Master-of-the-Boot

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Chapter Ten Struggle in the Underground Romania, Long Ago, another time The bald child with a bar code on the back of his head waited in the snow. His breath was slow and in the blizzard that raged outside, no breath of his steamed visible. His pale skin matched the snow falling all over the Romanian mountains. From a distance he looked like a carving of an angel. From closer up, he looked like a copy of a Greek Statue. An imagine designed to look appealing, but leave no lasting impact. He was a rumour. Recognizable only as de ja vu and dismissed just as quickly. The boy waited. Patient as the grim reaper. His eyes never blinked. Even when they came. From out of the shadows. Fangs and pitch black eyes like a shark. Human from a distance. Freaks, monsters, vampires. The boy met their vacant stare with a darkness all his own. The vampires smiled as they surrounded by the boy. He was small, he was weak compared to them.

A very Anne and Hitman Christmas Los Angeles, California “Work, work, work!” Sasha Albright grumbled as she folded linnens. “Always fucking work, and on the holidays too!” “It’s part of the terms and conditions of our community service, Sasha,” Anne Boonchuy explained. She began to fold a fitted sheet as she chided her friend. “We got caught shoplifting, which was your idea and then we got caught and now we’re forced to volunteer at an old folks home.” “You made a bad choice, Sasha,” said Marcy Wu, “Wait, Anne, how the heck do you fold a fitted sheet? When I do it, it just looks like hot wet garbage that’s one fire.” “Well yeah, I made a bad choice but you chose to follow me, so who’s dumber, huh?” Sasha sniped at her friend. “Come on, we saved the world. We are owed a pass.” “With great power comes great responsibility,” Marcy quoted, “We should be grateful to be let alone in peace . . . come on Anne, what am I doing wrong with this folded sheet!” “You have

Author's note: The following is a Christmas gift for a dear friend, please check out their work when you can. https://www.deviantart.com/detective88/gallery A very Blitzo Christmas Narrator: Christmas is a magical time of year. They even celebrate Christmas in hell, because there’s no better way to torture sinners than to have them meet with family they don’t like, buy gifts they can’t afford and get gifts they don’t really want. This year, in the Circle of Pride ruled over by Lucifer himself, one Imp is going to get a Christmas Surprise he’ll never forget. IMP Headquarters “YOU TELL HER SHE’S A GODDAMN WHORE!” Loona screamed as she bared her fangs in the office. Moxxie pointed a crossbow with a flaming bolt at the hellhound while his wife Millie stood behind him, screaming like a banshee. “YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN A WHORE!” Screamed Millie. “Will all of you SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Blitzo (the o is silent) screamed. Standing up in his chair, the imp boss of

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Part 9 London, Another time, another place Seras Victoria stood and watched as the bald man in a trench coat wrapped a wire around Enrico Maxwell’s neck. The wire went taught and cut off both air and bloodflow to Enrico’s neck. The mad Bishop’s eyes went wide as he struggled to get the wire off of him. He had been so confident, sealed inside of his plexiglass booth. It had been some kind of high tech glass used to test bombs. It hadn’t been enough to stop the mystery man with a barcode on the back of his head. Blood vessels in his eyes burst as his brain ticked down its last. In his final moments there was nothing, but the endless darkness and the state of non existence. She watched as the bald man removed the wire from Enrico’s wrung neck and put it back into his pocket. As if he knew everything, the man pressed a button and exited the booth. Shooting at the ghouls around it, they went down, crumbling into dust. Seras looked at the man

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Part 8 An Ed and his head Springfield Library “Here are the books on ancient Egyptian mythology!” Edd proudly declared as he threw books aside like they were trash. The other two Edd’s knew that this was a dark time because Double D would normally never be so harsh with the treatment of books. Church the cat yawned, flashing his fangs. “There you go boy,’ said Eddy. “That’s a sweet kitty.” “Anybody else want some cocktail weenies?” asked Ed. He swallowed a whole can full of the cheap dollar store sausages. “They’re salty but good and I don’t think they’ll expire for the next hundred years.” “Later, genius will not wait and we are burning sunlight!” Eddy began rifling through the pages. “Here! I can see an amulet of the Goddess Isis! And there should be more! More about that mummy whoever he was!” “Can we take off his bandages and use them like toilet paper?” Ed suggest dimly. “And hey I think this heart thingy is working

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Part 7: To the Pillars of Nosgoth Springfield, Illinois Anne Boonchuy felt the power within her as she waved her staff. The powerful azure beam lit up the dark interior of the Sears department store and burned through everything it touched. Vampires, walls, steel beams and even a three feet foot thick concrete support pillar. The vampires touched by the beam, even grazed turned into ashes as they burned up. On her face, the thermal goggles showed the blue bodies of the vampires clearly and wouldn't blind her like traditional night vision goggles. The beam of the Azur Comet burned white hot, providing illumination for the thermal goggles. She had expected to be like the Predator in that movie Predator but she could see every single facial expression of each vampire and even see the individual buttons on 47’s trench coat. Speaking of which, the clone assassin was firing his combat shotgun into the horde of vampires. Laying down silver

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Part 6: The Master Plan Springfield Illinois With the rising sun, Anne Boonchuy sat in the passenger seat of a massive armored vehicle that was like some kind of armored bus resembling nothing so much as a scaled up and roided out Hippy van. Anne sipped from a cup of tea in a battered military surplus tin cup. The black tea that Agent 47 had provided her wasn’t coffee, but it was tasty and it had caffeine in it. It also helped that the tea was relatively recent stuff and wasn’t half a century old military surplus that had been rotting in a warehouse somewhere. “So we’re riding around in a bus like my Uncle Arroon used to live in?” Anne asked while she slurped up her hot tea. “It’s a Herkimer Battle Jitney,” said 47, driving the giant vehicle past a red light and through streets full of abandoned cars. “It’s the finest non lethal military vehicle ever made, which is why the company making it was shut down in a hostile takeover and

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Part 5 The Edd Boys Back in the Saddle Springfield Sewers, Pumping Station number 54 The three Edd boys were exhausted. “Look there’s a door up ahead!” Eddy called out. “Thank heavens! If I have to smell the sewer for one more solitary minute my head shall explode!” said Edd. “No more fatbergs!” Said Ed, “They’re not as fun as they sound from it. Fatbergs are not fun.” A large yellow door stood in the middle of the cold damp walls of the sewers. Eddy ran up to the door and tried to open it. “It’s locked!” he cried. There was a brief pause as Ed used the hell bound heart to hulk out. The door was smashed off of its hinges. “Ah great! Wait, I think it’s broken, is it broken?” The three crystals in the heart were now dim and it had ceased to beat. From behind them, they could hear a sound. The sound of the wings of locusts, “Run!” Ed screamed. The three lads sprinted as fast as they could. As tired as they were

Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Chapter 4 Enter the Master Springfield Illinois This amv should set the tone Anne had only a moment before her world fell apart. Trouble had come looking for her. Outside, the sun was going down and the two Valentine brothers were looking at her with the eyes of pure rapists. If she was lucky they would only kill her. It happened so fast. There was a shattering of glass and the waitress Melina fell dead, her body . . . suddenly shattering into porcelain. Hot spray hit her in the face and made her gasp, her Uncle Frank was clutching his hands to his throat, where Luke Valentine had slit it with a knife. Anne screamed and grabbed the knife sitting on the table. Only for an ice cold hand to snatch her wrist up. “Hey girl, you ever do two brothers at the same time?” Jan sneered sadistically, “If you suck me good I promise I’ll let you live as our vampire slave, you can be our thrall. It’ll be good, no thinking, only sucking me and

Anne and Hitman: Part 3 Author's note: I'm going out of town to visit family for Canadian thanksgiving. Thank you to everyone who reads and leaves a review. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving. The Telltale Heart Springfield Illinois, the Ed’s Apartment Edd woke up roughly from his sleeping bag in the abandoned storage building that he and the other Ed’s called home. The balding young man realized that he’d lost his hat and whimpered in horror. “It’s so cold.” Ed let out a belch and pulled a can of whipped cream from under his sleeping bag. “Oh boy, am I hung over. But nothing cures that like sweet, sweet cream.” And shoved the nozzle into his mouth and started shooting sugary fake milk product into his mouth. “Will you both shut up, my head is ringing like a bell,” Eddy grumbled. “And there’s something in my sleeping bag. What kind of . . . OH MY GOD!” Eddy sprang out of his sleeping bag like there was a nest of rattlesnakes in it. “It touched me, IT TOUCHED ME!”