《Hellcrashers》Chapter 1. Waterfront
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I broke open the factory door with a crowbar and entered a decrepit manufacturing plant. The soot-covered facility went bankrupt years ago and still leaked chemical waste into the “Mighty Missisip’” decades later.
For a brief moment, the only noises were the icy wind racing over the waterfront and the soft ticking sound of the van’s engine behind me. The side panel of the van slid open.
“Sweet baby Jesus, it’s colder than a witches’ tit in a brass bra out here!” Felix exclaimed.
I nodded my agreement as a mechanized lift lowered my co-worker’s wheelchair to the ground.
Jackie hopped from the passenger seat, her military boots crunching on the wooden timbers of the boardwalk.
Sections of the greasy boardwalk had rotted away, revealing the polluted harbor below. The rancid waters stank of dead fish and petroleum. A huge rickety crane loomed overhead, its base squatting in the water, rusting its way towards oblivion.
Jackie opened the back of the van, rooted around, then pulled a bulletproof vest on over her tank top. She held another vest out in her grimy hand. I took it with a grateful nod.
Vasquez put The Club on the steering wheel, a sunshield on the dash, and began inspecting his gear. He may have been an OCD prick, but he knew how to plan a job.
New Kid hovered nearby, hands in his pockets.
“Hey Bitchnugget, try doing something useful for a change!” Felix jibed.
We grabbed our camping gear and entered the factory. Light filtered in through broken windows from sodium streetlamps outside. The center of the room was illuminated but darkness concealed every corner. Conveyor belts and walkways filled the cavernous space like a real-life version of Chutes and Ladders. The air reeked of grease and metal. Rusted machinery spoke of long years of disuse.
Felix accidentally rolled right through a pile of animal droppings and cried out in disgust at getting shit in the tire treads. His shouts echoed in the gloom.
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I dropped a duffel to the floor and opened it up, revealing a cache of weapons. We divvied up the contents so each of us had gas masks and guns.
“Alright everyone, huddle up.” I said. Everyone gathered in a semi-circle. “Vasquez, give us the rundown.”
“Today is a standard snatch-and-grab. Our target is named Aurora Laura.” He held up a centerfold spread ripped from an adult magazine. The lewd pose didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Real name Laura Brown. Originally from Omaha.” He squinted at the glossy pages. “Measures 34B, Waist 25, Hips 26. Likes puppies and men who aren’t afraid to show their vulnerable side.” The New Kid blushed, Jackie snorted, and Felix grinned.
“We have reliable intel that she’s being held in a Domain known as Hotel California. Basically, it’s worse than the worst ‘No-Tell Motel’ you’ve ever imagined. Each Dweller gets their own room, so we’re searching door to door.” He sighed. The rest of us groaned out loud. “The floorplan tends to change on its own, so watch out for that. This isn’t Scooby-Doo, we do not split up under any circumstances.”
“If you see something valuable on the way out, grab it. And I’m talking something portable. Smaller than a breadbox. We don’t want another incident like last time.” Vasquez looked pointedly at Felix before continuing. “Garrett, you’ll pop the Cherry for us.” I nodded in response. “We go in, acquire the target, and get the fuck out of Dodge. Any questions?” Vasquez looked at each of us with an upraised eyebrow.
New Kid raised his hand like a schoolboy.
“Why am I not surprised?” Felix asked the ceiling.
“What’s a Cherry?”
“It’s a door, Kid. A gateway Down Below Where The Bad Men Go.”
“Oh, right.” he said, blushing.
“Okay then, let’s get to it.” I said.
Past wasp’s nests and sticky linoleum floors I found a door with an “Employees Only” sign on it. The door frame sagged, dislocated from rotted walls heavy with mildew. The door had warped over time so even though it was unlocked I almost couldn’t get it to budge. The factory door bore battle scars and boot prints from a hard fight with someone who lacked a crowbar. Someone like me. Busting open the door revealed a tiny office containing a desk, chairs, and an empty safe. Nothing worthwhile. I closed the door again.
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From my backpack I took a jar of a milky yellow fluid and a barbecue basting brush. When I unscrewed the lid, a nasty rotting smell wafted out. My nose wrinkled in distaste as I began painting the door hinges in slime.
“What the Hell is that?” inquired the New Kid over my shoulder.
“Kid, Crashers never say the H-Word. Never. Not even Topside if we can avoid it. I told you this before we started.” I said.
“Aw, come on! That’s some superstitious bullshit!”
“I mean it.” I glared at him. “Watch your fucking mouth or you’ll jinx the whole Crash. Do not say the H-Word.”
“Sorry. What the heck is that?”
“Ever hear of ‘bukkake’?” I replied.
“No?”
“Then don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, but why are you doing that?”
“This particular Cherry won’t pop until the hinges have been lubed with actual body secretions. And before you ask: no, spit won’t cut it. Just be grateful the gateway doesn’t need it fresh.”
“Are they all like that?”
“No, some of them only open at midnight or you have to make a cat cry in pain. It depends on the Cherry.”
“Can I ask you a question?” the Kid asked, shuffling his feet uncertainly.
“Another one? Sure, Kid. Ask away.” I replied patiently.
“What makes a Cherry open where it does? I mean, if they can open anywhere how come a gateway doesn’t open up in the middle of Times Square? Or in a daycare?”
I paused for a long moment, considering.
“Rust and despair. Plants need water and sunshine. Mushrooms need shade and shit. Cherries need rust and despair. Simple as that.”
When I finished painting the hinges the door creaked open on its own, this time revealing a rickety wooden staircase down into darkness. Felix cracked a couple chemical glow sticks and shook them. They began glowing with a golden-green light and he tossed them through the doorway.
I grabbed the handles behind Felix’s wheelchair and edged it closer to the Cherry.
“Hey careful with the merchandise, peasant!”
“I ain’t afraid to kick a cripple downstairs.”
Felix stood up on the other side of the portal.
“What the fuck? You’re just faking?” Kid asked in an angry, disbelieving tone with eyes wide as dinner plates.
“No, Cuntpuddle.” Felix said, rolling his eyes. “My legs don’t work Topside, but they work just fine in the Nether.”
“Topside?”
“That’s just a slang term for the world we live in. Topside is the place that the Damned covet beyond all else and the rest of us take pretty much entirely for granted. Don’t know what you got ‘till it’s gone, as they say. It’s the world you see out your window, where we get born, fuck around, and die. It is what it is and for the most part it’s a pretty okay place to be. For the most part.”
“But how can he walk on the other side of the gate?”
“I don’t know Kid, but as soon as you figure it out let me know.” I said.
We turned on our lights and the five of us moved slowly downwards, footsteps echoing in the gloom.
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