Misc. Movies

Our Twelve Guardians

Prologue

The dry, cracked ground scorched every foot that it met. Geyser-like cracks would blow out steam -as would the cracks in the ground- at time to time. The temperature could make summer in Arizona seem like going to the North Pole without any clothing or shelter. Sssssssshhhhhhha, more steam escaped the cracks and circled around the circular chamber. At the very back at the room was layers upon layers of skeletons of both humans . . . and Hell's very own wicked creatures, all sculpted into a large, rather horrid pile. On top of said pile was a metal and barbed seat that almost resented an electric chair, and sitting in the chair was a monstrous-looking fiend, sporting thick, sharp claws, slightly curled horns, a blood red skin tone, sharp teeth, and a piercing yellow glare for the group that was to arrive next to be dealt with.
And sure enough, from one of the many tunnels leading into the chamber, there were distinctive sounds of chains and multiple footsteps of all sizes and weights, also accompanied by plenty of violent language coming from some of the prisoners.
The sounds echoed throughout the room and tunnels until twelve figures -chained with Hell's strongest materials for cuffs- were forced forward by some of the most strongest of guards.

"Farewell, ladies," one of the guards chuckled darkly, leaving the chamber before one of the prisoners replied, which one did, and rather loudly and highly angered.

"Silence, Krueger," the grotesque man ordered. "He is the least of your worries."
The prisoner grumbled and unhappily complied.

Lucifer's piercing glare scanned over each prisoner as he spoke.
"It is almost time for your payments."

"What payments?" a figure with a padded-like head with pins sticking out asked.
"Yea, what payments?" a prisoner that was a stitched and stapled doll questioned.

"You know of 'what payments', fools!" He barked. "All of you have either made a deal with me in past years or I have revived you from Death one too many times! My payment is due."

The twelve men all looked at one another, then started shoving their hands in what pocket they had.

"Hey, Lucy, would ya take a broken paperclip, a piece of string, and a used condom?" "I don't even have a fuckin' paperclip."
"You don't have a paperclip? I don't even have pockets."
"I have too many damn pockets!" a figure dressed as a clown shouted, digging his gloved hands deeper. All he had pulled out so far was thick-rimmed glasses with a large pink nose, silly string cans, a smiling flower that spat out water, a human ear, a rubber chicken, and he was now at work at finding the end of a chain of multicolored handkerchiefs.

"SILENCE!" He growled, slamming his fists down on the arms of the throne. "THAT ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH TO SATISFY ME!"

"So what the Hell do ya want then? Playboy?"

"ENOUGH! Let me think," The Devil waved his claws, and then put an index claw at his temple. "Hmmmm . . . . Aha! I know exactly what my payment will be from you. From all of you," Lucifer grinned his jagged smile, looking down at his prisoners.

"I am running low of my supply of murderers, and you twelve are some of the very best - even though you are all pains in the ass."

"So are you gonna tell us what you want or call us pains in your ass?"

"Quiet, fool! As I was saying, I am running low on murderers. Thus, my payment from the lot of you will be to be sent back to earth, train two humans to be murderers, and once they are at their best, you are to give them to me."

The men below, wide eyed, shared looks with one another, and glanced back at Lucifer.

And broke out laughing.

"Oh, haha . . . he-haha, th-that's pretty good, Luce. Us? Train humans? To be KILLERS? Haha! You REALLY out done yourself, Lucy. Honest, job well done."

The Devil smiled. "Oh, do you really think that, Freddy?"

"Damn straight, Luce."

"That's unfortunate. Because I'm not," he growled, and a spinning black hole formed before them. Hell Guards stood behind each figure, smirking at each other with sharp teeth.

"You twelve have a year to transform two humans to murderers and send them to me. If you don't, there will be consequences on your part."

Before any of the slack-jawed killers could say or do anything, the guard behind them shoved them all into the portal at the same time, with the portal closing soon after their leavings.

The woods were quiet, without counting the blowing of wind, scattering of rodents, the ever-present hoot of an owl, the every-now-and-then howl of a coyote, and now the shouts of falling men and their weights dropping to the dirt.

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, pat, pat ; while one figure just floated down.

"Hey, Creeper, you DO realize that you could have just flew down, yes?"
"Shut the fuck up, Djinn." (A/N: Yeaaaahhh, Jeepers Creepers can talk in this story, okay? Makes it easier to handle with.)

The eleven men on the ground groaned, and eventually got to their feet.

"Goddammit. Where the Hell are we going to find humans that look like they have any potential to be killers?"

"Hmm. The Asylum?"
"Nah, too used."
"The gym?"
"Too stupid."
"McDonalds?"
"Too fat. Won't keep up."
"Bars?"
"Too whiny, depressed or egoistic."
"Vegas?"
"Too fucked over."
"Germany?"
"Too fuckin' pissed."

Then they head the sound of off-key singing of many people, and laughing.

Following the noise silently, they hid where the trees stopped and observed what was before them.

"A camp?"
"Possibly."