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The Following Evil Trilogy: Return To The Castle
By tobycompy2.0
The Following Evil Trilogy
------------------Chapter I
------------------Return To The Castle
Garry and Jeff looked around, it seemed like it had been so long since they had last been to the castle. They walked up to the car and looked inside of it. They saw bloodstains everywhere, it couldn’t have been a more hideous sight. Garry couldn’t help but think about his father who had been killed by the werewolves.
Garry went around the back to get his shotgun shells. He opened the back and on the other side of it saw the decaying body of Court Leno. Garry almost vomited. He grabbed a handful of shotgun shells and walked back over to where Jeff Finure stood.
“I think its about time we found what this eye is all about.”
“Jeff, are you ready to walk in there?”
“Well.” Said Jeff. “My girlfriend has just been murdered by werewolves, I literally want them dead.”
Jeff walked up to the castle and opened the door. He looked around for a moment.
“This isn’t the way we came in.” Said Jeff.
“I think it’s the back door.” Said Garry.
They continued into the door. It appeared that they were in some type of cellar. But this cellar did not look very friendly. Much like all cellars. But this one was even worse. There were bloody tools everywhere.
“Werewolves don’t use tools do they?” Said Jeff.
“I would think it would have the previous owner of this castle.”
“You think the wolves inherited it?”
“Inherited it yes.” Garry said. “But I think they probably killed him.”
Jeff picked up a small axe, slightly bigger than a pick-axe. “You have a shotgun, I think I’ll carry this around with me.”
“Suit yourself--.” In front of Garry was a werewolf. Standing very still.
“Garry, what do we do?” Said Jeff.
“Wait…” Said Garry. “It’s stuffed.” Garry went over and touched the werewolf. It didn’t move. “Odd.”
“Do you think the man was a werewolf hunter?”
“Maybe.”
“Wait, look at this book!” Said Jeff. He opened it up and saw a drawing of a werewolf.
“Read it.” Said Garry.
“The werewolf bites and never lets go. It will hunt you down until you are dead. You will never survive if you’re bitten by a werewolf.” Jeff went onto the next passage.
“The werewolf has an eye that has existed as long as the earth has. If someone seeks out for it once and fails, then he will be trapped where the eye is forever. If a second person seeks out for the Eye, they will not be trapped where the werewolf is forever, but will destroy mankind, and the werewolves will take over the earth.”
Jeff dropped the book and looked at Garry. Garry had nothing to say.
“Are you saying… that if we don’t get the eye, then… mankind will…?”
“Well, then we must not fail.” Said Garry. He loaded his shotgun and walked up the stairs of the cellar.
RETURN TO THE CASTLE
--------------Chapter II
--------------The Castle
Jeff walked up the stairs after Garry, he had the book with him. “Garry, are you sure we can do this?”
“Look at it this way, Jeff.” Said Garry. “We have already set out for the Eye, we can’t give up now, because then no matter what, our world is doomed.”
“Okay, Garry.” He started reading the book again, aloud. “I have just found out that the eye is in my castle, I am going to abandon it, I am going to leave this retched place after all these years slaying wolves. The Wolf’s Eye has more power then getting someone out of the area of my castle. But only the person who gets it will know that power. There isn’t anymore, Garry.”
“Good. We know what to do.”
Jeff tightened the grip on his pick-axe and dropped the book. It made someone of a thump. And Garry looked up at a chandelier ready to fall. Then… a growl.
Garry whipped up his shotgun and blasted where he thought it was coming from. Just then a wolf leaped onto his back.
“Agghh!” Garry hit in its head before it could bite him.
Jeff whacked its hand off with his axe. It howled in pain and scratched him. Garry loaded his shotgun again. Fired it at the creature but missed, as something else tackled him. It was another wolf.
“Jeff!” Garry yelled. Jeff was still keeping away from the wolf with his pick-axe. Then, right as the wolf on Garry was about to bite him, Jeff swung the axe onto its back.
The wolf, filled with anger got up and started walking over to Jeff battling with the second wolf. Then the wolf’s body collapsed onto the floor. Garry had shot it in the back.
Jeff pummeled the axe into the wolf’s stomach. Then it grabbed the pick-axe and threw it over by the door and started closing up on Jeff. Garry got up off the ground and saw all of his rounds hitting the ground. There was a hole in his shirt-pocket. He hurried and bent down as fast as he could to load them.
But just then both Garry and Jeff heard a big booming busting noise that sounded like a groan. The chandelier fell off of the ceiling and crushed the werewolf.
“Well, lets continue.” Said Garry.
“Now, we have to go to the very top of the castle right?” Said Jeff.
“Yes, we do. Look at that passage-way. Maybe it will get us to the front of the castle faster.”
The passageway was dark and shadowy, but it did look faster. “Okay.” Said Jeff walking over to pick up his pick-axe.
---------------Chapter III
----------------The Passage Way
Garry smiled at Jeff as he walked into the tunnel. As they walked into it they saw that it got much bigger and turned into some outside garden. Garry looked over the wall. And then noticed that he was 20 feet off of the ground.
“Jeff, were on a turret.” Said Garry.
“What?”
“Look over the edge of these short walls, its one of the turrets of the castle.”
Jeff looked over the wall and almost looked shock.
“I didn’t really notice but it slowly went up as we went. Maybe we are getting closer to the top.”
Jeff looked over at Garry, thinking of Lea, he wanted her back so badly.
“Jeff, I know what you’re thinking about, I’m sorry.”
Jeff put his head on Garry’s shoulder, semi-weeping. “I’m glad your with me, Garry. I’ve seen the bloodshed of all my friends except you.”
“I can assure you the only bloodshed that we will see will be from werewolves.” Then-a howl.
Garry looked over the wall again. There were eight werewolves crawling up the wall, he went over to the other edge to look. Five more.
“We have to get out of here.” Said Garry grabbing two rounds and stuffing them in his shotgun. “Thirteen werewolves!”
Jeff was already running. “C’mon, Garry.”
Garry smiled and started running as the first werewolf popped up over the side and he blew its head off. He hurried into the passageway and saw Jeff ahead of him slightly.
Then, to Garry’s horror he saw four green eyes moving towards him. He loaded his shotgun, while running and fired at one of the pairs. He could tell it had been blasted back, because it had made a large screeching howl.
The other wolf’s eyes seemed to have gained speed. And Garry saw 6 more eyes behind it, he loaded and fired again, that seemed to have knocked two wolves into oblivion.
Garry finally reached the end of the passageway into another section of the castle. But he saw that no one was there.
-------------Chapter IV
--------------D a r k N e s s
Jeff Finure was completely alone in the dark castle. He could see almost nothing. He looked around for a moment trying to see if Garry had caught up to him.
“Garry?”
Garry loaded another shotgun shell and got ready for some more werewolves to come at him. But they seemed to have retreated. He was just one person how could he kill them all?
Jeff ran aimlessly around in the darkness yelling. “Garry.” Hoping to run into him, and not a werewolf.
Garry could start to see better, he looked around, and soon noticed that he was on the third floor of the castle. “Jeff, where are you?”
Garry heard a distant howl and looked up. Through the window at the top he could see the moon, and ten werewolves spying on him about to break through the window.
“Garry? Garry, c’mon where are you?” Jeff was starting to scared, now.
He stumbled upon some stairs and started to walk up them, he had already walked down these stairs and decided to back-track.
Garry Colter was surrounded by Wolves hopping down from the Window. One jumped towards him, trying to pounce on him, but Garry blew its head off. He quickly reloaded and shot another one down. Eight more to go.
The wolves left all started at him. Garry took another shot. Blasted two. Six… One made its way jumping on top of him, about to rip his lungs out when he hit it with his shotgun in the head.
He decided he had to run for it again. He couldn’t waste anymore rounds until they reached the eye. It was going to be harder to get out of there alive with it in their hands.
He started down some stairs and got to the second floor, Garry looked behind him, he knew it was no option to run, they were too close to lose.
Jeff ran up the stairs in the darkness. He could hear something. Werewolves… He readied his pick-axe.
Garry was cornered. He loaded his shotgun as three of them pounced on him, he held their mouths back, but they were scratching at him like crazy, he could hardly hold them back.
“Aghhh!” His face was soaking with blood, he hardly had the will to hold them back. One came inches away from biting his hand he kept pushing them away with his shotgun.
Then he saw an axe come through one of the werewolves. It howled loudly and got up to start getting it out of its back. Then someone pulled it out of its back right as it fell to the floor. Jeff. He ran over and started axing the backs of the other two back on him, as the last three ran towards him.
Jeff sensed it about to happen and whipped his axe around and cut one of the werewolve’s head off. Garry, then pushed the werewolve’s back and got them on the floor with the axe-marks in their backs, he loaded his shotgun and blew both of them away with one pull of the trigger.
Jeff hacked his axe, into the last three werewolves stomachs, they were getting very mad, and howled with pain as the blood hit the ground.
Garry jumped up behind one of the werewolves and hit the gun on the back of the head, knocking it out. It layed there for a moment. Garry knew it wasn’t dead. But just as he was about to shoot it in the stomach, when he saw Jeff slice into the back of its head, it was a disgusting sight, it practically caved in.
The two last werewolves both took on Garry and Jeff. Garry shot one of the werewolves. It didn’t kill it, but took off its arm. It didn’t even howl, it just kept advancing on him.
Jeff axed at the werewolf’s face. It was starting to dent, covered in blood, Jeff couldn’t believe this. It was powerful, more powerful than the others.
“I guess they left the best for last, ay?” Said Garry backing up shooting another round at the wolf. This time it went right through its stomach leaving holes all over its front. Then, it looked very mad, the deranged wolf clawed at Garry, now it was moving very fast. He hit it with the shotgun, as the wolf took another slice at him. Garry dodged this one.
Meanwhile, Jeff was having particular trouble with the wolf he was fighting. He jumped on it and axed at its head, cutting through it with blood spurting everywhere. Both Jeff and Garry had blood all over them, but the blood on Jeff was mostly from wolves. Garry was probably starting to bleed to death. They needed to get him some kind of bandage or a cloth to hold his blood in.
Garry with his face cut everywhere with his own dry blood shot the wolf, yet again, only to see the leg go flying off. Then, Garry barely missed it biting his foot.
Jeff had climbed over to the back of the werewolf he was fighting. It scratched at him in anger. But, right as Jeff got clawed for the last time, he swung his axe around in a circle twice and be-headed the wolf. Its body walked around for a few seconds, then fell to the floor with Jeff.
He quickly got up and hurried over to where Garry was. Almost defensless with his blood slowly oozing away. With one more swift swing of his axe, Jeff axed upwards where the hole had been in the wolf’s stomach and cut its head in half.
“Garry are you okay?” Jeff quickly took off his torn sweater and tied it around Garry’s chest, where he had been bleeeding the most. Then, he took of his sock, and tied it around his wrist where it had been cut.
“Thank you, Jeff, thank you.” Garry lied back and closed his eyes. “I’m very tired, we need to find a place to sleep.”
Jeff helped Garry up and they walked to a shadowy corner under one of the staircases.
“12:00 AM” Said Jeff, looking at his Roman Numeral Watch. “3 Days exactly since we arrived.” He lay back and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Garry was the first to wake. He looked up and saw the sun shining through one of the dirty windows. “Jeff, time to go. We shouldn’t have slept, they could have killed us.” Garry looked over at Jeff. “Jeff?”
“What?”
“Jeez, you gave me a scare.” Then they both saw something that came to interest. It was scratched on the wall. It said: ShE WiLL gET yoU oUt The moSt BEautIful Of ALL BeauTIEs. GAleenA.
“What is this?” Said Jeff.
“I’m not sure. What could it be?” Said Garry
“Okay, let’s get outta here.” Said Jeff standing up and walking over to the staircase.
“The top floor, we slept under the staircase of the second.” Said Garry. “The third is right up there. Let’s go find where the top floor is.”
They walked slowly up the staircase. They didn’t want any confrontation after the fight they had had last night. When they reached the third floor, Garry saw something.
“Look at those trap doors!”
----------------Chapter V
----------------No Wolves
“Oh, my gosh, that must be to the top floor.” Said Jeff. The trap door was about 600 Yards away, but they could see it.
“Jeff, what else do you think that Eye does? It said that it does more than set us free.”
“Well, obviously it’ll save mankind. But… I don’t know what else it could do.” Saif Jeff scratching his small beard he had gotten from staying there so long. Both of their hair was starting to get longer and dirtier, they smelled like dirt, dry blood, and had werewolf fur all over theirselves.
As if they cared, they walked for another few minutes and looked back every two seconds very paranoid as if the wolves were going to attack any second. Garry kept thinking about what his dad had told him when he was a little boy.
“Well, maybe you’re not paranoid, maybe they really are out to get you! Heh, heh. I’m just kidding, son. How do you like this cabin? Tommorow we’ll drive down to the city and go to Coney Island. Does that sound fun, Garry?”
Garry nodded thinking to himself as him and Jeff walked.
“Okay, goodnight, son. I love you.”
When they had come back from Coney Island, that same night the werewolf had bit his father. And the next day it had killed him.
Garry grabbed his head. “Aghhh!”
“Garry, Garry?”
“I’m sorry, Jeff. My dad.” He said.
“I’m sorry, too. Garry.” Said Jeff.
Garry hugged Jeff, and said. “I’m glad your with me, too.” He said adding on to what Jeff had said earlier. Then, they realized they had reached the trap doors.
“Garry! Four wolves!” And then they started to climb, after all they had gone through, their journey had only begun.
-----------Chapter VI
-----------The Trap Doors
Garry jumped up to the first trap door and pulled it open. He, then scrambled up the first one to see yet another trap door.
“Jeff, c’mon!” Yelled Garry. He put out his hand ushering him to hurry. The first wolf of the pack jumped forward at Jeff as he grabbed onto Garry’s hand and was lifted rapidly up. The wolf grabbed onto the first trap door, but Garry slammed it down on him.
It howled in pain as Garry and Jeff climbed up the next door, only to see another one.
“What’s going on? How many are there?” Said Jeff.
“I don’t know, we have to keep going.”
The first trap door was smashed into oblivion as the wolf launched up being put closer to Garry and Jeff.
“Oh, no hurry!” Said Garry, cocking his shotgun.
They climbed up the third door slightly looking back as the wolf looked up at them, it was already up the second trap door. It pounced upwards at them grabbing a hold of Garry’s boot. He let it go easily not wanting to be bit.
They closed the third trap door and scurried up the fourth one. Seeing four furry hands bust through, complete with razor-sharp claws, They knew the second werewolf had gotten up to their level.
“I’ve had enough!” They were now on the sixth trap door. Garry fired his shotgun through the fifth door and heard a howl. “Alright.”
The trap doors seemed to go on forever, Garry and Jeff had now reached the seventh trap door and heard nothing behind them so decided to sit down for a few seconds.
“Where do you think these trap doors are taking us?” Said Jeff.
“I do not know. But we will soon find out.” Said Garry.
“I have a feeling that it is..” Right as Garry was about to finish the sentence a werewolf hand erupted from the seventh trap door and grabbed Jeff’s leg. “Damn interrupters!” Yelled Jeff and hacked at the hand with his pick-axe.
It howled in agony but kept scratching and pulling. Finally Jeff whacked its hand so much that it was severed from the rest of the werewolf. This angered it horribly. Its entire body practically bounced up out of the trap door and revealed three other werewolves on the sixth door waiting to accompany their comrade.
The second werewolf jumped up and were both about to pounce on Garry when one bit the other. The first wolf growled and scratched it in the face they started quarriling as the second two jumped up to join.
Garry and Jeff climbed up the eighth door and looked at each other.
“Like I said, they hunt in packs, but they get in fights.” Said Garry shrugging.
They noticed that the ninth trap door was higher than the others.
“I wonder why they made it not as low as the others.” Said Jeff. Garry helped Jeff up it with a foot boost, since Jeff was shorter. Garry was about to grab onto Jeff’s hand when he heard a low growl.
“Oh, no.” Garry looked behind to reveal a werewolf with bruises. “Where’re the rest of your friends?”
“Garry, they must’ve gotten bit. It’s no different with werewolves.” Yelled Jeff putting out his hand.
The werewolf looked ready to fight. Garry dropped his shotgun.
“Garry, what are you doing?” Said Jeff.
“This is the one…” Said Garry. “The one who took him away from me.”
Then, Jeff knew it. He had to leave Garry to fight this wolf.
“Go.” Said Garry.
“I’ll come back for you!” Said Jeff climbing up the last door. “We will get out of here!”
Jeff arrived to the top floor of the castle, he steadied his pick-axe. He saw a long corridor with a white glow at the end of it. He started to run down it.
--------------Chapter VII
--------------The Eye
Jeff hovered down the hallway he was going so fast. He wasn’t going to stop now. He wasn’t going to let Garry die. He had to get to it. He had gotten this far. They had gotten this far. Garry wasn’t going to die and neither was he.
Jeff looked at the white glow at the end of the corridor. It was so dark where he was but it was so light up ahead. It was pitch black, except for the whiteness. What was it?
Garry looked into the werewolf’s eyes.
Jeff was sweating and panting, he had dry blood stained all over his body, but he didn’t think anything of it. He had dirt in his hair, he had mud in on his face, he didn’t think anything of it. He had scratches knee-deep in his skin, he didn’t think anything of it.
That was how Garry knew it was the one who had killed him.
Jeff was getting closer to the whiteness. That was where the Eye was. It was going to help them escape. It was going to set them free. It was going to let them go. It was going to get them back to New York. They were going to have normal lives again.
Garry circled the wolf. Then took a swing with his fist.
Jeff thought of his friends… Court, Jany, and… Lea. They weren’t dead. They were alive. They were with Jeff and Garry protecting them. That was how they had gotten through this. That was how Jeff knew they were going to survive.
Garry thought of all of his friends as he battled the wolf. It was almost as if the wolf was going in slow motion. He fought easily thinking of his friends. His friends who had protected him…
Jeff ran towards the light. He wasn’t dead. He was very much alive. He was only a little further from it…
Garry lay down. The wolf was dead. He was going to go after Jeff.
Jeff was inches away from the glow…
Garry looked at the dead wolf. He wanted it to come back to life so he could kill it again. He picked up his shotgun and fired it at the corpse. “Damn You!”
Jeff looked at the Eye and then looked up at the white gleam…
“Galeena.”
Garry felt the most strength he had ever and climbed up the trap door without any help.
Jeff looked up at her. She was beautiful. And then…
“You must leave… you and your friend are the protecters of mankind. You will not go down in books, you will not get parades. But you are the most gratified of all leaders and authorities.
Jeff looked up at her and thought it was impossible to get out. But knew what he had to do. He ran over to the circular table and grabbed the Wolf’s Eye and ran back down the corridor. Away from the light…
-----------Chapter VII
-----------The Goliath
Garry looked at the light at the end of the corridor and saw figure running towards him. It wasn’t a werewolf.
“Jeff!”
“We have to get out of here!”
Garry and Jeff jumped down the trap doors one at a time. Eight… Seventh…. Sixth… Fifth. And then they reached the bottom. They ran towards the gigantic door they had come in through at the very beginning of their quest with three other friends.
Then everything went blood red and Jeff heard the angel Galeena’s voice.
“All glory comes from the daring to begin. But the most challenging task to escape is also the most horrifying experience. Wounds will heal, but minds will be scarred forever.”
A gigantic werewolf came from the top of the castle. Everything was still blood red. The wolf was gigantic it must have been ten times larger than Garry and Jeff combined.
The wolf had four arms and red eyes. It roared so loudly that it was deafining.
Garry cocked his shotgun and looked at it as if it were the wolf who he had just foughten. He smiled at it. “Let’s see what you have.” Jeff looked around for something bigger than a pick axe. He saw a sword on one of the statues. He grabbed it and readied for fight.
Garry shot the wolf with the shotgun and it roared even louder than before. One of its hands swung down and knocked Garry about 10 yards. “Agh!” He wiped some blood off of his head and saw Jeff’s pick axe. He picked it up and threw it at the wolf’s face.
The howl was so loud it broke a nearby window. Then, Jeff ran to the back of the tyrant and used the sword to climb up the back of it.
“RAAGGHHHH!” It tried to claw the back of him. But Jeff kept climbing up digging the sword into its fur and skin.
Garry fired two more rounds at the wolf’s face. It looked like it was crying blood. But it was still fierce and relentless. Jeff had reached the top of the gigantic werewolf’s head.
Garry fired his shotgun into the wolf’s foot. Jeff was on the back as it thrashed and almost knocked him off but he stuck the sword in the back of its head and made it roar even more as one of its hands tried to knock him off.
Then, Jeff reached the very top center of its head and looked down at its face. The wolf looked up knowing what it was going to do. Jeff stabbed its head and it knocked Jeff off of him and pulled out the sword. It immediately turned around and started walking towards him.
Jeff ran over to Garry. “What are we going to do? Nothing can stop this thing!”
“Nothing can stop this thing… except the eye.” Said Garry. “Remember? It has other powers!”
Jeff looked down at the Eye in his shirt pocket. He took out and suddenly it lit up. This blinded the wolf. It was roaring as if saying. “No No Nooo!”. The Eye shot out a beam and the wolf fell to the ground. It roared once more and then it was dead.
------------Chapter IX
------------The Journey Comes To An End
Garry and Jeff walked out of the castle and looked at the car. The bodies of Jany and Court Leno weren’t there anymore. The old automobile sat as if it had just arrived.
“Well, I guess this is over.” Said Jeff.
“I guess it is.” Said Garry looking at the sun.
Garry and Jeff both looked behind them. Garry looked at Jeff and smiled. “Our journey ends here. We are going home. I’m never looking back. How about you?”
Jeff looked at Garry. “No. But these three days of our lives will never go unforgotten.”
Jeff and Garry got into their automobile and drove off. All glory comes from the daring to begin.
The End
The Following Evil Trilogy:
Return To The Castle
Werewolves...
5/1/2002 6:27:28 PM
(Updated: 5/1/2002 6:30:33 PM)
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