by Grimm, I'm Not Mister Mxypltk and thedoctor
"--President is expected to declare La Perdita a disaster area and petition the U.N. for aid once Hurricane Jason is over. Meanwhile, hurricane trackers in the southeastern U.S. are avidly watching the storm to determine what course it will take after it passes over the Caribbean."
"Wes... step forward."
"Yes, Master." Wes did as he was told. He knelt down in front of where Stein sat, showing no emotion.
"You have failed me, Wes. Your soldiers are poorly trained and unprepared. They have done nothing to achieve our goals, and have acted like common human vandals content merely to smash things because they are there. The Harbringer is still out there, and he has made us look like fools."
Wes began to tremble and plead. "No, master, it wasn't my fault. It was the blood-addicts; they are not as strong as we pales."
"Silence! Begging only serves to worsen your case, you pathetic wretch. You are just as bad as Feznek. You shall be stripped of your abilities, but not your immortality. I want you to know suffering as few have before you. Take him away!"
Master Stein motioned at Wes' quivering form as two large, burly pales moved out of the shadows and grabbed him on either side. They walked him out of the room and down the hall toward a small chamber. The door was locked and bolted shut. One of the guards produced a set of old keys on a large ring and began to open the door.
The door swung open to reveal a pedestal, upon which sat a small fish bowl containing one goldfish. Wes' eyes fell upon the fish, and he began to scream at the top of his voice. The two guards threw him into the room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. Wes' screams could be heard throughout the pales' hideout. Stein smiled sadistically.
Danny Hearn and the team looked down at the remains of the Royal Crown Tower and the bodies of the vamps that had been crushed. They couldn't be sure that they had gotten them all; however, they didn't see any more in the immediate area.
Suddenly, something appeared on the ground, reflecting sunlight back up at them. "Hal, eagle eyes," Danny quickly said. Hal complied, and Danny noticed it was a small walkie-talkie with the Sandcrawler Security logo emblazoned on the side. "It's from Grissom! Ameristar, could you...?"
Before Danny could finish the sentence, she swooped down, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and was back at the rooftop. "Sure, no problem," she said, smiling.
The walkie-talkie crackled to life. "--is Grissom Montag, if you can hear me, we are trapped in the basement. The building collapsed... we got the refugees out, but M'xy, Grimm, and I are stuck down here... M'xy was hit on the head by a piece of concrete... He's hurt, I don't know how badly... Grimm is looking for an escape route... zzzzchhkck! Can anyone hear me?"
Grissom Montag continued to talk into his radio as he sat over M'xy's unconscious form. He failed to notice the dark shadows coming up over his shoulder until they were almost upon him.
"Frail human! You cannot hope to stand against us! Where is the Harbringer? Bring him before us that he may beg us for his life before praying to his impotent gods!" The pales broke out in laughter at this.
Montag saw a quick flash of steel and blue light. The pale closest to him stopped laughing and began to choke. Slowly his head slid off of his body and fell to the floor. The body itself followed.
Montag and the pales looked in the direction the light had come from and saw Grimm, axe ready. Grimm pointed at the pales and motioned for them to make their move. A pale lunged forward and quickly stopped as Grimm punched into his abdomen, gripping his spine and yanking it out of his body, along with his skull and all connected organs. The pale's skull screamed defiantly as its body collapsed. Grimm began to swing the spine and skull around in his right hand, while slashing at the remaining pales with his left.
Commander Koslov sat aboard the Korystnyj, his submarine, and wondered about the anomaly the ship's sonar had picked up. He sighed to himself and hoped his assignment had not just become more difficult.
A few miles from the coast of the island, Gnaw swam with his brethren. He was growing tired of waiting for Stein's signal. He had noticed the human vessel going toward the island earlier. He wondered if that also was a part of Stein's plan. He was growing more and more impatient. He wanted to finish the job and get paid, so that he could return to his teammates and gloat. He also wanted to feed. So did the sharks.
"We've got to do something," Montag said to the unconscious M'xy. "We can't just sit here while Grimm fights the vampires, can we?"
At that moment, the leg of a pale came flying in Montag's direction, and he had to duck to avoid getting hit by it.
"Though he's doing an amazing job."
Grissom bent and started patting M'xy in the face, hoping to wake him up. "Come on, boy... M'xy? M'xy?" Montag said, and then he changed the tactic. "Mick? Are you in there?"
Suddenly, Mick Harrison started reacting. "Ummmm... Skipper?" Mick said, confused.
"No, it's me, Grissom," Montag said. "Mick, we've got to help Grimm!"
"Oh, I know exactly what to do!" Mick said, getting on his feet.
"Do you?" Montag said as he got on his feet himself.
"Yeah! M'xy--" Mick said, and as M'xy took control of the body once again, he fell unconscious to the ground.
"I'll be damned if that makes any sense," Montag muttered.
"GRIMM! GRIMM! COME BACK, GRIMM!" Danny yelled as Grimm's voice disappeared from the walkie-talkie. "We've got to get them out of there."
"I'll get them," Ameristar said while teleporting into the chamber below. Unfortunately, the heroine teleported right into the path of Grimm's axe as it was coming back from gutting a vampire. The flat side of the axe smacked against her head and knocked her out cold, next to M'xy.
"This isn't really working out," Grissom said as the new body fell to the floor close to him.
Dirk and Danny were waiting on the surface. "Where in the hell is she? What's talking them so long?" wondered Dirk as the minutes passed by.
"Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's not good," Danny replied.
"Why so sad, comrades?" Blackwulf said as he approached the two. "I've just been off with Comrade Chance collecting souvenirs." He held out his hands to show semi-squashed brains in both of his bloody hands. "Comrade Chance had much luck in falling into hole and bringing me with him. Most vampires past us by. Enough stopped to have fun with us." He smiled a large and devilish grin.
"Where's Chance now?" Danny asked, forgetting that he had already asked too many questions already that day.
"Comrade is cleaning his shirt. Playing with vampires gets very much messy."
"Well, Wulf, are you ready to get your hands dirty... er? Maybe you can pull some of that rubble off of M'xy, Grissom, and Grimm..."
"GREEM! Greem is under there? Out of my way!" He began to toss concrete left and right.
"That's still a lot of debris, and the hurricane is coming in right behind us. Do you really think he can get there in time?" Dirk asked Danny.
"If Chance will hurry up and get here, we might just get lucky."