Demons 3, Part 2.

For disclaimers and all that jazz, refer to Part 1.

Everybody ran to see what was happening, and Marcus, being the News Hound that he is, was one of the firsts.

The girl was spitting green goo, and her eyes were yellow-red. She began to moan in an inhuman voice as claws made their way out of her nails and her teeth fell replaced by sharper ones.

Marcus ran back to the others; he didn't want to be anywhere near that… thing.

"God…" he murmured. "It's like in the movie."

Then, a dead hung woman appeared in the main corridor.

This was enough to get the whole population of the theatre screaming like banshees and running out to the main hall.

It was a true exodus; people were coming out from left, right and under, in a horrific frenzy. Everybody was screaming, yelping, howling, shouting, shrieking and crying for help. Some people fell and were almost trampled, wastebaskets fell down emptying themselves, heartbeats speeding the hell out.

Confusion and Terror were hitting full force.

The doors were closed, and everybody began to try to tear them off, including our four.

But when they managed to do it, they found walls.

"Fuck!" Casey screamed, panicking. "We're trapped, we're trapped!"

"The doors!" Marcus screamed, scared as all hell. "Somebody walled up the doors!"

Natalie almost lost it and screamed "I WANT TO GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! HELP!"

"Calm down," said Dan. "Don't lose your cool, guys. There have to be other doors out, haven't there?"

"Yeah, but they're probably at the other end of the building." Marcus answered. "And we don't have any weapon to defend ourselves with."

"Really?" Dan shot back, nudging his head towards the sword which was in the hands of a grotesque mannequin riding a Cagiva motorbike in the middle of the main hall, hands the young girl had taken the mask from.

"Ah." Marcus went and took it. "But that is enough only for one. What will you do?"

"Hide behind you, it's clear." Casey joked.

"So now, I'm the fall guy for the Demon question, huh?" Marcus answered.

"'Demon'?" Dan asked.

"They called them that way in the movie. The movie…" Marcus trailed off, trying to understand what was the thing that started it all.

"The movie! Yeah, it must be the movie!" A young woman, blond and blue-eyed, obviously a friend of the first two victims, screamed.

"It CAN'T be the movie!" Marcus shouted back. "I've already seen it in another theatre. This didn't happen there. Why here? Why now?"

"Interesting trivia ahead, guys." Natalie said. "Actually, this place, before being a theatre, was a warehouse where gangsters did their dirty deeds."

"Dirty deeds?" Casey asked.

"You know, murders, executions, mutilations, and stuff."

"Oh, nice. So we're right in the middle of Evil Inc. because of those guys who gave us the tickets?" Marcus said.

"No!" a young teen guy's voice rose. He stepped forward and our two favourite sportscasters recognized him - he was the guy who gave them the tickets.

"We've been deceived as you were." The young guy answered. "We've been engaged for the job by a certain Mr. U. N. Owen. We never saw him. He just sent us the tickets to give people with a letter that said we… we could watch the movie for free…" he then broke into tears.

"U. N. Owen. Unknown!" Dan said. "Like in Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians"!"

"Somebody drew up this big plan to have as big a massacre as they could get." Marcus said.

"By now, it's going to be widespread. We should stick together, and never, by any case, go anywhere near the Demons, huh?" Casey said.

"Who died and made you boss?" Dan asked.

"He's right though." Marcus interjected. "But now, let's go look for other exits!" he then screamed.

And everybody ran back in the corridors.

TBC