Death Walker part 3

Sandy didn't notice the noise behind him as the humanoid looking Necros came out of the building. It's skin felt like burnt leather as muscular arms wrapped around him and shocked him back into action. He started to aim the Uzi at the blonde woman, but the a powerful squeeze caused him to drop the weapon. It was hard to breath because of the constricting hold and the horrible smell of death drowning his sense of smell. Sandy's vision started to blur and he thought he heard wind chimes in the distance. Before he could pass out though, the Necros had dumped him on the ground.

Standing over his prone body was the woman holding the golden skull. Her features were twisted into a mocking smile and by no uncertain terms she was enjoying Sandy's confusion and pain. There was something else in her eyes though; she seemed to be sizing him up like a race horse.

"You will do for now, but you can't be the only living man on the planet."

Frag off bitch. Sandy tried to talk, but he couldn't get air into his lungs. What little he could breath in was tainted because of the putrid stench.

She reached out and touched his cheek with a slender hand. It felt surprisingly cool compared to the building heat that was beginning to make Sandy's sweat covered body steam. Her smile was almost kind as she ran her fingers through his hair. He was regaining his breath and reflexively tried to jerk away, only to find that the ugly face of the humanoid Necros was inches from his own.

"You must be very afraid. Have you ever seen a Necros before?" She gestured at the creature behind him.

"No, I've just heard of them. What they can do." He was still having trouble talking.

"Then why did you attack this one? Didn't you know that it wouldn't be any use?"

"I thought I might get lucky, what's it to you?"

She smiled then. Sandy thought the way she had smiled before when he was at her feet was cruel. The smile made his blood freeze. "In a way you are very lucky. Lift him! Hold him!"

Gravel and dirt flew into the air as the Necros lifted him off the ground and Sandy kicked fruitlessly. The damned thing didn't know how to hold someone without crushing ribs and bruising flesh. It's elongated jaw hung over Sandy's shoulder and a putrid tongue lolled out and wrapped around his neck. The tongue was as long as Sandy's forearm and felt like it was lined with oozing warts.

"I never told you my name. How rude of me. I'm Melinda Dross." Her voice dripped with seduction as she lifted the golden skull into his line of sight.

The skull's eyes burned into Sandy's. What looked like human eyes glared out from the golden sockets, they were mismatched. One eye was blue and the other was a dark green that was almost black. They were both shriveled and dried out, but they had probably been removed recently. He closed his eyes and tried to turn away but the vice like grip of the Necros held him firmly in place.

The blonde woman grabbed his crotch and squeezed viciously. His eyes opened in pain to gaze into the golden skull once again. Everything else was only a memory. The skull was the only thing he could see. It was the only thing he could feel as the cool metal touched his face. And strangely it was the only thing he could hear as a pounding rhythm started in his ears.

Death's rhythm. The ebb and flow of damnation. It was the most beautiful thing Sandy had ever heard.