Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Final FanFiction- Vince


Fanfic Final-
Evil Dead: Clean up on aisle 5

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the source material The Evil Dead: Army of darkness written by Sam Raimi and Ivan Raimi. This is taken from the final scene in Evil Dead: The army of darkness film. In this interpretation i have changed the point of view and amped up the violence factor. This story contains violence and offensive language.

I hope you who is about to read it enjoys it.


A light rain drifted from the dark grey afternoon sky as a man in a crumpled brown suit approached Stan through the chaos of cursing paramedics and the screaming wounded. Police cruisers and emergency vehicles surround the front of the S-mart shopping complex sealing it off from the public. The man in brown was homicide detective Daniel Gant. A craggy faced ten year veteran who had seen it all, but this incident left a bad taste in his mouth. Beneath the eaves of the shopping center Stan shivered under the rough blanket the paramedics had wrapped around him. He tried to make sense of what he had witnessed a few short moments ago. The tension still gripped him. Gant stopped and stared, "I'm detective Gant" he said abruptly as he flashed his badge, he then produced a pen and pad from his coat. "I just need you to tell me exactly what happened". Ice blue eyes locked onto Stan's soft featured face. ”Ok” Stan replied unsure of what to say. "So, what do you know about him?" Gant asked gesturing towards a blood spattered man being led to an unmarked car by two burly officers. He was heavily built with jet black hair and an odd prosthetic hand that looked like a gauntlet. "Who, Ash?"  Stan muttered, he ran his fingers nervously through thinning brown hair. "Well I started here about a week ago" revealing the trainee badge on his light blue S-mart smock. "So all I can really say is that he seemed normal” he paused. “Well, except for his hand". "Yes, I noticed" Gant stated “Alright, start from the top" Gant stared at Stan readying his pen for the onslaught. "Tell me everything ". Stan took a deep breath, exhaled sharply then began.


The store was in the midst of a blue light special that week; customers were milling about the main thoroughfare that ran from one end of the store to the other. In Stan’s area, the housewares section, they idly chatted while perusing the deals. Easy listening music wafted through the store giving a sense of being in a colossal, well lit elevator. That morning Stan had been given the task of restocking the personal grooming aisle. As he was placing electric razors on the shelf he turned to see Ash at the far end of the aisle nonchalantly talking to an elderly man, "why it's just to the right and two aisles over, sir" Ash said, pointing the way with his metal hand. "Thank you son" the elderly man replied. “Shop smart, shop s-mart" Ash finished and gave a wide grin. Stan felt it was just a bullshit cheesy line but Ash seemed to genuinely enjoy saying it, maybe just to bug customers he thought.


Stan placed the price on the finished display when he heard a sharp buzzing sound suddenly emanating from the overhead lighting, a cold sensation ran down his spine. He shuddered and looked around, just customers, and Ash, who now wore a look of dread concern. The lights flickered erratically. A bead of cold sweat formed on Stan’s brow, he turned to look down the aisle, when the lights flickered then dimmed. Suddenly a piercing scream was heard and then the sound of scrambling feet followed by a strange wet ripping noise, he stood bolt upright and saw customers in a frenzied scramble to get out, knocking over stands and crashing into one another in the flashing light. He felt a surge of panic as he saw Ash sprinting headlong towards sporting goods, instinctively he followed. Moving out of his aisle he stopped almost stumbling on a dismembered arm that lay on the floor, blood pooling around the stump. Retching from the smell of blood he then saw pieces of what looked to be torso. He moved behind the counter near Ash. "Godammed sonovabitch!" Ash exclaimed as he smashed open a cabinet containing hunting rifles. Seeing Stan, Ash yelled “watch the counter!” as he released a lever action rifle from the case. Stan did as he was told, his heart hammering in his chest as he poked his head over the counters edge to see a woman in the dim light. It looked like she was helping someone up. The lights flickered on and Stan saw the red meat dangling from her claw-like hands and the grimace on her contorted face. “Hey ugly! I’m afraid you will have to leave the store, Bitch!” Ash yelled. A hoarse inhuman scream came from the woman as she made to charge the counter, then an explosion. The lights flickered, the woman’s head vaporised as the bullet from Ash’s rifle found its mark. “Move!!” screamed Ash as he fired again. Stan couldn’t move, Ash grabbed him and hauled him up. “Get to the godammed exit!”  A figure rose up in front of the counter only to be cut down by Ash’s rifle. “Say hi to disco for me!” Ash bellowed at the now headless thing. Stan saw another, this time clearly, the face bloated and rotten, the features twisted into a terrible mask.  Ash fired again hitting it in the chest; it moved, only to receive another salvo to the gut nearly cutting it in two. Black blood sprayed everywhere.  The lights went out completely. The only sources of light were the muzzle flashes from the rifle and the faint glow from the distant exit. “Come on you Deadite Fuckers!” Ash thundered as he fired again. “The exit!” Ash yelled. Stan moved like never before while Ash decimated those creatures behind him. Just as he reached the door he heard a sound, a low guttural growl followed by “we will devour your soul”. The dull light from outside was a relief as he broke into the car park.


"That's about it, then you guys arrived, Holy shit". Stan said. Gant closed his notepad. "Ok, we are done for now" he said. Turning away Gant stopped as another officer approached him with a wild look in his eyes. He was shouting hysterically about a massacre happening all over town as gunshots and screams overtook his ranting’s. Everything went berserk. Hundreds of those things were now in the car park killing everything in their path. A car suddenly screeched to a halt in front of Gant and Stan. Ash was driving. “Get in or die! Your choice” He yelled. He had somehow subdued the officers and stolen their cruiser. Giving no thought to the situation they both sprang into the car as it sped off. Ash turned to his passengers “looks like this might be the end fellas” Grinning he turned back and drove.


To be continued?




Reference:Evil Dead: Army of darkness Director: Sam Raimi, Film release 1993 (USA) Writers: Sam Raimi, Ivan Raimi








3 comments:

  1. Hi Vince! Wow, just wow! Normally this is not the sort of thing I would ever attempt to read but I loved that! I really like the way you wrote in, in that you managed to convey the past tense but made the reader feel like they were actually in Stan's shoes. It's a shame we were limited to such a small word count because I want to know more! Why and how did Ash know what to do? I really enjoyed that. Really well written nice job!

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  2. Oh and side note, I love the title too!

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  3. Hey Vince, I loved reading your Fanfic! I agree with Bella, such a shame that you have a restriction on your word count!!! I want to read more, made me sit on the edge of my seat! Well done sir! Hats off to you~!

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