the dark storm clouds still remained in the chilly air, casting a
dark and slightly depressing feeling around the town.

Agent Steiner stopped the car in front of the local police station and looked
over at Nathan, who was taking a quick nap in the passenger's seat. After about
three hours of driving, they had switched drivers and continued on. Nathan
thought it would be a good idea to get some rest and told her to wake him when
they had reached town.

As Kalei was reaching over to wake her partner, she saw him squirm around in the
seat. He was muttering something that she could not make out, as if in the grips
of a nightmare. "Hey Nathan, we're here," she said softly. Are you ok? " She
gently shook him on the shoulder watching as his eye's snapped open. For a split
second she could see a look of deep sorrow with a hint of horror as he took a
second to get his bearings.

"Yes, I'm ok. Just having a really screwy dream ." Nathan put his fedora on his
head and flipped a set of black shades over his eyes to hide the darkness
within.

Kalei watched as her partner opened the glove box of the car and pulled out what
looked to be an oversized .44 desert eagle auto pistol. "What the hell is that?
" she asked as he slapped a long clip into the pistol and jacked a round into
it.

"One thing your going to learn about this job is that you can never have enough
firepower rookie."

Kalei was more then a bit miffed at that. Sure this was her second case in the
PID, but that did not mean she was a complete ditz about things. She checked her
own side arm, a Glock 98 that had a full auto fire mode, an under the barrel
laser sight and had a chamber for 10mm rounds. "Look this may only be my second
case but that does not mean you have to use the kid gloves with me ok?" She
tucked the glock back into the holster under her left arm.

Nathan looked over at hier for a moment. He could see that she had a clam look
on her lovely face and a dammed and determined look in her eyes. "I hope your
right on that because if you hump the bunk on one of these missions, you are not
going to live to regret screwing up if your lucky. One last thing to keep in
mind, it's not just your ass on the line by mine and quite possibly a whole lot
of other people's asses as well, so no fucking around. We do this by the book,
understand?"

*What a fucking prick!* she thought to herself as they got out of the car and
began to walk towards the police station. That's when she knew that this was
going to be a bad mission as a chill raced up her spine.

Fifteen minutes after they had checked in with the S.P.P., Nathan and Kalei
where taken to the crime scene by a very reluctant police sargent who was none
to happy about having the FBI shitting in his back yard. He even said as much.
"Look, I don't why the chief called you F.B.I. agents in on this. After all the
dumb son of bitch burnt up while he was smoking in bed." The police sargent
spoke in such a dreadful back water hick voice that it made the skin of the of
the F.B.I. agents crawl like a swarm of army ants.

"However, since you're here, why don't I show you around town after you're done
here?" the police sargent said to Kalei as he flashed her a smile that made his
snaggled-toothed buck teeth stand out all the more as he gave her the once over.

"I don't think so. Let's just get to the matter at hand." Kalei spoke to the
police sargent in an exasperated voice. Not only had the verbal chewing out that
her partner had given her put her in a black mood, but she was still feeling the
lingering after pangs from the outburst of lust she had experienced in the
shower room. The cold, damp air certainly did nothing to improve her
disposition.

When the three of them walked into the cordoned off room of the sleazy hotel and
saw the victim in the bed, both Nathan and Kalei's faith in the South Park
police department sunk to a new all time low. It was clear to both the FBI
agents that from unburnt clothes on the victim proved that who ever he was, he
had not died from smoking in bed. They where able to determine the gender of the
victim from the brunt cock that was standing straight up like the stump of a
fallen tree after a forest fire from within his dirty paints.

"Wait outside," Nathan told the police sargent who was leering as his partner's
ass as she walked towards the dead man. She fought down the urge to puke from
the smell of burnt flesh, sweat and stale sex that hung in the air of the scum
pit of a hotel room like a deadly chemical weapon.

Kalei shuddered slightly as she watched the fleas, bedbugs and other assorted
vermin scuttle away from the burnt body that they had been feasting upon. *I
hate bugs!* Kalei thought with a shiver as she took a closer look at the body.
She noted a small pool of congealed blood that stained the ratty and unburnt
pillow.

Nathan had been scanning the body with his tricked out shades to see if he could
find anything out of the ordinary when there was a small commotion outside of
the room. "Who are and what is your business here?" the dismissed police sargent
asked.

"We're with the CCPI and we are here on official business. Stand aside and let
us through." Nathan's blood to slowly boil with an intense hatred when he heard
the voice speak. He removed the shades from his eyes not noticing that his
partner was watching him with a slightly alarmed look. She saw the low burning
flames ignite in his eyes.

"Hey you can't go in there!" the police sargent said a split second before the
door to the room opened to reveal a very tall man that stood at lest six feet,
nine inches to seven feet, four inches tall.

Nathan and took a quick look at the man and off the top of his head estimated
that he weighed about 120 to 210 pounds, tops. But, the long black trench coat
that seemed to merge with the thin looking black turtle neck sweater and black
combat pants made it difficult to make an accurate assessment of the man's
weight.

Kalei felt her eyes just about pop out of her skull as she took a good look at
the man who had walked into the crime scene. She saw he had long stark white
hair that was tied off at the base of his skull with a simple leather strip that
reached down the middle of his back. The sound of his heavy black combat boots
echoed in the silent air of the room as he walked past her.

What had really unnerved the two FBI agents was the man's light smokey gray
eyes. The blank look told them that this guy was not out to lunch, but in an
entirely different galaxy.

Anders Russell was in a very rotten mood. He had been taking a refreshing dip in
his pool at his luxuriant home in Sydney, Australia when he got a call from the
CCPI telling him that they needed him for a job. He just about turned it down,
but ever since he lost his wife and son and their unborn daughter in a fiery car
crash a few years ago, he had been laying low and jacking the stock market at
his leisure to try and forget his loss. He had been getting restless lately and
decided why the hell not. He took the job with the CCPI. It was not the first
time he had taken jobs for various world governments after he had quit his job
as a government diplomatic analyst/consultant.

But after he met Lisa, he decided to quit his job with the government and go
into semi retirement, only taking a job when he was most absolutely needed. In
order to see to his new family needs, he had been playing dirty pool in the
stock market.

Then the case came that had caused the death of his wife and children. After
that mess was dealt with, he told all his contacts that he was retired from the
wet works and dirty tricks game.

Once he got to the CCPI's main head quarters, he looked over the details of case
and was none to happy to find that he would be working with a partner. He took
the case anyway as he fought off the major jet lag that was giving him no end of
grief.

Anders had never feared another human being in his life, but all that changed
when he met his partner. After talking with him, he thought two things. Namely,
where the hell had the CCPI dug up this freak show and how the hell could he get
off of this case. But for reasons he could not explain to himself, he decided to
tough it out and get this case dealt with.


"What the fuck are you doing here? Nathan snarled as he fought down the urge to
pull out his side arm and blast Anders into the ground. At the sound of his
voice, Kalei looked away from the strange man who had entered the crime scene
and looked over to the new man with the police sargent in tow. Noticing the
sudden tension in the air, she watched as her partner and this new guy stared at
each other, wishing nothing more than to kill the other man before them.

"It's been a long time Nathan," Anders said to one of his most hated enemies.
"Not long enough though. Had I known that you would be on this case, I would not
have taken it." His voice so cold that it made liquid nitrogen look like
boiling lava as he to fought the urge to kill Nathan.

For a frozen moment in time, no one moved or said a word. Each lost in their own
dark thoughts.

"Will some one kindly tell me what the hell is going on around here?" The police
sargent broke the near lethal silence in the room. He gulped nervously as three
sets of eyes turned their gaze towards him.

"I thought I told you to leave this crime scene!" Nathan snarled at the man.

The police sargent was at his wits end with being pushed around by these FBI
agents and what not, but the moment he started to open his mouth to rase a fuss
about the matter, they all heard a soft wispiering voice. A commanding voice
went right to the core of there beings. "Leve this place and do not return until
you are told to. Now GO!"

The two FBI agents and the second CCPI agent turned to see the tall man with the
trippy eyes looking at the police sargent, but seemingly looking past him as he
pointed a finger at the man. The hand was covered by a full length black leather
glove. For a moment, the police sargent stood there slack jawed as a thin thread
of spittle dripped from his mouth. He turned jerkily and walked out of the room.

"Don't forget to close the door on the way out," the strange man said, barely
moving his near bloodless lips. Anders, Kalei and Nathan watched as the police
sargent's nose began to bleed a bit as he pulled the door shut, walking out of
the room.

*What the fuck was that shit?* the three thought as they watched. The strange
man starting to reach under his trench coat to reveal what looked to be a Mac-10
uzi hanging by a black leather strap over his left shoulder. He pulled out a
short hafted double bladed battle axe with jet black blades and strange looking
rune-like glyphs colored a deep purple amethyst that bisected a human skull. The
skull had large multifaceted black diamonds in its eye sockets on ether side of
the black blades. The wooden haft was of a dark wood that was bound in leather
straps. On the end of the shaft was a foot long curving spike that looked to be
made out of thick copper.


"Who the hell are you two?" Kalei asked the strange man who was slowly lifting
the battle axe to his face while muttering something under his breath. Seeing
that she was not going to get an answer from the strange man, she looked at the
other one who had came in after him.

Anders tore his gaze away from his freaky partner and looked at the young woman
whom he assumed was Nathan's partner. "I'm Anders Russell, special field agent
for the CCPI and that is my partner Agent Dreadwood of the CCPI. And you are?"

"I'm FBI/PID agent Steiner and I take it you already know my partner Agent
Rodgers." Kalei tried to figure just what they hell was her partner's problem
with agent Russell

"We've met," Nathan grumbled as his burning hatred for Anders began to creep
back up on him.

"I must have silence!" The whispery, iron hard voice of agent Dreadwood echoed
thoughout the crime scene. Before Anders could say a word in retaliation to
Nathan's attitude, the three looked over to Dreadwood. Any words that they had
to say died as their eyes grew wide with shock. They saw what looked to be a
thick bolt of black lighting shooting out from agent Dreadwood's eyes and into
the back of the human skull on the battle axe. From the black diamonds in the
eye sockets of the skull, a pale black light was playing over the body in the
bed. For a split second, they could see the pale green outline of something over
the dead body, much like the way the invisible monster from the movie Forbidden
Planet had been when it was made visible. Then it was gone and agent Dreadwood
slowly knelt to the floor on one knee. His breath was labored as a thin sheen of
sweat dripped from his deeply troubled brow.

The three of them stood rooted to the spot where they where standing, watching
as agent Dreadwood slowly got to his feet. Their minds were unable or unwilling
to accept what they had just seen as agent Dreadwood turned to face them.

"We must hurry, time is running out for us all," agent Dreadwood said to his
partners as he wiped away the trickling sweat from his forehead. He took a few
deep breaths, held them and let them go.

"Who or what are you?" Kalei asked. "And what the fuck was that shit!" Dreadwood
no longer had the out to lunch look in his light smokey gray eyes. It was
replaced with a piercing stare that seemed like it could bore though fifty
metric tons of solid steel. Agent Steiner shivered momentarily.

Dreadwood looked at the three of his partners for a moment and asked if any of
them were a pathologist. When the young lady who called herself agent Steiner
told him that she was, he had a look of what might be considered amusement. He
spoke to her in a voice that was no longer an iron hard whisper, but a deep,
rich and commandingly resonant tone. "When you examine the body, look for signs
of other physical trauma beside thermalidic on and around the desecssed's penis.
Also check for any other kind of trauma on or around the head. For your sake, do
NOT touch the body with your bare flesh, if you value your life."

"You're saying that the body is a biohazard?" Nathan asked as the three of them
took a few steps away from the burnt body. A wave of fear ached up there spines
as visions of their bodies being turned into a pile of steaming goo raced though
there minds.

"It could very well be if I'm right on what had killed this man." Dreadwood
clipped the strange battle axe back on to a loop on his black belt that held a
few small fabric bags and other odds and ends.

"Oh shit you do-" Anders was about to ask his partner if he though that any of
the local police may have come into contact with the body, but Dreadwood beat
him to the punch. "If any of the locals had touched the body, I would have known
about it before we got to the crime scene."

Anders was at his wit's end with his partner. Ever since he had met Dreadwood,
he had been getting the silent treatment. He had finally had enough. "Look fancy
pants, just who the hell are you and how the fuck do you know what we're dealing
with!"

Before Dreadwood could answer his question, he was cut off by Nathan who looked
over at Anders and began to read him the riot act. "Man you are really slipping
up.You're working with a guy and you know nothing about him. What a joke!"

Anders blew a gasket and really began to lay into Nathan. "Eat it, shit head! I
just met this guy yesterday when I took this case, so fuck off!"

Kalei watched as the two men balled their hands into fists. They looked like
they were ready to fly. She saw that agent Russell was a fit looking man,
however it seemed like he had a slight limp in his left leg. She watched as the
two men got ready to hammer on one another.

"ENOUGH OF THIS TOMFOOLERY!" Agent Deadwood's slightly raised voice called out,
demanding to be obeyed. Slowly the three of them turned to face Dreadwood, who
was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. They saw a slight trace
of annoyance in his piercing eyes. "You want to know what we are facing? So be
it. But, you will not like what you are going to find out."

*OH SHIT!* the three of them thought as they waited for agent Dreadwood to drop
the hammer on them.

"We are more than likely dealing with a Succubus or one of the subspecies of
Sccubi," Agent Dreadwood told his partners. "As to how I know about what we are
dealing with, I am the last of my kind." He watched as they exchanged glances of
confusion and fear.


"For I am the last of the Necromancers!"


Agent Dreadwood spoke in his most menacingly commanding voice and watched as the
hair on their heads literally stood on end.

And so the die of fate was cast.




Alexandra Wyrsch brushed a long stroke of forest green paint on the canvas
before her as the haunting strains of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor echoed
thoughout her studio apartment. She set about working on her latest masterpiece,
pausing for a moment to brush aside a locke of her strawberry blonde hair that
fell in front of her bright green eyes, despite the paint stained head band on
her head. Once the hair had been moved, she put her paint brush to her latest
painting, knowing full well that in a few minutes the errant locke would fall
once more. She kept working as she lost herself in her latest burst of creative
energy that had taken her by surprise.

She was so enthralled in her work that she did not hear the doorbell ring. She
kept adding more and more brush strokes to the canvas, each one of them more
frenetic and intense than the last.

The doorbell rang a second and third time unheeded, but on the fourth ring,
Alexandra threw down the brush in frustrated annoyance. "Ok, hold on. I'm
coming, damn it!" She shouted as she marched towards the door, brushing the
errant lock of hair out of the way, muttering under breath that who ever was at
the door had better have a damm good reason for disturbing her.

She opened the door to see a young woman in a UPS outfit holding a large box and
a clipboard under her left arm. "Are you Ms.Wyrsch?" the UPS girl asked. When
Alexandra nodded, the girl told her that she had a package for her and handed
her the box.

"Sign here. the tried looking UPS girl handed the clipboard to Alexandra, who
signed it. She walked into her apartment, shutting the door behind her.

Alexandra put the box on her dinning room table and opened it. After clearing
away the packing foam, she reach in the box and pulled out a mask. A mask she
had found in an back alley curio shop that she had come a cross after taking a
wrong turn from her first art show.

When she first saw the mask, she had been repulsed by it, yet she was unable to
tear her eyes away. Without really realizing what she was doing, she reached out
and picked it up. It felt smooth and cool to her touch. It felt like the mask
was made out of bone, but yet it felt heavier, much like a piece of well carved
fine marble would weigh.

After talking to the small ,stooped over old man who ran the curio shop, she
paid for the mask and had it shipped to her home. When she got home, there was a
message on her answering machine explaining that her package had been misplaced.
She told them that if they did not find her package, head would roll. After a
few hours, she got another call from UPS telling her that they had found her
package and to make up for any inconvenience they where refunding her shipping
fee.

"Lucky for them they did not break you," Alexandra said to the mask with a
wistful smile before setting it on her mantle.



Chapter 3

Alexandra Wyrsch took a sip from her glass of white wine as she mingled with the
other artists and art critics as the fiftieth annual NYC Art Festival was
gearing up into a long and drawn out party.

"Ah, Ms. Wyrsch, I'm glad to have a found you," a voice called out from behind
her.

Alex turned around to see a short, plump balding man with thinning gray hair
with a pleasant smile on his face. Her heart rate started to rise, for she was
looking at Mr. Joucks Daladiair, head curator of the Louve in Paris, France. He
had been looking for her! Needless to say Alex was more then a bit surprised.
"Mr. Daladiar. I'm pleased to meet you. I hope you are enjoying your stay in New
York." She spoke in a pleasant voice as she extended a hand towards the curator
who took it in his own and kissed it.

"Thank you, Ms. Wyrsch. I am enjoying myself. I was hoping I could speak with
you about your latest work." The two of them walked over to Alex's newest
painting and began to talk about it at length. Alex was feeling quite happy with
this turn of events. After all, this could be a meeting that would propel her in
to the history books as one of the leading artists of her time.


Caoimhin Fearghul was enjoying himself as he mingled with the higher ups in the
social food chain looking for his next meal in the herd of humans at the art
show. He was entertaining a few ladies with a tale or two of the many places he
had seen in his long years of traveling around the world. As he looked them over
deciding what one of the lovely and slightly intoxicated ladies he would have
over for a late bite to eat, he spied out of the corner of his eye a tall, fair
figured woman with long strawberry blond hair. She was talking with a short
plump man. Before make a more detailed inspection of the lady, the slightly
drunken woman that he had been buttering up started to nuzzle his neck and
whispered into his ear that she was bored and asked him if he wanted to leave.
Caoimhin felt his guts starting rumble with hunger, as the need to feed grew
stronger with each passing moment. He left the art show arm in arm with his
mobile meal, but he would most definitely keep an eye on the striking woman with
the strawberry locks.



Kalei Steiner felt her breath catch in her chest as she watched her partner and
Agent Russell tag team a woman whose features she could not make out. Slowly,
she slid a hand into her blouse and began to pinch the nipple of her right
breast. She watched Russell slam his hard cock into the shadowy woman's ass as
Rodgers's cock appeared and disappeared deeply into the unidentifiable woman's
mouth. Her pussy became hotter and wetter as she watched the two men have there
way with the odd woman.

"So watching turns you on, does it? " the whispering voice of Agent Dreadwood
said as a pair of large hands came to rest on her shoulders.

Kalei turned around as she pulled her hand out from her blouse to see the
necromancer towering above her. She could see the burning fires of lust in his
light smokey gray eyes. She felt herself being pushed backwards as he slowly
wrapped his arms around her. Leaning upwards, she kissed him as the sounds of
the two other agents cock blocking the unknown woman filled the air around them.

When Kalei felt her back hit a wall, she let go of him and began to tear her
blouse open. Their tongues fought for supremacy, the passionate kiss deepening.
Dreadwood slipped a hand under her skirt and began to grind the heel of his hand
against her clit.

Kalei reached out and began to undo the belt around Dreadwood's waist. Once that
was done, she tore his pants open. She began to rub the fair sized bulge that
had formed inside of Dreadwood's gray boxers. The necromancer to let out a
throaty growl as he rammed two of his leather covered fingers into her eager
pussy as her juices began to flow freely.



*BEEP BEEP*

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Kalei snarled as the sound of her wristwatch woke her from the
sensual dream. It took her a few moments for her to realize where she was.
Damnation! I really need to get some and soon. Otherwise I'm going to go insane!
she thought to herself as she turned off the offending watch. She stood up from
behind the desk of the South Park coroner's office, barely noticing the damp
spot on the wooden chair as she yawned and stretched. Slowly, she walked over to
the burnt body of the if the now identified Mike Duahiski.


It had been a close thing when it came to moving the body because if its
biohazardous nature. Nathan had wanted to call in a PID Hazmat team to secure
the body and transfer it back to one of their labs for a more safe and secure
autopsy. Anders had argued that since Mike was being investigated by the CCPI,
it should taken back to one of their biohazard labs.

As the two agents argued over the matter, Agent Dreadwood had found himself a
corner in the motel room. He sat down and closed his eyes, leaving her to try
and keep Anders and Nathan from killing each other. Just as things where getting
bad, they got worse.

The SPPD Sergeant had overheard some of what the two agents were arguing about,
namely the words biohazard, autopsy and safety. He realized that something very
bad was going on and called the Captain. He after listing to the Sergeant's
sketchy report, called the mayor of South Park, who was having her pipes cleaned
and was none to happy about being interrupted. But once the captain finished
talking, she told him to round up as many police officers and meet her at the
crime scene.

As Kalei was trying to keep the argument between her partner and the CCPI from
boiling over into a full-blown shooting match by acting as moderator between
them, the mayor and about ten police officers entered the room. They demanded to
know just what the hell was going on and who was the man sitting on the floor of
the crime scene.

For a moment, no one spoke. Kalei start to try and explain the situation as best
as she could. Agent Dreadwood opened his eyes, stood up and told them all that
the body was contaminated, but if they followed standard safety protocols there
would be no chance of anyone becoming infected. After a reassuring the mayor
that there was no danger to the town of South Park, he helped his new partner
and the FBI/PID agents get the body to the morgue.

"Agent Steiner, if you follow the precautions I have told you, you will not need
to worry about becoming infected while you are conducting the autopsy. Agent
Rodgers and I will go back and sanitize the room that the victim was found in."
They stood in the South Park morgue as Dreadwood spoke. Kalei could see from the
look on Nathan's face that he was not too keen to be working along side the
necromancer.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Anders asked as he fought to keep from
yawning. He rubbed his tired eyes.

"I would like for you to find us all some accommodations. We will be here for a
few days." Dreadwood turned and walked out of the morgue with a very reluctant
Nathan following behind. He added, "Once we have finished up with our tasks, I
will explain more of the case to you all over dinner." Leaving Anders and Kalei
standing there, Nathan followed Dreadwood out of the morgue.


Kalei pushed the events of the last few hours out of her mind as she got ready
to start the autopsy.



"So just what the hell is going on?" Nathan asked in a slightly miffed voice,
not only because of the way Dreadwood was dancing around the issues of this
case, but he was still in the grip of the linger hatred he had for Russell. He
picked up the pace to catch up to the man, but when there was no answer forth
coming he grabbed him by the shoulder. He quickly found himself on his back and
Dreadwood facing him with an outstretched hand.

"Never try that again." Dreadwood said to him in a flat lifeless tone of voice.
He watched Nathan get up off the ground. The other man's breathing was slightly
labored due to the wind being knocked out of him when he hit the ground. For a
moment, Nathan had though about pulling his gun and demanding some answers, but
after what just happened, he rethought that idea. In the pit of his soul, he
knew that doing such a thing was a sure ticket for the long dirt nap.

Dreadwood watched the other man get himself under control. He had sensed that
there was some very bad blood between him and Agent Russell. As he stepped
though the door that lead to the scummy motel room that held Mike's body, he
could have looked into Rodgers mind to find out the cause of the enmity between
him and his partner. From the emotion he sensed off of the two men, too deep was
the sorrow in their souls as well as the burning hate they had for one another.
He decided not to push the matter, but he would keep that hate in mind just in
case either one of them gave in. None of them could ill afford such infighting
on this case. The stakes where just to damn high for such foolishness. "As I
told you before, once we have finished up with the cleansing of the hotel room,
I will explain this case to you, your partner and my partner. We must hurry for
time is growing short for us all." Dreadwood fought down the fear that had taken
root in his dark soul because of this case.

"Well can you at lest give me a hint as to what is going on here?" Nathan asked
as they made their way to the morgue's parking lot. He tried to get an idea as
to what the hell Agent Dreadwood was. Even though he had seen some really
strange things over years as a PID agent, this was so far the strangest thing he
had come across. There no doubt in his mind that things where going to get a lot
worse in the coming days.

Dreadwood let out a deep sigh. "I have my suspicions as to what is going on here
and for once I truly hope that I am wrong. Because if I'm right, what is going
to happen is too horrifying to contemplate."

Nathan felt his blood run cold when he heard that. He had been looking in
Dreadwood's gray eyes and he just barely saw a hint of fear in his normally
lifeless orbs. "So, when do you think you will have the answers you are looking
for?" He opened the door to his car as the other man walked over to the driver's
side door of his van and stopped to face him. The hairs on the back of Nathan's
neck began to stand on end.

"Once we have finished up in the hotel room, I will have a few more clues to
work with. But, what will confirm my suspicions will be the autopsy report that
agent Steiner is performing on Mike Duahiski." With that said, Dreadwood got
into his van, started it up and began to drive into the cold night.

"I knew I should have called in sick yesterday," Nathan mumbled to himself as he
slid into the driver's seat of his car. As he followed agent Dreadwood, he began
to try and make sense of what was going on with this case. The more he thought
about it, the worse the feeling of impending doom began to fill his heart with a
slight chill.




Kalei clicked on the microphone that was hanging over Mike's body and took a
second to get her wits about her. She prepared herself for the distasteful task
at hand. "The deceased is a male caucasian, identified by Agent Dreadwood as one
Mike Duahiski, age twenty six. Height is about five feet six inches tall." She
reached for a scalpel and a specimen vial

"The subject's overall weight appears to be ninety six pounds," Kalei said as
she began to scrape some of Mike's blackened skin into the vial, noting that it
did not crumble into a fine powder as burnt flesh normally would have when any
kind of pressure was excreted on it. She was making damn sure that none of it
came into contact with her skin, ever mindful of Dreadwood's warning.

After capping the vial, she put it into a biohazard bag and sat it aside. Once
that was done, she made a long incision from the top of Mike's chest, over the
breastbone and down to his groin. However, when she tried to peel the skin open
it crumbled in her gloved hands.

"The subject appears to have burned by an unknown heart source that caused third
degree burns across his entire body. However, the physical damage seems to have
been caused by exposure to extreme cold. The deceased's testes have been
crystallized instead of being carbonized even though a visual inspection of the
deceased would suggest otherwise." She spoke into the mike as she continued to
clear away more and more of the skin make sure not to spill it on the floor of
the morgue as it shattered into smaller fragments. She used the scalpel to clear
the crystallized flesh away from Mike's chest.

Once the skin was cleared away, Kalei picked up a bone saw and was about to cut
open the breast bone and then pull back the rib cage when she noticed that
Mike's crystallized flesh was not thawing out in the cool, antiseptic air of the
morgue. Acting on a hunch, she put down the bone saw and tapped the center of
the breastbone with the tip of the scalpel. She watched in awe as the breastbone
shattered much like the way Mike's skin had.

"It appears that the subject's bones have been crystallized in the same manor as
his skin." She tapped one of the exposed ribs and watched as it shattered into
smaller fragments leaving her to wonder what the hell had killed Mike. She had
never seen such a thing in the few autopsies that she had carried out.

She swung a large magnifying lamp over Mike's burnt cock and began to look for
signs of anything out of the ordinary as Dreadwood suggested. After a few
minutes, she found a minute trace of glowing green slime hidden deeply in the
grooves of ripped and shredded flesh that had not been crystallized.

"It would appear that the subject's penis has been skinned. There is some kind
of glowing green slime within the wounds that has not been crystallized. " Kalei
continued her analysis as she took a sterile cotton swab and began to slowly dab
it into the slime filled wound, obtaining a sample.

However, despite her careful attempts to gather a sample, she pressed a tad too
hard on Mike's pecker and it shattered, leaving a small stump where his manhood
had once been. On the bright side, it made collecting a sample of the glowing
slime a lot easier.

Once the sample had been gathered and secured, Kalei proceeded with the autopsy.
Within an hour, she was done. Mike's entire body, skin, blood, bone, hair and
internal organs, had been crystallized by exposure to some unimaginable cold
temperature. This all despite the fact that Mike looked like he had been
barbecued with a flame thrower, both on the outside as well as the inside,
making a more detailed study into the cause of his death impossible.

With a deep, exhausted sigh, Kalei sat down at the desk, glad to be off her
feet. She began to put the final touches on the autopsy report when her cell
phone began to ring. "Agent Steiner here." She closed the folder with Mike's
post mortem report as well as her findings and her few personal comments about
the matter.

"This is Nathan. Agent Dreadwood and I are at the hotel room and…" There was a
sudden burst of static that nearly drowned out what Nathan was saying. Kalei
could barely hear her partner say, "What the fuck was that shit!"

"Nathan are you ok!" Kalei shouted into her cell phone as a cold sweat began to
from on her brow. A great fear began to stab at her heart

"Yes, I'm ok. There was a blinding white light coming from the room. I have a
bad feeling about this." Nathan pulled out his sidearm, about to kick in the
door to room where they had found the body. When he and Dreadwood had returned
to the hotel, they had sent the cops who had been guarding the crime scene away
and Dreadwood had told him to stay outside of the room and not to let anyone in
until he was done.

Nathan was more than glad to stand guard. To tell the truth, the further away
from Dreadwood he was, the better off he felt. Not only did he dislike the
necromancer, but was slightly afraid of him.

"Nathan? Nathan, answer me damn it!" Kalei screamed into the cell phone, not
knowing what kind of danger her partner was in. She had been badly unnerved by
Dreadwood to the point that she did not entirely trust the self-proclaimed
necromancer.

For a few long and tense minutes, there was no answer from her phone. Suddenly,
Kalei heard agent Dreadwood's freaky voice as a door creaked open, "We are done
here, let us leave this place."

Nathan looked between Dreadwood to the room where the body had been found. He
was nonchalantly walking towards the stairwell that led to the hotel's parking
lot. Kalei was calling out to him from his cell phone and for a moment his mind
was in a state of disarray.

"I'm ok, Kalei. Really I am. Hang on a moment, will you." He shook off the
mental confusion that had temporarily overwhelmed him as he made his way into
the room. Stopping dead in his tracks, the room looked as clean as the day the
hotel was constructed, save for a few cracks in the cheap plaster walls. There
was nothing in the room. The breeding ground for bed bugs and other types of
vermin that also served as a pitiful excuse for a bed for human use was gone.
The cheap rickety night table was also gone. But was really got Nathan was that
the usual layer of dirt and grime that was part and parcel of the room in such a
low class flea bag hotel such as this one, as well as the scent of stale sex,
sweat and other foul odors was gone.

"Kalei, I'll talk to you when I get back. Something very strange has happened
here and I have no damn idea on how to explain it. Don't bother to ask me about
it." He took off after agent Dreadwood. This time he was damn well going to get
some answers. Unlike the last time he had tried to get what he wanted from the
CCPI agent, he was not going to be intimidated by the freaky man.

Kalei let out a snarling curse as she hung up. Not less then one one-hundredth
of a second after she did, it rang. "Agent Steiner, this is Agent Russell. I
have gotten us some rooms at the Valhalla Inn." Anders gave her directions to
the Inn their room numbers. He told her that the keys would be waiting for them
at the front desk.

After he finished, she asked him for more info on his partner as fear for her
own partner began to slowly work its way into her heart.

"Call me Anders," he said. "As I told you and your partner…" Kalei could hear
the hateful tone in the CCPI agent's voice when he mentioned Nathan. "…I just
met the guy yesterday when I was assigned to this case. I have no idea of what
he's like save for one thing. I'm sure you all ready know he's not human." The
hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. "Why do you ask, has
something happened?"

The female agent let out a tired sigh. "Just before you called, my partner
called and said that something odd had happened while he and Dreadwood were
sanitizing the room. I do fear for the worse." Kalei spoke with a slightly
pleading tone in her voice, hoping that it would appeal to the CCPI agent's
merciful side despite his seemly undying hate for her partner.

Anders listen to the FBI/PID agent for a few minutes as his emotions ran from
wanting to help Kalei to wishing nothing more then to spit into Nathan's cold
dead eyes. "Ok, then what do you think we should do about this mess?" he asked
as he sat down in his room, wishing nothing more than to sleep. He knew that
would not be an option in light of what the FBI/PID agent told him about the
call she had gotten from her partner.

She told him that she could not leave the morgue until the body was safely
locked up and sealed. That was so there would be no chance the local coroner
would become contaminated by accident. He would have to go to the crime scene
and find out what was going on.

Anders was about to raise a fuss. In his tired state, the last thing he wanted
to do was face his old enemy, but he would go because his partner could be in
some kind of danger. However, he did not get a chance to answer. Kalei had
another call waiting for her, so she hung up. A few minutes later, she called
him back and told him that everything was fine. The other two agents were
heading back to the morgue. "Right then," he said. "I guess we'll meet for a
late dinner at the inn." Kalei told him that she would call back when they were
ready to meet with him at the inn and hung up.

He shut off his phone and began to undress. At least he would have some time to
sleep before they met to discuss this case in more detail. With a thankful sigh,
he lay down on the slightly overstuffed bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.



Kalei was on pins and needles as she waited for Nathan and Dreadwood to return.
To kill time, she re-read her autopsy report and made any corrections needed.
She also tried to figure out what the hell had killed Mike Duahiski. Half an
hour later Nathan and Dreadwood walked into the morgue. "Well it's about time
you two got here. What the hell where you two doing?" She was quite agitated.
Dreadwood walked towards her with a far away look in his gray eyes that sent a
slight chill up her spine.

"We cleaned up the crime scene. I should say that Agent Dreadwood did while I
stood guard. From the look on his face, Kalei could tell that he had no idea as
to what the CCPI agent had done and it was really burning his ass.

"You have finished with the autopsy?" Dreadwood asked her as he walked over to
the table where Mike's body was laid out.

"Yes, I have. I took some samples for analysis at our labs." As she looked him
over, she noticed that he had a nice ass, as far as she could tell.

"Take the report, leave the samples here and then you and your partner will stay
outside of the morgue until I'm done." He spoke in that low whispering voice of
his, but this time there was a tired sounding tone in it that neither of them
had heard before.

"Now just wait one fucking minute here. Do you have any idea of how long it took
for me to gather those samples? Besides, once they have been analyzed we'd have
a better idea of what we're up against." Kalei felt her blood begin to boil. The
fact that he was ordering her around like she was some kind of lackey, a
suspicion formed in her mind that he was going to destroy the samples along with
the body. More to the point, he was deliberately keeping them in the dark as to
what was going on with the case. She was not going to stand for it any longer.

Dreadwood slowly turned around and looked at the two FBI/PID agents. He was
going to tell them not to ask questions at this point in time and that they
would have to do as he told them. They had to trust him on the matter because
they had no idea of what they where dealing with. But by that same token, he
felt that he did owe them some kind of an explanation. They were no longer going
to put up with his seemingly standoffish attitude. "I am going to destroy the
samples you took for the simple matter that you and your scientists will never
be able to understand what you are looking at. The more I work on this case, the
more I am convinced that we are dealing with an Outsider. The samples do pose a
grave risk to anyone coming in contact with them so much so that if someone does
become contaminated, you will not be able to contain the outbreak." He could see
that they where becoming more and more nervous with each passing moment. "Just
do as I ask of you, alright? "

Kalei and Nathan looked at one another. The woman could see that her partner
wanted to talk to her about something. "Fine. Go ahead. We'll be waiting outside
for you." She took the autopsy report from the desk and started to walk out of
the morgue, Nathan behind her.

As the two were talking outside, they felt a strange disruption of the real
world, much like a hiccup in the fabric of time and space that made the world
around them seem disjointed for a few seconds. There was a flash of light that
spilled out from around the doorway of the morgue. "What the hell was that?"
Kalei asked as she shook her head trying to clear her mind from the strange
sensation that the event had put her through.

"That's the same thing that happened at the hotel when we went to sanitize it."
Nathan got his wits about him and explained what he had seen after he walked
back into the hotel room.

"I'm not liking this shit," she said in a slightly fearful tone of voice. They
walked back into the morgue.

The End
For Now

And I big thanks to Kelly for her trieless editting of this fic, without her help I doubt anyone could read this fic let alone understand it.


Thanks Kell your one in a trillon
*kissy kissy*

Awwwww, thanks LT. I just can't wait for the next chapter. I love it so far!

Kelly Antilles wrote: Awwwww, thanks LT. I just can't wait for the next chapter. I love it so far!

Hehehe your SOOOOO cuite when you blush

I guess I'll answer your last PM to me then I'll get started on the next chap then

Was wondering when you would get around to this again, and nice work.

God Emperor wrote:Was wondering when you would get around to this again, and nice work.

I know, I have been quite busy for sometime and it took me awhile to get going with this fic I'm glad you enjoyed it

Well here's yet another Chapter in this fan fic of mine.
My thanks to Kelly for editing this chap
So read on and enjoy
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Humanty's Last Stand
Chapter 5

For a moment, Nathan and Kalei stood in what had once been a morgue. They stared uncomprehendingly at the bare room, for everything that one would expect to find was gone.

The room was as bare as the day it was made. Gone were the trays of instruments that Kalei had used in her autopsy. The body was gone, as well as the gurney it had been resting on. Of the desk and chair that Kalei had been using to write out the report, there was no sign of them. On the wall that held the storage vaults for holding dead bodies until they could be worked on to determine the cause of death were nothing more than holes in the wall. Of the sinks that a coroner would use to scrub him or herself before performing an autopsy and to clean up after such a grizzly task, all that remained was exposed pipes where they had been connected. Strangely enough there was no water spraying from the pipes. They looked like they had been cut with a high-powered laser beam. The cabinets that had once held an assortment of chemicals and other containers to hold specimens had vanished into thin air.

The only thing in the morgue besides the two very puzzled FBI/PID agents was Dreadwood. He was sitting in the middle of the room with a thin sheen of sweat on his pale forehead. There was a slight tang of ozone in the chilly air.

"What the hell is going on here?" Kalei muttered to herself. She just about jumped out of her skin when her partner said from behind her, "Dammed if I know."

Slowly, Agent Dreadwood got to his feet and stood still for a few seconds before turning to face the two FBI/PID agents. "Let us leave this place, for I am tired, hungry and there is much to do and so little time to do it in." Nathan and Kalei stood there wondering what the hell had happened to the morgue.

"So, who's going to pay for the all the damages and missing equipment? " Nathan asked as the three of them left the building. The cold, damp night's air chilled them, causing them to pull up their coats. Their breath hung in the air for a few moments.

"I will take care of the matter when it comes up. Do not be concerned about it," Dreadwood said in the strangely loud whisper of a voice that was oddly as soft and silky as satin. He moved to get into his van.

"Anders called and arranged some rooms for us. Once we check in and go for some dinner, you have a lot of explaining to do, because quite frankly I have had enough of this cryptic bullshit. Understand?" Kalei gave the necromancer her best intimidating stare.

The tall man looked into Steiner's deep green eyes as a wistful smirk tugged the left corner of his bloodless lips up for a fraction of a second before returning to its normal resting place on his face. "As I have stated before, I will give you all the answers you seek once I have had a chance to read the autopsy report," he told them as he held out a hand and looked at the folder that Kalei held. She gave him the folder and told him to follow them as Nathan got into the Ford Talon and fried it up.

Dreadwood waited before getting into the van. He watched Steiner with an appreciative glance at the sway of her hips as she got into the car. Then he got into his van, letting the smirk return to his lips.





Natasha Bell push an errant lock of her short greasy brown hair out from her deep brown eyes as she got ready she got ready to sling a grappling hook up to the roof of an old textile plant that had been turned into a set of loft apartments. One quick score and I'm out of this shithole, she thought to herself as she pulled the trigger on the pneumatic air rifle. A padded grappling hook shot forth into the night air and onto the roof of the building she had chosen to rob.

Natasha had been your average NYC coke whore turning tricks to feed her habit until one night when she had been anally raped with a red hot branding iron. Luckily, she had survived that encounter and spent a long time in the local hospital having her bowls rebuilt. She took the time to go though rehabilitation and during that time, she found that she had a knack for making other people's things her own. Once she was out of the hospital and finished with rehab, she started honing her skills as a thief. Soon she became one of the underworld's top cat burglars.

At first, she had put her larcenous skill to use for herself, making a fair bit of money. Then for some odd reason, she began to take jobs stealing stuff. Not trivial things such as VCR's, DVD's and other low grade items, but thing like gold gems, computer data and high grade art items.

Then came the job where she was to steal a large shipment of drugs from one of the major crime families. It had been a piece of cake until she had the bad luck of being stopped by a cop. Needless to say, it would not have been a good thing for the cops to find the fifty kilos of high grade, china white heroin in the back of her tricked out red Hummer.

After losing the cops in a long and damn near fatal high sped chase, Natasha parked her Hummer in a deserted lot and set the self destruct charges that where placed though the vehicle. She grabbed a duffel bag that held the tools of her trade and ran as the timer of the charges counted down. Once the timer reached zero, the charged cooked off, engulfing the Hummer in a bath of thermite that was chemically bonded with an oxygen/white phosphorous compound that reduced it into a pool of molten metal, leaving no evidence behind.

After finding a phone, she called her employer and broke the bad news. He was not happy and demanded compensation for the lost shipment. Natasha told him to go and fuck his hat because she did not like the attitude he was copping off on her. After all, she was the one who had taken all the risks in lifting the junk from the heavily guarded warehouse that had over fifty armed men and woman watching over it then the run in with the cops that had nearly killed her before she could escape.

After a very long and terse argument, her now ex-employer made dire threats of having his best hitters drag her back to him so that he could skin her alive for not only fucking up the heist, but for back talking him as well. She hung up on him and began to make plans to get out of New York City. Not only did she have one very upset and angry ex-employer to deal with, but as it turned out the warehouse that had held the drugs she had swiped belonged to none other than Don "The Elbow" Macorola. She was sure that by this time, he had been informed that his stash of smack had been jacked. Ten to one odds were that at that very moment, Don had to his top notice goon squad tearing the city apart looking for who ever had ripped him off.

After taking stock of what she had on her person besides her thieving tools, Natasha found that she did not have enough money on her person to get out pronto. She dare not make a move on her off shore bank accounts that had at least a good thirty million in them until she was safely out of the country. She knew full well that both her ex-employer, known as "One Ton Tongue" Tony Lasuiko, and one very irate crime boss that she victimized would have someone watching all of the major banks for her. So, Natasha set off once more into the dark and dangerous night on a felonious mission of survival.

"Well better get a move on," she muttered to herself as she pushed the memories of the mission that had gone south and pulled the trigger on the slightly oversized shotgun. There was a dull *WHOMF* of compressed air that launched the padded grappling hook into the gusty night's air trailing a thick black rope behind it. After the grappling hook came to rest on the roof, Natasha gave the rope a few good tugs to make sure that it was secure. She began to scale the side of the building.

"OHHHH YESSS!! THAT'S IT!! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY!!" Gwen Caldor screamed as her lover's highly skilled tongue began to dance a rapid tattoo around, in and out of her wet womanhood. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and slam jammed his face into her crotch as his hands griped her hips.

Caoimhin Fearghul did not mind the slight pain as his soon to be happy meal grabbed him by the hair. He put his highly skilled tongue to work on his lover's blood swollen clit as he drank deeply of her spicy juices. Every time his tongue lightly brushed against her clit, he could feel his hunger grow. He felt the beat of her wildly racing heart though that lovely nub of woman flesh and fought a losing battle to send her flying over the edge of bliss due to his long, centuries long experience in the arts of love making. He began to tease his lover by slowly withdrawing his probing tongue from her pulsing pussy as his own cock began to grow hard with a raw animal lust coupled with his wildly growing hunger. His mouth covered her cunt lips and he began to slowly hum so that when the drawn out moment came it would be all the more sweet for them both.

Gwen let out a squeal of joy as she felt the delightful buzz of the humming spread throughout her pleasantly aching pussy. She wrapped her leg around Caoimhin's neck as she started to whip his head to and fro. She ground her raging love nest against his face not caring if she snapped his neck like a dead twig. Caoimhin would have found that only to be a minor annoyance, nor would be the first time it had happened. After all, he was the living embodiment of a *Dead Fuck*, not that the string of lovers that he had shared himself with over the long ages had complained about his skills in the arts of sexual gratification.

So wrapped up in their mad passion play, they did not notice they had a fly on the wall. More to the point a fly on the bedroom window who was watching them with a lusty interest. Now I have got to get me some of that!" Natasha thought to herself as felt the growing fires of lust starting to burn deep inside of her. The strong leather straps of her climbing harness began to rub against her inner-thighs. With a dreamy glaze in her eyes, she decided that she could spare a few moments to enjoy the highly erotic show that was being played out before her. Her left hand slid down under the waistband of her black jumpsuit pants and began to absently finger her own well used pussy.

The musky, lust-laden scene of Gwen had pushed Caoimhin raging and hungry soul well as past his braking point. As Gwen start to cum her brains out, he sank his fangs into her pulsating, blood gorged clit and began to greedily feed causing Gwen's upper body to rocket straight up. She damn near crushed Caoimhin's head to a pulp as her thighs clamped around him. She let out such a piercing shriek of painful pleasure as her orgasm was magnified a thousandfold.

So loud was that shriek that Natasha, who was now madly fingering herself, nearly let go of the rope she was hanging from as she too came. She watched Gwen collapse on top of Caoimhin, who was feeding like a man who had no food for nearly week and was suddenly let loose on a fully loaded buffet table. "Ohhhhh wow!" Natasha moaned as she pulled her leather glove covered hand that was sopping wet from her drenched pussy. As she started to come out of her orgasm induced haze, she shook her head and got back to the job at hand.

After reaching the topmost loft apartment, Natasha unclipped a pen size maglite from her utility belt and shone it though the darkened window. "Payday!" she said to herself as she spied a few interesting looking paintings that just might be worth something. After clamping the light between her teeth, she took out a glasscutter and a large suction cup. She placed the cup on the window and began to cut a small hole near the top. Once the hole was cut, she clipped the suction cup to her utility belt so that she would not have to drop the small glass and quite possibly give herself away if the glass shattered on the ground below her.

Next she took a small bag of finely ground sugar and dumped it though the hole. She watched as it floated down to the windowsill to reveal if there was an infrared laser alarm. Seeing there was not one, she took the maglite from her mouth and looked along the top and sides of the window for a magnetic contact alarm around the edges. There were none.

Natasha tucked the empty bag into a pocket on her jumpsuit pants, put the maglite back between her teeth and pulled out a coat hanger from between her left hip and the band of her utility belt. She slowly fed it though the hole in the window and bending it a few times, undid the window latch.

After putting the coat hanger back where it had been, she slowly opened the window not knowing if there was anyone home and sleeping or if the owner had a dog in the apartment. She unclipped a mini-fan that anyone could pick up in any five and a dime store flicked it on to blow the sugar from the window ledge. That way she would not get any on her when she climbed though the window nor would she leave any footprints as she looked around for something to steal.

After returning the fan to her belt and climbing though the window, Natasha pulled out a silenced .38 pistol from under her left shoulder. She pointed the gun in front of her as she unhooked the harness from the rope. Once that was done, she took the maglite out of her mouth and began to look around the loft apartment.

Luckily, there was no one around nor any pets. She put the .38 back in its holster and began to forage around from something steal. Most of paintings, however, where unsigned so they were a long shot at best at making some quick cash so she left them alone. After raiding the bedroom for some high-class jewelry that could well be worth an easy 10G's or more, she thought it was best to leave. Something made her stop and take a good look around. She had a feeling that there was something hidden that would be worth a lot of money. Who knows, maybe it would be the big score she had been keeping an eye out for, but there was strange, creepy feeling that was setting her on edge.

After looking around the large living room, the beam of light landed on the mantle. "Now aren't you a gruesome looking thing," Natasha said aloud as she walked towards the strange looking mask. She almost expected it to answer her as she looked it over. "Well, I'm sure that I can get a few decent bucks for you." She quickly studied the mask and determined that it was something old very old. Slowly, she started to reach for it.