The Imp revised

[sweety]

The Imp revised

Biddy heard doctor Zoo telling Striver, her husband, that she had passed away. Floating above the hospital bed she could see him and the twins crying. At that moment Biddy felt very humble, she could hardly believe that they loved her so much.

Moving towards the light the world was calm and clear.
A tunnel appeared beyond the brilliant radiance and drew her to it. Its luminous moon revealing the multicoloured warm interior. But her euphoria gave way to fright when a menacing shadow, up to devilment, radiated hostility and a vulture ripped her nightgown, leaving her vulnerable to the rats nibbling at her feet. Running away she saw a creepy tormented wolfhound, standing upright, howling, as the moon flickered and died.

Then a great force as the tunnel jettisoned her on her journey into the unknown. After a time the tunnel came to an abrupt end and a voice said: ''Next stop, Hells gate'' and threw her out. Falling to her knees she felt the filthy earth sinking under her weight. Feeling a presence she looked up and saw the one they call Beelzebub. She waited with abated breath to be executed. Instead he welcomed her to the serpent's abyss.

''Come sit awhile with me'' the devil was tempting her. Looking at his domain from the magnificent throne she saw Angels throwing dead bodies into the fires that were endlessly burning. The sight was horrifying. The air foul, it was an appalling hell.
Seeing how panic-stricken she was he put his arm around her shoulder consolingly.
''I know you love your family Biddy and I'm going to send you back, because it's not your time and besides I have work for you, in return I offer you eternity but the choice must be yours to make."

Biddy was enraptured with the revelation that she might once again dwell amongst the living.
''But why me? I’m not indoctrinated in the ways of the cult.''
''Let me worry about that'', said the blackguard mischievously, sending shivers through Biddy.

''What is it you want me to do?'' she asked.
''All will be revealed in good time. Now before you go away let me treat you to the beguilements of hell." Feeling his tongue deep in her mouth she responded eagerly to his advances, the fire of his powerful body melting away her Christianity. She embraced Hells atmosphere.

Floating in the bowels of Hell with 666 astride her, she thought she recognized a man sporting a moustache, as Hitler, but when the TV images of the second world war flooded her hard drive her tour ended abruptly.

At the service in the church or All Saints lay Biddy's corpse in a well crafted cardboard box. An environmentalist all her life she didn’t want to be tainted as a fraud. Her grandmother gazing into the open casket was asking God why her granddaughter had to die so young. When Biddy shouted for Striver to help her out, Granny left out a nervous chuckle and dropped dead. She fell against the box, knocking it off its support and fell in. Striver helped a struggling Biddy out from under grandma. "It must have been a terrible ordeal for you" he said to his bewildered wife, finding herself in front of a four-year old boy who asked if they were going to cremate granny instead.

Helping her to her feet he could hardly believe his eyes. ''Let's get you back home'', but Biddy was worried about grandma.
''I will see to it''. She barely heard him. The twins rushed to her asking if it was a near death experience. "Yes, my little darlings, that’s exactly what it was." Dishevelled she left the church with the support of family and friends.


Alone with Striver she told him she had to go away for a few days, she couldn’t explain it now but promised on her return she would tell him everything.

An address in Amsterdam and a number to contact was all she had to go on. She asked Striver to book her on the next flight and with the help of the twins packed a bag. She concocted an excuse for the twins promising to be back in a few days. Striver drove her to the airport and watched her plane take off.

She slept through most of the flight only waking up as the aircraft landed. After clearing customs and passport control she caught a train to Amsterdam Central station and from there a taxi to a small hotel in the red-light district. The reception was expecting her. ''If you will just sign the register please, I'll have the porter take your luggage to your rooms.''

Dialling the devils help line in her suite, a voice said: ''I am Hoof, servant to 666, welcome to hell, meet me at the Newmarket nightclub in one hour'' and gave her the address.

When she got to the club a weird-looking hippie was signalling for her to join him. ''Please be seated, I am Hoof, do you like champagne and caviar?''.
Biddy wasn't sure: ''I don’t know.''
"Here try a glass.''
''Yes, that’s nice'', Biddy was enjoying the bubbling liquid. ''And now a little caviar", spoon-feeding her. "Seeing as there's no future for the human species we might as well go out with a blast. Smoke?'' he offered and handed her a reefer.

''Is this legal?'' Biddy didn't want to be arrested, after all she had a mission to accomplish, her life depended on it. ''Yeah babe all above-board, relax, you're in the hands of the man''. His cell phone jingled.
"We must go now, we have a rendezvous with the 666 family."

Walking through the streets of the red-light district in the twilight hours with this unearthly hippie was brazen, as were the night-time ladies in their sexy lingerie, fingers curled, enticing men into the warmth of their bosom and who could, for a small fee, experience the orgasm of a life time, feel like a pioneer in the Old West, throw their Stetson in the air and ride on. To hell with society.

At the entrance to a dodgy looking hotel she lay her head on his shoulder, feeling very languorous.

''A special table for Biddy'' said a strange she-man. Seeing her confusion Hoof said: "This is our earthling master." The transvestite apologised for being a drag and went on to tell her that she was "The Chosen One".
''I can feel it", he said, slipping a tab of LSD into her mouth. ''Your first target is the Mayor of Amsterdam.''

Biddy interrupted and tried to tell him that she wasn't a hit man, but the acid had kicked in and the universe had become a fearful place with its kaleidoscope of colours and grotesque freaks, songs from the sixties were blasting out on an old-fashioned turntable. Vaguely remembering the words she sang along and watched the demons remove their outrageous costumes taking free love to a new dimension, before slowly sinking into the gooey liquid rug. Topless mermaids sipping exotic liqueurs came to her rescue. ''Don’t fret dear Biddy" sang the transvestite, "you will not be alone in your quest, the 666 family will be your guide.''

"All mayors are surreptitious" Biddy said in slow-motion, the LSD taking over.
The transvestite continued: ''He has one of three silver coins that, when connected, empowers the holder with awful power. In the hands of our master, Beelzebub, it will enable his highness to walk amongst us.
The coins are in the hands of three people. At this very minute our brother Irish and sister Mary are on the streets looking for the mayor. That’s all you need to know for now, O Chosen One.''

Biddy found it obscure and was passing into a bad trip. Hoof saw it too and put a tab of mescaline under her tongue. "Let it dissolve slowly" he said, blowing white powder up her nose.

Hoof huddled Biddy into a hearse and they drove off. "Irish and Mary, inner members of the 666 family, had kidnapped the mayor" he gloated. They screeched to a halt outside the dodgy hotel. Inside, the mayor demanded to be set free, but Hoof had other plans for him.

''Get the dog'' he said. The ferocious looking beast that entered, foaming at the mouth, snarling at anything that moved, was a pit-bull terrier, rabies stamped on its forehead. The mayor, a learned man, panicked, there was no mistaken the signs or the pain, when the dog drove his teeth into his soft flesh.

Mary opened her little bag of tricks, removing a syringe. "The antidote", she said "It's yours if you give us the coin."
The mayor relinquished. ''It's grafted to my buns" he snivelled.

Hoof led a very inebriated Biddy to the operating table and placed a scalpel in her hand. ''I can't...''
''Why not Biddy, you are the Chosen One, not another soul can touch the coin.''

Biddy heard the call of duty and went to work on the mayor's buns. Her drugged condition a blessing and there it was... : the first silver coin.:reddevil:

More silver coins to come

[MANICHAEAN]

Wow sweety, thats one hell of an imagination & my plodding footsteps were struggling to keep up with your mountain goat like leaps from one scene to another! But I enjoyed the story. More silver coins to come?
Regards
M.

[sweety]

Thanks Manichaean for your comments, sorry about the mountain-goat like leaps. I have a lot to learn, any way I have the rest of the story nearly finished and will post it soon. Would love advice , I have a habit of leaping with my other stories as well . Be warned, have a bucket or even a rope near by.:puke:
S

[sweety]

Back at the hotel the transvestite read from the masters instructions: The head of the local Hells Angels held the next coin.

Next morning they headed for the angels compound just outside the city centre. There was only one entrance to their sanctuary, a huge iron gate electrically operated. A few angels stood guard while the rest basked in the glorious sunshine. Hoofs cell phone jangled and he read the text message out loud: The angels were having a public day later that afternoon.
The plan was to cause confusion by setting off a few sticks of dynamite in the clubhouse, grab the boss and throw him into the car.

At the festivities their hearse was admired as they drove in, a lot of people showed up for the free beer and the angels bikes were also a big hit, in the bar was an arm wrestling competition going on.

Hoof set about spiking the drinks with bad LSD while Irish and Mary went in search of the boss.

The awful affects of the bad drug soon took over. Some angels took to the roof, dive-bombing their guests, then the dynamite blew the roof off the clubhouse.
Irish and Mary grabbed the boss man and during the ensuing mayhem drove off with their captive.

Back in the safe house they done everything to make the angel talk, but he was a tough character to crack.
"We need a rabid dog, it's the only way." Mary asked what happened to the last one. ''He died.'' The transvestite showed up and said they could find another one over the border in Germany and gave them the location and a map. After drugging the angel they climbed into the hearse and set off for Germany and mad dogs.

Some hours later they arrived at their destination and after parking the car they headed into the woods to look for the rabid dog. They did not have long to wait when a dog salivating at the mouth attacked Irish, tearing at his throat, but he managed to fire a tranquilliser dart at the dog before he died. Leaving Irish to the wolves they put the dog in the hearse and drove off.

Mary wanted to kill the mad dog but the others convinced her differently. She was very unhappy getting into the car with the killer dog and felt a deep sorrow at losing Irish. He had been the only one that showed any interest in her intellect, all the others wanted her body and talk dirty to her. He'd been a kind and gentle soul when he wasn't killing people.

Mary was the only child of Taurus Halfness, a vicar in the Anglican church and Silicon Halfness. Her mother was born a halfwit and took on the job of educating her daughter herself.
Taurus was against such an arrangement and fought tooth and nail against it, but he was no match for his wife and besides she had the goods on him. As a young vicar he liked to play with the call girls and it was on one of these occasional visits that changed his life for ever.

Silicon was the offspring of one of the older whores, who was on the look out for a suitable husband for her daughter and she had devised a clever plan to trap the vicar into marriage. One night she slipped him a Mickey Finn and paid a girl to pose on the bed with him in various compromising positions. She then took many photos. Confronted with such damning evidence he had little choice but to marry her daughter. Nine months later little Mary entered the world.

"There’s a restaurant up ahead, let's eat,'' said flamboyant Hoof, wanting something more substantial than the remnants of horse sandwiches and they pulled into the parking lot.

A pathetic junkie looking for something to steal stumbled on the hearse, skilfully opening the window to check for valuables, he found nothing. Moving to the rear he opened the doors where he spotted the dog who was having a nightmare.
''Now isn't that a bit of luck"... it was easy hot-wiring the piece of old junk, still it gave him the creeps. After calling a mate of his he drove to an address in Amsterdam where a dog fight was taking place and he sold "Rabid" to a gangland boss, who after injecting him with a dose of steroids, threw him into the ring with the champ .

The champ retained his cool, tactically manoeuvring himself into position and attacked. In the meantime Rabid exposed to danger was feeling the effects of the drugs and flew also into action. The two dogs met in the centre of the ring and a bloody battle ensued, then Rabid, who was by now fully awake, leaped into the spectators area, gnashing and biting. Panic broke out amongst the would-be hoodlums. Rabid went about his work with enthusiasm and escaped via the back gate.

After that carnage Rabid made his way along the streets of Amsterdam, looking for a quite place to die when he wandered into the devils hideout. Inside he saw the naked hells angel tied to the chair.

Painfully dragging his diseased and broken body towards the hells angel. There was just the two of them, trying to talk the dog down the angel offered it a cure. But Rabid had seen too much of this cruel world and didn't think it wise to prolong his life any longer and with that clasped his teeth to the hells angel leg.

The 666 family finally got back to the devils house and were surprised to find the mad dog at the hells angels feet. Hoof picked up Rabid thinking he was dead but saw there was still life in him.

The angel was distracted on seeing his mangled leg. ''Yes it's a nasty gash" said Mary, "I'll give you that, not to mention the venom released into your bloodstream, but we can help you." and showed him the antidote.
''And what do you want in return?''
"O, just to answer a few questions, that's all." Disheartened he told all and the second silver coin was in the palm of Biddy’s hand.

Piling into the hearse they were delighted to see Rabid still alive, even Mary forgave him.
Back in the dodgy hotel the transvestite had a treat for them: Free tickets to a rock-concert that night. ''My favourite band are playing "the Flashers", he said, we’re in for a treat, amphetamines any one before we go?"
The hearse came to a screeching halt outside the Rockall palace, the bouncers greeting the transvestite like royalty and told one of his serfs to take care of the family hearse. Hoof had the sleepy Rabid on a leash, he had grown fond of him.
The manager called a naked waitress of dubious origin to serve drinks to his guests and passed an opium pipe around. Walking to the ladies Biddy had the feeling that the world as she knew it was but a figment of her imagination, looking back towards the 666 family she wanted to shout for help, but the words stayed where they were.
Then the macabre rock band took to the stage in their notorious rain coat outfits, flashing the audience. The crowd went mad. Their first melody was a masterpiece of disgust. "More", they chanted, the lead guitarist, unbuttoning his raincoat slowly while the band played on, flashed the audience with his overbearing maleness. An intoxicated Biddy making her way back to the table had just time to notice his magnificent jewels when the lights dimmed, there was a hush as the artificial smog slowly lifted from the podium showing the shadow of a monk. ''Watch closely'' he said, showing the palms of his hands. The audience fell silent in expectancy. "Look!" a girl cried, "a miracle", falling to her knees.
Blood was dripping from his palms. The excitement was great, especially among the Gothic vampires who one by one mounted the stage to drink the monks blood. When the Flashers got spattered the band members started pulling their rain coats over their heads to protect themselves from the rain of blood and the sheer obscenity of it and decided to exit the stage.
But Rabid full of every drug known to man heard the sounds of war and he made his way to the stage attacking and mangling the raincoat band. "O for the love of Satan" screamed the front man , "deliver us from this obscenity." The manager deciding enough is enough and closed the tent.
Back at the dodgy hotel the transvestite read the final instructions: "Lord and Lady Smelly."
After popping a cocktail of drugs and an extra portion for Rabid, Biddy and the 666 family were on the road again for the Hilton hotel.
Leaving the hearse at the back entrance they entered the lobby, Mary knew the hotel well so they didn't have any problem finding Lord and Lady Smelly whereabouts.
Hoof opened his bag of tricks and bingo they were in, Lord and Lady Smelly were none too happy and challenged the gang. Hoof in his loftiest posh accent asked for the last coin.
''I don’t know what your talking about, get out before I call the police.''
Mary pulled the Lady’s knickers down and Rabid clasped his jaws on the furry thing between her legs and refused to let go.
Mary up to no good took a jack-knife from her gunny sack and cut one of the woman's breasts open. Smelly called Mary a psychopath. Returning the compliment she stabbed him in the buttocks several times.
"Talk to me, where’s the clue?"
Mary went about her work like a professional. Then he revealed it's hiding place. "My buns!" (seems to be a favourite spot..)
Leaving the same way as they came in and making their way to the hearse when the police opened fire on them. A hail of bullets hit Mary in the chest, she died instantly. Hoof set the drug crazed dog free and in the mayhem that followed Hoof and Biddy made their escape.
Back at the dodgy hotel the transvestite complimented them on a job well done and was sorry about Mary.
With the three coins firmly in the palm of her hand the devil returned Biddy to hell.
And as promised sent Biddy back home in time for her granny's funeral.
Rabid escaped the fire-power of the Dutch police and is still alive, earning a crust in the ring, he is to this day the unbeaten champ of the pit-bulls. :drool5: