08-22-2016, 11:49 AM
Finale - Part 2
Deadpool dropped back and swung the katana in a wide arch, disemboweling the pair of growling creatures. The two ghouls toppled head over heels into the water, but another came screaming out from the din of combat. The mercenary grunted as the monster tackled him to the deck and tried to rip his throat out with its teeth. Deadpool managed to jam his forearm into its mouth, and as it chewed on his arm, he pushed it far enough away to give him room to run it through with his katana.
“Fucking. Teeth! And not even the pleasant yet disturbing vaginal teeth.”
A twitching dark hand reached down to Deadpool. On the far end of that bloody appendage was Hiro, who’s complexion had become something closer to ash. A few trails of blood had wormed their way down from the corners of Hiro’s head.
“You okay there, Black Thunder?”
Hiro nodded his head a little slower than a fully aware person should have. “Yesh,” he mumbled as a four-legged thing let out a scream and lurched onto the ship. Abner, Nanaki, and Okor moved to engage the monster as the redhead continued to played with the winch. Blasts from the stormtrooper’s rifle light up the deck as the slobbering, man-horse creature lashed out at the man with a pair of scythe-like appendages.
“Impure.” Okor rasped as he ducked one of the organic blades and grabbed it with his hand a beat later. “Move. Now!” The plague marine boomed as Red came bounding down the deck and leaped at the head and neck of the monster. The lion’s claws raked at putrid flesh as he sank his teeth deep into its throat. Foul-smelling blood spurted from ruptured veins as Nanaki tore away a mouthful of his adversary’s neck. The lion managed to spit out the rotting tissue before one of the creature’s extra appendages bashed against his back.
As the mighty feline dropped to the deck, Okor yanked the monster by its bladed limb, shattering its balance and causing it to stumble forward to its knees. Before it could regain its bearings, Abner walked up, jammed the barrel of his rifle through one of its eyeballs, and pulled the trigger a half dozen times. When the monster crumbled into a twitching, blood-stained heap against the back of the boat, Okor finish the job by slamming into it will all that remained of his diseased bulk.
The impact of the monster hitting the murky water jarred the boat, causing a few of the nearest metal crates to topple sideways. Everyone on the deck felt the vessel lift up a little bit, and before more ghouls could board, they turned their focus toward Gin’s winch.
“Someone jam it through the crate on the bottom!” The redhead shouted as Deadpool moved to prevent anyone unwanted passengers from getting onto the tugboat. With the mercenary playing defense, Abner grabbed the hook and tossed it to the one-handed Okor, who punched it through the side of the crate.
“Now!” The marine shouted as a ghoul sprung from the pier and landed on his shoulder. Hooked barbs sank into the base of Okor’s neck, and while the festering titan was immune to pain, he still felt the organic steel talons tear through his armored plates into the diseased-addled flesh beneath. As Okor grabbed at the slobbering creature with his hand, Gin, Abner, and Hiro pulled back on the winch controls. The machine let out a metal shriek as the cable went taut and the metal containers started to shudder.
“Put some fucking emphasis on that!” Deadpool bellowed as a cybernetically augmented ghoul bashed him in the side of the face with a pair of glittering steel knuckles. The impact tore away part of the mercenary’s mask to reveal part of his hideous, hate-fucked avocado face. “Bust out the italics, for fuck sake!”
Realizing that they were running out of time, the three primes pulled back one more time, and the old winch twisted, dragging the bottom crate off into the water. A moment later, the rest of the crates feel free, and while a few bumped against the boat, they all wound up in the ocean.
“We’re good. Hit the gas!” Hiro bellowed as he hacked off the arm of a ghoul and struck it in the side of the head with a forearm, knocking it from the boat. As the creature fell from view, the samurai’s eyes went wide as he saw the hulking, hockey mask-wearing monster standing on the dock just a few yards from the boat. It seemed as if all the punishment that Hiro had delivered upon the massive zombie had vanished in the time since the campground. Jason flexed all ten of his fingers as he started to walk toward the boat, his soulless eyes never wavering from the samurai. “…hit the fucking gas!”
The tugboat’s engines groaned as the vessel lurched away from the dock just as the waterlogged corpse leapt effortlessly from the pier onto the deck. Hiro, clutching the killer’s machete in his hands, growled and rushed forward, swinging the giant knife at the creature’s neck.
With more dexterity than a zombie from the bottom of a lake should have, Jason sidestepped the chop and loosed a punch at Hiro’s jaw. The impact obliterated the bone and shattered half a dozen of the man’s teeth down to their roots. ‘Black Thunder’ smacked the floor with a dull thud, and moments later, the blood began to pool around his face. Without skipping a beat, Jason collected his machete and turned to deal with the other primes that had formed a loose semi-circle around him.
Deadpool dropped back and swung the katana in a wide arch, disemboweling the pair of growling creatures. The two ghouls toppled head over heels into the water, but another came screaming out from the din of combat. The mercenary grunted as the monster tackled him to the deck and tried to rip his throat out with its teeth. Deadpool managed to jam his forearm into its mouth, and as it chewed on his arm, he pushed it far enough away to give him room to run it through with his katana.
“Fucking. Teeth! And not even the pleasant yet disturbing vaginal teeth.”
A twitching dark hand reached down to Deadpool. On the far end of that bloody appendage was Hiro, who’s complexion had become something closer to ash. A few trails of blood had wormed their way down from the corners of Hiro’s head.
“You okay there, Black Thunder?”
Hiro nodded his head a little slower than a fully aware person should have. “Yesh,” he mumbled as a four-legged thing let out a scream and lurched onto the ship. Abner, Nanaki, and Okor moved to engage the monster as the redhead continued to played with the winch. Blasts from the stormtrooper’s rifle light up the deck as the slobbering, man-horse creature lashed out at the man with a pair of scythe-like appendages.
“Impure.” Okor rasped as he ducked one of the organic blades and grabbed it with his hand a beat later. “Move. Now!” The plague marine boomed as Red came bounding down the deck and leaped at the head and neck of the monster. The lion’s claws raked at putrid flesh as he sank his teeth deep into its throat. Foul-smelling blood spurted from ruptured veins as Nanaki tore away a mouthful of his adversary’s neck. The lion managed to spit out the rotting tissue before one of the creature’s extra appendages bashed against his back.
As the mighty feline dropped to the deck, Okor yanked the monster by its bladed limb, shattering its balance and causing it to stumble forward to its knees. Before it could regain its bearings, Abner walked up, jammed the barrel of his rifle through one of its eyeballs, and pulled the trigger a half dozen times. When the monster crumbled into a twitching, blood-stained heap against the back of the boat, Okor finish the job by slamming into it will all that remained of his diseased bulk.
The impact of the monster hitting the murky water jarred the boat, causing a few of the nearest metal crates to topple sideways. Everyone on the deck felt the vessel lift up a little bit, and before more ghouls could board, they turned their focus toward Gin’s winch.
“Someone jam it through the crate on the bottom!” The redhead shouted as Deadpool moved to prevent anyone unwanted passengers from getting onto the tugboat. With the mercenary playing defense, Abner grabbed the hook and tossed it to the one-handed Okor, who punched it through the side of the crate.
“Now!” The marine shouted as a ghoul sprung from the pier and landed on his shoulder. Hooked barbs sank into the base of Okor’s neck, and while the festering titan was immune to pain, he still felt the organic steel talons tear through his armored plates into the diseased-addled flesh beneath. As Okor grabbed at the slobbering creature with his hand, Gin, Abner, and Hiro pulled back on the winch controls. The machine let out a metal shriek as the cable went taut and the metal containers started to shudder.
“Put some fucking emphasis on that!” Deadpool bellowed as a cybernetically augmented ghoul bashed him in the side of the face with a pair of glittering steel knuckles. The impact tore away part of the mercenary’s mask to reveal part of his hideous, hate-fucked avocado face. “Bust out the italics, for fuck sake!”
Realizing that they were running out of time, the three primes pulled back one more time, and the old winch twisted, dragging the bottom crate off into the water. A moment later, the rest of the crates feel free, and while a few bumped against the boat, they all wound up in the ocean.
“We’re good. Hit the gas!” Hiro bellowed as he hacked off the arm of a ghoul and struck it in the side of the head with a forearm, knocking it from the boat. As the creature fell from view, the samurai’s eyes went wide as he saw the hulking, hockey mask-wearing monster standing on the dock just a few yards from the boat. It seemed as if all the punishment that Hiro had delivered upon the massive zombie had vanished in the time since the campground. Jason flexed all ten of his fingers as he started to walk toward the boat, his soulless eyes never wavering from the samurai. “…hit the fucking gas!”
The tugboat’s engines groaned as the vessel lurched away from the dock just as the waterlogged corpse leapt effortlessly from the pier onto the deck. Hiro, clutching the killer’s machete in his hands, growled and rushed forward, swinging the giant knife at the creature’s neck.
With more dexterity than a zombie from the bottom of a lake should have, Jason sidestepped the chop and loosed a punch at Hiro’s jaw. The impact obliterated the bone and shattered half a dozen of the man’s teeth down to their roots. ‘Black Thunder’ smacked the floor with a dull thud, and moments later, the blood began to pool around his face. Without skipping a beat, Jason collected his machete and turned to deal with the other primes that had formed a loose semi-circle around him.