Caiden Tate and the Bloody Murderers

Prologue

The man got up and turned to the door, he started walking. He felt everyone else in the room look at him confused. Even the speaker stopped and stared. The man didn't care; he just needed to get out of the building and away from this place. He reached to door and yanked it open, as soon as he was out of sight, he ran. He knew he couldn't take any chances, not with resourceful people like the ones he was dealing with. The suit he was wearing was not made for running, and neither was he and with the people who were bound to be chasing him, he doubted he'd even make the lobby.

He heard the knife before he saw it and instinctively twisted out the way; it missed his cheek by a hair breath. There was someone behind him, someone chasing him, he could hear their steady breathing but didn't have the nerve to look round. He came to the hall and vaulted the railing, as he hit the ground he rolled and as he came up he almost stumbled, not exactly smooth but his momentum carried him forward and he continued running.

He heard his pursuer land, gracefully, barely making a sound. Wow, he felt like an amateur compared to these people. He ran towards the corridor that headed through to the lobby, hope seemed small, but at least it was still there. He heard a crack as another missile, this time a throwing axe, embedded itself in the floor where his foot had been a millisecond ago, damn they were good.

He was almost at the corridor when he became aware of his pursuer readying their aim. He rolled and the throwing star soared over him, grazing his back, his pursuer cursed. The door was getting closer and closer, the distance smaller and smaller. He reached the door and grabbed the handle, he heard his pursuer stop, maybe she'd given up, he didn't care.

The boot came from nowhere; kicking his feet out from under him, he fell backwards, cracking his head against the rock hard floor. Ouch, he thought, but that was the least of his worries. The owner of the boot stepped out in front of him grinning, blocking his exit. The stranger was tall, with blue eyes and longish blonde hair under his Stetson and with his two revolvers and leather boots he looked just like he'd stepped out of a Wild West movie. The man recognised him from his files, Angelo Scraper was his name. He was world renown for his deadly accuracy with his revolvers, oh and for being a notorious serial killer. Scraper was wanted in 23 different countries for murder, more murder and stealing a penguin from a zoo! The man knew that even if he did only the slightest thing wrong, Scraper wouldn't hesitate to shoot him.

Of course Scraper was rarely seen out of the company of his twin sister; he heard a cackle behind him and turned to look at his pursuer. Angela Scraper looked every bit the madwoman. At first glance, she looked completely unlike her twin with frizzy dark hair and a crazed look in her deep brown eyes, but there was the same murderous aura about her as her twin. She had a piercing in her bottom lip and wore a black leather jacket which made her look just like a punk. She had a belt around her waist filled with all manner of nasty projectiles, from the small throwing knives she'd already used to a nasty sphere with a spike on the end which looked suspiciously like a spike bomb.

These twins were two of the members of the infamous Bloody Murderers and if these two were here, then the others wouldn't be far behind, he had to act fast. The Bloody Murderers were a ruthless gang who didn't care who they killed, they just did it.

He considered his options, attack one of these two and take them by surprise, he didn't like his chances. He could try and make a mad dash for one of the other two exits that were left open; there was another door across from him that led to a hallway. From there he might be able to find an exit, he doubted he'd make it nearly that far however. The other exit, a much closer option was a stairway that led up, he didn't know where he would be able to go from there but it was his best option.

His hopes were dashed when a huge figure lumbered through the door across from him and stood there to guard it. The huge man's name was Archie Bellows, he wore a huge black trench coat and huge black boots which the man figured would probably be able to squish his head like a bug if the chance presented itself. Archie Bellows was huge, strong and an all-round thug. The man's chances were getting slimmer and slimmer. There were still two members of the gang who hadn't yet shown their face. The three stood there as if waiting for him to try something stupid, or perhaps waiting for something else, the man didn't care, he made a dash for the stairs, the other three didn't move, they just stood there and continued waiting, he didn't know why, he didn't care. As he ran he heard a sound from above, he looked up but too late, something landed on him and he collapsed to the ground.

The something wore a ruined suit and a top hat that had evidently never been washed, the something was Sickening and Sickening was unique. Sickening got up and walked backwards a few steps and the man got up groaning.

"So then Oliver, we're here to kill you." Angelo stated bluntly.

"H-How did you find me?" Oliver stammered.

"Easy, we had a chat with your family." Angelo said happily.

"If you hurt them…" Oliver threatened and Angelo laughed.

"They're fine, I would never harm a woman, or a child for that matter, who do you, think I am, a monster?"

"Yes." Oliver replied bluntly and Angelo laughed again.

"I like you, you're funny." Angelo laughed, no-one else was laughing, Archie was staring at them, Sickening was twiddling his thumbs and Angela was grinning at them, her mad, psychopathic grin, but Angelo didn't seem to notice, he just laughed.

"When you say they weren't harmed, I think that's an understatement, didn't one of the kids lose an arm?" asked Sickening.

"Oh yeah," Angelo said as if just remembering, "You might wanna get that replaced."

Oliver lunged at him; Angelo laughed and easily dodged so that Oliver stumbled into the door. He turned and this time sent a jab to the throat, Angelo just caught his arm and kicked him. Oliver fell down groaning and all the others laughed.

"You're not very good are you?" taunted Angelo, Oliver couldn't agree more.

"Can we kill him now?" asked Sickening.

"We've gotta wait for Maelicen, he hates it when we kill without him." replied Angelo.

"Awwwww! Can't we just do a bit….." moaned Sickening.

"A bit of what?" Angelo asked, confused.

"Killing."

"You want us to do a bit of killing?" Angelo asked even more confused.

"Yeah, we could cut off his head or something." Archie suggested helpfully.

"No you idiot, that would kill him!" snapped Sickening. "But maybe we could…"

He was cut short by footsteps as Maelicen Villainous strode down the steps and into the Lobby. A mask covered his face, simple but unsettling, especially since it was the last thing that so many would have seen.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, "It was unavoidable I'm afraid." His voice sounded slightly calm and reassuring, almost safe, which was incredibly ironic as the man was anything but.

"Can we get on with the killing now?" Sickening pleaded.

"Yes, let's do that." Maelicen confirmed and the others grinned and closed in. Even through the mask Oliver could feel Villainous' smile as he closed in for the kill.

Norman Percival was in a hurry, he needed to get somewhere, fast. He'd tried running but quickly realised he wasn't very good at it, so he decided to take a taxi. The mortal who was driving it was clearly not a very good driver. They nearly crashed too many times to count. After ten of the most traumatic minutes of his life, Norman decided to just walk. He paid the driver and stumbled out clutching his stomach and as the taxi drove off, he was violently sick.

"Are you ok there Norman?" said a voice, from Texas if he was not mistaken, which he usually wasn't. Norman looked up and saw the owner of the voice, yep definitely from Texas. There was a woman behind the Tex who had an insane grin on her face, every single part of Norman was saying, run, this isn't good!

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" demanded Norman.

"Both great questions…" the Tex answered," Which will be revealed in due course. However in the meantime, if you'd like to come with us."

"I don't even know you, how can I trust you?"

"See, I told you we should have used violence" A voice said from behind Norman and he yelped as a misshapen creature walked up to him, "We could have walked up behind him and slit his throat, it could have been so much easier, but no, you insisted on talking to him first, and then killing him."

"Shut up!" snapped the Tex.

"Y-You're going to kill m-m-me?" Norman stammered.

"No, we ain't gonna hurt you Norman, we're nice people. You have my word as a serial killer." Angelo insisted.

"Y-you're a s-serial killer?"

"Damn it, me and my big mouth." frowned the Tex, "Oh well, I guess we'll have to do it Sickening's way, goodbye Norman." His frown turned to a grin and he stalked forward with the others. Norman knew he was dead, they were truly insane.

Damien Flynn wasn't used to things like this, he tracked down murderers, battled villains, but he didn't look after babies. For a start, he didn't know how to hold it, did he support its legs or head? Was he meant to hold it close? Which way up was it meant to be? Ok, he was pretty sure about the last one. He wasn't meant for this, but of course, when his wife went out with her friends, he was landed with baby duty. He had literally just sat down after finally lulling the baby to sleep when it started screaming again, what was it with this thing, it was like an alarm! Damien picked up the baby and held it in close to his chest; he hugged it for a while until it quietened.

Of course, just as he was walking back over to the cot, it threw up all over him and started crying again. Damien just stood there, staring at the baby in his arms as if asking: Why? He put it down and went to get its bottle. He sat it down on his lap and fed it until it was fast asleep, what now? He couldn't get up; he cursed his bad luck and searched for the TV remote. There it was, just out of arm's reach. He moved, still in his sitting position and grabbed the remote triumphantly.

He moved back to the sofa and turned on the TV and the doorbell rang, who could that be? He manoeuvred the baby until it was lying, still fast asleep on the sofa, result! He imagined his wife standing in the doorway, back early from her party, or an angry neighbour coming to complain about the noise, he hoped it was the former. Instead it was the serial killer.

"Surprise!" Angelo Scraper exclaimed and shot him.

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