Protecting Bedlam: Serpents & Serial Killers Part 3

Previously on the latest tale of Cassidy & Lloyd.

(If you want, buy their previous rampages for $2 by clicking on the covers below.)

Cover by Jon Hunsinger

Cover by Jon Hunsinger











The car stops after going only two floors down and the doors slide open to let in a skinny man with a shock of light green hair. A single fern sits beneath a lamp, which is the only source of light in the blackened area. Shuffling can be heard in the distance, but none of the mysterious people step out of the shadows. An unwavering smile is plastered on the man’s tan face as he steps inside and bows to Grymer, who has jammed a long key into the doors. Gentle creaking can be heard from the top of the shaft, but the car remains solidly trapped in place. Turning his back on Cassidy and Lloyd, the newcomer’s mesh shirt reveals a row of metal studs that go down his spine. The piercings have rounded tops to avoid catching on the clothing, two of them showing signs of being infected. Reaching into his pocket, the stranger pulls out a lollipop, which he proudly gives to Grymer.

“Pinworm will see you to the lobby,” the advisor says as he steps into the doorway. He crunches on the candy and burps, the smell of whiskey drifting into the elevator. “I have too many things to do, which my . . . bosses could only dream of. So much to do to make the world right again. It is a shame that such destructive individuals like you have refused our offer, but it’s for the best. Nobody wants to work with pawns that refuse to follow orders, sacrifice themselves, or do what is truly necessary. No licking them, Pinworm, or I will throw you to the wolves like before.”

“They seem too stupid to taste good anyway,” the servant casually mentions while the door closes. The elevator continues at a slower pace, the car threatening to stop at every floor. “Only an idiot would reject this offer. Mister Custer is going to steamroll this horrible country and erase all the mistakes. You two won’t be able to stay out of what’s coming and you’ve chosen the wrong side. Always knew the people outside of Vegas were morons, but I didn’t think anyone would pass up on this kind of offer.”

“We’re smart enough to not piss off violent people,” Cassidy mutters before banging Pinworm’s head against the doors. The servant falls to his knees while Lloyd clears his throat and shoots his friend a look. “Fine, we do that, but we have the firepower and can-do attitude to back up our mouths. I don’t like the sound of this, especially since this crotch stain is right that we’ll have to get involved. What do you think, Lloyd?”

“Probably best to make contact with our friends and return to LaSalle,” the serial killer answers as he tries to step around the servant. Feeling teeth on his leg, he lashes out and kicks the man’s head into the metal wall. “What is it with people trying to eat me and not in the sexy way? Thankfully we’re not in some horror story where blood leaves the body like its being shot out of a water cannon. You get the feeling that something is off here? A man as powerful and dangerous as this Johnathan Custer sure took our rejection very quickly. Would have expected him or his daughter to put up more of a fight.”

Getting back to his feet, Pinworm spits out a tooth and moves to block the door. “They won’t waste their time on worthless losers like you. I’m surprised you weren’t tossed off the roof like the last person who rejected them. Maybe he wants to give you another chance or you angered him enough to earn extra suffering. I heard Commodus brought you in and Mister Custer has a soft spot for that meathead. Won’t deny that he’s nice to look at and does magic when in that arena, but his judge of character is obviously terrible.”

“Do you smell gas?” Cassidy asks as she knees Pinworm in the stomach. Looking at the ceiling, she spots tendrils of mist coming out of the vents. “What kind of maniac kills one of his own . . . Never mind. I want to kill this asshole and I just met him. He just screams expendable lackey. Great, this shit is coming out of the floor too. I count twelve circular vents that are not very big.”

Using their shirts to cover their mouths and noses, the pair look for a way to plug the tiny holes. Heads swimming from the mild anesthetic, Lloyd and Cassidy turn to Pinworm at the same time. The dazed man puts up no resistance as he is pinned against the door and stripped of his shirt. Doing their best to work quickly and carefully, they remove the studs along his spines and push them into the holes. Half of the piercings block the gas while the rest fall into the pipe where they continue to rattle. Snapping his fingers, Lloyd draws his paintball gun and puts a handful of white ammunition into the container. He fires away at the vents to clog them with glue that drips onto the floor, the pools sliding toward the door. Still dizzy from the gas, Cassidy pulls a knife out from under her denim jacket and pries open the control panel. To her surprise, the entire face falls out with some of the wiring due to the screws being a little too small to keep the machine together. Having no idea what she is looking at, the mercenary searches for a dial or buttons to make the elevator move faster. She is about to use her stun gun in the hope of frying the system when the car comes to a sudden stop.

The doors slide open faster than before, but Cassidy and Lloyd have already moved to the sides. Pressing their bodies into the corner, they keep their heads down while guards in the lobby fire on the elevator. Tranquilizer darts ricochet off the walls, none of them reaching their real targets. Having been left in the open, Pinworm is covered in the projectiles and foams at the mouth as he falls backwards. A flashbang grenade is thrown into the car, which flushes Cassidy and Lloyd out after the door close button is pressed. The explosive goes off and jars the pair, but they manage to keep their bearings. Staying low and running in opposite directions, they try to avoid the swarm of darts that are nothing more than hazy glints in the air. None of the projectiles hit, the closest one skimming the heel of Cassidy’s boot.

Diving behind gold-plated pillars, they do their best to regain their senses enough to fight back. Sending their own volley of bullets and acid-filled paintballs, the drugged pair try to push the guards into a chaotic mess. Their shots ping off slot machines and roulette wheels that are still in their boxes, but nothing comes close to hitting their enemies. Windows shatter and a box of chandeliers is knocked over as the cornered survivors get more desperate and the gas’s effects get stronger. Another flashbang is thrown, the blast knocking Lloyd off his feet and into the path of the darts. Seeing her companion flop to the floor, Cassidy reloads her pistols and leaps out. She takes out three of the guards before she realizes that the barrage of tranquilizer darts has stopped. The mercenary catches a familiar sound a second too late, the taser probes striking her in the stomach. Determined to go down swinging, Cassidy continues shooting at the guards even when she is being electrocuted. Two more enemies go down before she drops, her hands tightly gripping her weapons.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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17 Responses to Protecting Bedlam: Serpents & Serial Killers Part 3

  1. L. Marie says:

    “Determined to go down swinging, Cassidy continues shooting at the guards even when she is being electrocuted.” Ha yes! Wonder Wooooomaaaan!
    “Feeling teeth on his leg, he lashes out and kicks the man’s head into the metal wall. ‘What is it with people trying to eat me and not in the sexy way?'” Hilarious!


  2. Well, that didn’t take long. What is it about these two? Trouble just seems to find them.


  3. Good one, Charles.


  4. What is it with gunfights where no one can shoot straight? Ammo isn’t cheap in a dystopian society! Make every shot count!
    Sorry, that’s just a pet peeve of mine.


    • More exciting and it’s easier to get ammo than one thinks in this world. The bartering system tends to favor those who are willing to do anything for supplies. Not to mention those who make bullets to trade for goods and those who still have foreign channels to import such things through the barricade. There are also a lot of idiots who will always blast away.

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      • I read a book a few months ago where they had to make every bullet count as no one could make the casings anymore, it was just as exciting, just saying.
        Still you have good points, if you can get the ammo, just blast away I guess, in stories I mean.


      • I’ve read those types and they’re fun. Since I tend to have more action scenes in my stories, I don’t do the ‘limited ammo’ issue as much as others. I did read up on guns and tried to get the basics before I did this series, but I gave up fairly quickly. This was aimed more for action/comedy, so I sacrificed some reality for this. For example, they have a lot of stuff in that jeep and Lloyd repeatedly wonders how it’s even possible. Figured once I went there, giant firefights in a dystopia is the least of my problems. 🙂

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      • Ah, got it. I wasn’t aware of that, I thought it was more serious, but the comedy angle makes sense. I am enjoying the story.


      • Yeah. This is basically my cut loose series. I tried to do a serious version at the beginning, but it just didn’t work. At the very least, Lloyd would get hampered. This isn’t to say people will run out of ammo though. The bad guys/minions tend to be a lot freer with their usage than Cassidy, so it might be more of a factor than I realized.

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