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Nightmare · (10-23-2013)

Nightmare

Sat at a blackjack table in the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Stan continued to bet consistently never raising his bet never lowering it. He wanted as little attention drawn to himself as possible. He wasn’t really here in sin city for a normal vacation of gambling or to experience the wonderful live shows that are on offer, either the legal or non legal kind. No he was here for just one reason and that was to continue his investigation of Andrew Cundy. Stan had walked into the Golden Nugget Casino where he had followed Andrew to the evening before and booked himself into a last minute room. He was now sat going threw the motions of a game of blackjack all while looking over the shoulder of the dealer to Cundy who was sat on the next table along. Luckily he hadn’t yet been spotted by Cundy after they met in the club that night, Andrew was quite drunk that night so Stan hoped he wouldn’t have remembered him but he wasn’t taking any chances. Stan was slouched in his seat so his face was covered by the dealer stood in front of him and just occasionally peaking around to see if his target was still sat playing. This could be a long night.

Andrew had said when he was drunk that he was heading out here on business, but what kind of business, was it genuine business that would relate to his construction company, or something else. There was definitely something about Andrew that didn’t quite add up. Yes he owned his own construction company that was worth a great deal of money but Stan had managed to get hold of a copy of the company’s books and figures. There was a site that his construction company was hired to build a couple of warehouses and some small offices on a couple of years ago. This was located on the outskirts of New Jersey. Stan had headed out to the site a few days ago to see what company the warehouses were built for but when he arrived he could see that there were no signs up anywhere that would hint to a company that would either rent or own the property there was just a single van parked outside, it was one of Andrew Cundy’s construction vans.

Stan found this odd so he looked further into the site and found out that the company name that had paid for the site to be built for the where called A.C. Hydraulic. Stan had never heard of this company before so he had opened his laptop and searched the web for the company’s website. There was a website but it had no content on it only a blank white screen with the name of the sites host. After investigating deeper Stan had some how persuaded the websites host to give some details of who the owner of the site was, the name he got should have shocked him but after all he had been through and found out about this case it didn’t, the owner of the site was a Mr. A Cundy. A.C. Hydraulic, Andrew Cundy Hydraulics, of course but Stan had never heard of that company and with a pair of warehouses that size one would assume they were a big deal, but there was no other information about them anywhere except on this invoice sheet from Andrew construction company and the unfinished website.

Stan had sat outside the warehouse for a while and never saw anybody come and go except of some smartly dressed men in suits, they looked like business men or lawyers. The strange thing though is they would walk in with identical suitcases and then walkout fifteen minutes later with the same suit case. It was a strange operation that Stan had no idea what was going on.

Anyway back to Vegas. As Stan sat in the table continuing his steady bets he noticed Andrew get up and walk away. Trying to keep his eye on his target he quickly collected his chips up and shoved them into his plastic tub and left the table shadowing Andrew through the casino. He pauses as Cundy approached the elevator and watched him enter. The elevator doors closed and Stan approached watching the numbers on the wall move up the floors. The numbers stopped briefly on 2 before continuing on to 3.

Floor two he thought to himself as the next elevator arrived at the casino floor. He entered it and hit the button for the second floor. The doors close and the elevator begins to rise.

Chris Macbeth approaches Nightmare who has been telling you this story sat in a dark gothic looking room. There are spiders crawling up the walls and damp batches on the ground. The only light that can be seen is from the moon shining though the cracked window and the candle on the small table trying its hardest not to go out by the force of the wind. Nightmare turns to look at Chris Macbeth and notices a shadowy figure behind his apprentice.

Meanwhile lurking in the shadows.

I had needed blood and fresh blood. The bagged crap nova was giving me wasn’t working. This...boy smelled incredible. Call it tunnel vision but i attacked. Slamming the kid into the floor, my fangs extended.

Seeing Macbeth tumble to the ground Nightmare launched himself at his apprentice’s attacker grabbing him by the throat and driving him into the wall. The attacker snarled and Nightmare could see the razor sharp fangs glistening in the moonlight through the window. He then at that moment realises who Macbeths attack was.

Nightmare

Misery!

Macbeth gets to his feet and moves back behind Nightmare who releases his would be partner for the next round of the Lethal Lottery Tournament allowing his feet to drop back down to the hard concrete floor below.

Zak Misery

That was my meal! I snarled and tackled the larger man, claws ripping into his flesh and fangs tearing at his throat.

"Gah!"

His feet connected with my stomach and he threw me over his head. Luckily, I dug my claws into the wall and climbed back in the rafters, keeping myself a good distance from him.

"Who are you?"

I growled softly, my black eyes watching the two men closely.

Who the fuck is you? You sick freak. Macbeth shouts up to the rafters.

Nightmare holds out his hand as to stop his apprentice’s barrage of abuse.

This, my apprentice is Zak Misery. The one I am to partner with this weekend at Lethal Warfare.

Yeah we'll that sick fuck better get back down here so I can kick his ass. Cone on you little fuck.

MACBETH NO! We need us all in one piece despite our differences so we can succeed in passing through to the next round.

Macbeth looks up to the shadows in the rafters.I will fucking get you Misery.

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