Entering the factory was easier than he thought. It wasn’t however easy to see the warehouse empty. There were some crates and some production lines but nothing that said this place was used for drug manufacturing or shipment. Mr. Satan looked around to see if there was something his missed when Lucy spoke.
“See I told you that guy was talking shit. Lets go back to our Hideout and finish up for the night. I got an early shift tomorrow.” Lucy said sounding like she had had enough of tonight.
“Fine. You wait here and Ill check out the office upstairs.When I am done we can leave.” Mr. Satan said as he walked towards the stairs.
“Your gonna leave me all alone!” Lucy replied not very happy with her boss.
“All alone?”Lucy continued shocked at his decision.
“In a big spooky warehouse?!” Lucy went on hoping to get some response from him.
Mr. Satan began walking up the steps before he finally responded to her.
“Yes I am.” Mr. Satan said climbing the steps slowly
“Well Screw you asshole!” Lucy said as she started to feel nervous about this place. Like someone was watching her.
“I wont be long. Calm down.” Mr. Satan said as he opened the door to the office.
The office was completely different from that of the main building. It was clean and looked like it had been used recently.There were files on the table that looked like they were shipping manifest’s that recorded some movement from this warehouse. Mr.Satan read over the documents and they stated that there was a product being made and moved from this location daily. What Mr.Satan could gather from this was that they used the building during the day and then left the building as abandoned looking as possible. Except for the foreman behind all this who liked to keep his office neat. On the table there was an opened pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Lifting the mask a little he put the smoke in his mouth and lit it. As he breathed in the heavy taste of nicotine and tar he noticed the same name pop up in each of the manifests. The supervisor of each of the shipments and apparently supervised the delivery of each shipment. The next person up for interrogation was a Mr.Orlando. The cigarette was now coming close to an end and this file was all he needed. The benefactor of this operation was blanked out. With good reason of course.
“Never know what kind of masked freak might show up” Mr.Satan heard next to him.
None was there. The room was empty. Was he thinking out loud or was his more human side taking control over its body?
“Dudley?” Mr. Satan said silently as he looked around the room.
Rubbing his head, he put out the cigarette and pulled down his mask. He was hearing things and maybe the stress had gotten to him. Maybe he should give Dudley a day or three rest before he came to the surface again. He couldn’t do that though. He opened the door, only to be greeted with Lucy shouting.
“Boss Help!” She shouted causing Mr.Satan to come out of the room carefully.
“Whoever is in there better come out slowly and no funny business.” The voice said.
Mr.Satan stood at the top of the stairs, his body shrouded by darkness.
“Big mistake.” The voice said as he fired his gun.
Mr.Satan dodged it narrowly and landed in the shadows behind some crates. Mr.Satan was surprised he expected more from this thug, but he had to take care of this before that guy hurt Lucy.
“Hey freak! Come out and face me like a man or the girly gets it!” He shouted as he waled towards the center of the warehouse.
Mr.Satan sneaked along the production line and saw the huge individual holding the bruised Lucy. She had clearly put up a fight and lost. Her tazer was her only chance to escape but he had a tight grip around her.
“I’m gonna count to three! Come out by then or she decorates the place with her brains.” He said as he seemed to get more nervous.
Mr.Satan rolled behind a fork lift as he got closer to the large man.
“I’m so sick of you Masked freaks messing with me!” He shouted holding the gun out.
This caught Mr. Satan’s attention. How many other masked men were around this city. Unless this man had met Mr.Satan before and that gave Mr.Satan the upper hand. Mr.Satan silently walked across the floor and was now almost behind him.
“3” The man shouted as Mr.Satan got closer.
“2” He shouted as Mr.Satan ducked stood up from the darkness behind him.
“Hello” Mr.Satan said behind the man as he walked slowly towards him.
“WHAT THE FU-” The man shouted as he spun around to meet Mr. Satan. His face suddenly changed from angry to full of fear.
He threw Lucy across the room and watched as Mr.Satan approached him slowly.
“Your…Your dead! He Killed you!” Sonny said recognising Mr.Satan as he approached him slowly.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you? When there is no more room in hell, the dead shall walk the earth.” Mr. Satan said as the gun was aimed at him.
“Come now you saw how useful the last gun that was used on me was.” Mr.Satan said as he approached Sonny.
In a fit of fear Sonny fired his weapon and missed Mr. Satan completely. Mr.Satan rushed Sonny and grabbed his arm flipping hims over his body and unarming him in the process.
“Get up” Mr.Satan said in an angry tone.
Sonny got up slowly, but was soon raised to his feet by Mr.Satan and headbutted across the room.
“What are you doing here? Wheres Mr. Abelle?” Mr.Satan asked as he walked towards Sonny.
Sonny blindly swung at Mr.Satan only to have his arm grabbed by the Masked Demon. Mr. Satan’s voice began to get more intimidating.
“This was the arm I dislocated the other day.” He said examining it.
“No..Please don’t…”Sonny begged as he looked at Mr. Satan.
“You should really have let it heal up first.” Mr.Satan said as he dislocated it again.
Sonny’s screams were enough to make Lucy feel pity for him. He was begging Mr.Satan to stop causing him pain but Mr.Satan kept inflicting as much damage as he could onto this thug.
“Answer me!” Mr.Satan shouted at Sonny.
“I don’t know man! Please stop!” Sonny shouted as he pulled out a knife and lunged at Mr.Satan.
It stabbed Mr.Satan in the shoulder blade and Mr.Satan punched Sonny in the jaw. The knife still in his shoulder,Sonny remained on the ground backing away from Mr.Satan for some kind of mercy. Mr.Satan picked up Sonny from the ground. Gripping his color Mr.Satan looked at Sonny in the eyes and asked him: “Who is Supplying this warehouse?”
Sonny mumbled something under his breath and was thrown onto the crate.
“I’ll have answers Sonny! Or I will have Blood!” Mr.Satan threatened Sonny as he grabbed his throat.
“Now I wont ask again.” Mr.Satan said.
“Bradshaw…” Sonny said in great pain.
“What?” Mr.Satan said not quite sure if he had heard that right.
“The Bradshaw corporation. One of the big wigs. I think its the owner I don’t know!” He shouted as Mr.Satan pulled him to his feet.
“If your lying to me, you are going to experience a pain that would make your boss sick.” Mr.Satan said throwing the goon to the ground and removing the knife from his shoulder.
“Lady Lylett lets go. We have one more stop to make.” Mr.Satan said as he approached the exit.
“You guys are dead! Ya hear me Dead!”Sonny shouted as they left the building.
Dudley’s father was still awake in his study, when the clock struck midnight. He listened carefully as the bell rang. He had made it a habit since his eldest daughter died to spend more time away from his other children of which for the most he saw non of himself in.The only child he saw some resemblance of himself in was that of Dudley. He saw himself as a young man in Dudley. Out of control and needing to settle down. But he doubted the greatest of tamers could tame his son. That was something he both hated and admired about Dudley. On the twelfth tone of midnight the lights shut off leaving Edward Bradshaw in the darkness. Assuming that one of the fuses had blown he didn’t think it was necessary to call one of the help about it, they would have it back to normal shortly. Suddenly the windows flew open and a hand wrapped around the mouth of Mr.E Bradshaw.
“Do me a favor and Don’t scream” The dark voice said as it held its hand on Edwards face.
“Scream and we are gonna have more then one problem on our hands understand me?” The voice said.
Edward nodded compliantly and the hand was removed from his face. Edward turned around and saw a man in a red coat that was wearing a mask. He assumed this was the vigilante that had been in the papers Mr.Devil. There was no point in being aggressive in this situation so Edward decided to see what this Lunatic wanted.
“So.Your the Devil man?” Edward asked looking at the masked man.
“Correct and I don’t have much time.” Mr.Satan said as he looked at Dudley’s father.
“Might I ask you to make an appointment like everyone else so as not to catch me this late at night” Edward asked looking at the masked man.
Mr.Satan threw the bag of pills on the table and looked at Dudley’s fathers curious face.
“What are these?” Edward asked looking at the strangely shaped pills.
“Jack” Mr. Satan said as Edward backed away from the pills.
“WHY DID YOU BRING THEM TO ME!” Edward shouted now furious at this man bringing drugs into his house.
“Your companies supplying the distributors with the funding to make these…or someone in the company is.” Mr.Satan said glaring at Dudley’s father.
“And you think its me?” Dudley’s father asked feeling like he was being interrogated.
“Yes. If it wasn’t you it was somebody in your family. And believe me..I’m keeping a close eye on you all.” Mr.Satan said as he jumped out the window leaving Mr.Bradshaw with his thoughts.
I really like how you did the whole vomit effect.
I really like how you did the whole vomit effect.
