Saturday, October 8, 2011

Clint Eastwood's Last Ride: Hang High 2 - a horror story

(originally posted on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 - but in the news and our lives every day)

Imagine that Clint Eastwood is saddling
up for the last time and that he has warrants for every crook, slime ball and miscreant on Wall Street and throughout the nation who contributed to the
current financial disaster.
He is also under instructions to bring back the worst offenders dead
or alive. Along with him are Morgan Freeman, Gene Hackman, and Samuel Jackson. None of them have shaved recently, and they look like they have ridden from Silver City Nevada without a bath. They are the modern day four Horsemen of the apocalypse for financial felons. Don't be afraid, be very afraid.

They ride across the Brooklyn Bridge, through lower Manhattan to the Goldman Sachs Building. Clint, Morgan, and Samuel dismount while Gene proceeds up Broadway with a mule following behind him. Clint reaches into a leather pouch and pulls out a large handful of warrants. He distributes them to Morgan and Samuel, and the three of them walk up to the front door. They are immediately confronted by security guards, but when Clint squints at them the guards all melt away. The three men draw their weapons, enter the building, and then ride up the elevator. A half an hour later, 50 men are marched out of the building onto a waiting bus. This is no ordinary bus, it's a black bus with the words "Bound for Hell" written on the side of it.

After leaving the Goldman Sachs Building, the four horsemen proceed to Morgan Stanley, J.P. Morgan, and on to Citigroup. By the time they are finished at Citigroup six busloads of prisoners have been collected. While Clint, Morgan and Samuel have been rounding up their felons, Gene Hackman rode to Bernie Madoff's apartment. Gene rides up the elevator and knocks on Bernie's apartment door. When Bernie opens the door Gene sticks the warrant in front of his face and grabs him by the collar. Gene drags Bernie down every step and out the front door. He puts Bernie on the mule facing backwards, ties his feet together, and his hands behind him to the pommel.

Clint is chewing on a cigar when Gene rides up towing Bernie behind him. The four men ride to the Holland Tunnel; the six buses following them. A half hour later, the four horsemen emerge towing Bernie behind them. But the buses are nowhere to be seen. Screams are heard from within the tunnel, but when police are sent in to investigate they can't find the source of the screams. Neither can scientific investigators find any sign of the buses.

Even as Clint, Morgan, Samuel, and Gene ride south towards Washington, and eventually Charlotte, with an even larger bundle of warrants, the buses still don't emerge from the tunnel. In fact, the buses are never seen again. Perhaps the "Bound for Hell" on the side of the buses wasn't a metaphor. On to Washington. The buses filled with prisoners from the Senate, the House of Representatives, lobbyists, and other miscreants, also disappear never to be found again.

The screams continue for weeks and months. Ordinary drivers wearing earplugs are able to drive through the tunnel. However, anyone working in the financial industry is driven insane as soon as they enter the tunnel.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Unholy Embrace vampire novel - attacked by a white werewolf

Nessa is attacked by a white werewolf

When I turned around, a tall, muscular, blond haired, young woman stood between me and the door. Her large hands held a six-foot long round metal pipe with both ends capped by pieces of steel sharpened to fine points. Silver coated the last few inches on the tips. She had a feral look on her fine featured face. The way she held the pipe, and balanced on the balls of her feet, indicated her training as a martial artist.
Nohuman, however skilled in the martial arts, could hope to take on a vampire, even when armed with a lethal weapon. When I examined her more closely, I saw the heavy covering of fine blonde hairs on her arms. She was a werewolf, requiring me to be more careful in fighting her.
When I took a step forward, she jabbed at me with the pipe, but not with the intent of stabbing me, but rather to test my reaction. I took another step, which gave her a chance to pierce my heart with the point of the pole. She jabbed at me, but before it reached my body, I grabbed it with both hands and snapped it towards the ceiling. She responded by snapping downwards on the pipe, breaking it in half. This caught me by surprise. The force of my own momentum carried my half of the pipe into the ceiling, almost jarring it from my hands leaving me defenseless for a moment...