The Rebel and The Disc Jockey in: The Human Gathering of Cerberus

[this is a sequel to a previous entry that can be found on my profile, also called "The Rebel and The Disc Jockey".]

The sight of her parents' mutilated bodies lingered in her mind like a haunting nightmare—a relentless reminder of the cruelty they had endured.

Alone amidst this desolate night, Vivi's gaze darted through the shadows as she clutched onto that radio speaker for dear life. Her heart pounded in her chest like a symphony of anguish and rage, a rhythm driving both determination and despair.

Whispering into the darkness surrounding her, Vivi poured out her pain to Kard's distant voice crackling through from his makeshift sanctuary, the abandoned radio station on Neon Heights' outskirts. "Kard... I'm lost. I don't know what to do."

Silence hung heavy for agonizing seconds before Kard's voice broke through with unwavering support—his words laced with equal parts comfort and humor despite their physical separation.

"Well well well, if it ain't my favorite damsel in distress," he chimed in with a hint of mischief dancing within his tone. "Don't worry your pretty little head off; ol' Kard is here to deliver some Grade-A sarcasm and kick-assery."

A mix of frustration and longing welled up inside Vivi as she clenched her fist tighter around that battered speaker—yearning for his presence by her side. She closed her eyes briefly, surrendering momentarily to vulnerability amidst chaos.

"I can't do this without you," she confessed quietly but resolutely. "We need each other to face these monsters head-on."

There was a pause—an intermission between two souls bound by an unbreakable bond—before Kard's voice returned filled with wit and bravado despite their physical distance separating them like an insurmountable chasm.

"Darlin', you know I'm the the chimichanga to your salsa," he quipped, his words tinged with playfulness and determination. "We're gonna make this rotting wolves wish they'd never messed came to life."

With newfound determination coursing through her veins, Vivi embarked on her solitary journey through the desolate cityscape—a wasteland haunted by eerie silence and shattered dreams. Each step forward was a testament to her unwavering resolve.

The flooded highway loomed ahead like an ominous challenge—a twisted labyrinth of abandoned cars submerged beneath murky waters.

Vivi stared at that watery expanse with equal parts trepidation and defiance—the weight of vengeance heavy upon her shoulders. She took a deep breath, channeling Kard's unique blend of humor and heroism as she readied herself for what lay beyond.

"Alright, partner in crime," she whispered with a smirk playing on her lips, imagining Kard's snarky grin even though he was miles away. "Time to do badass things that involve killing a lot of werewolf zombies!"

And so began their journey into the heart of darkness—a quest fueled by pain yet buoyed by their unyielding spirits. With each step along this treacherous highway-turned-maze, Vivi vowed to honor the memory of her parents—and no obstacle would deter her relentless pursuit.

Vivi ventured deeper into the flooded highway—a labyrinthine road of abandoned cars swallowed by murky waters. Every step she took sent ripples through her resolve, an unwavering determination guiding her path.

Kard's voice crackled through the radio speaker in Vivi's hand, breaking the eerie silence that enveloped them. "Hey there, partner! Any chance you found a floating treasure chest yet?"

Vivi rolled her eyes playfully as she maneuvered between rusted vehicles. "No luck on the treasure front, Kard. But I did stumble upon something... strange."

Curiosity piqued in Kard's voice as he responded with genuine interest. "Spill it, Viv! What kind of weirdness are we dealing with now? Alien hitchhikers or dancing zombies?"

"No aliens this time," Vivi chuckled softly. "But I found a woman crawling out from one of these submerged cars in the distance, cut in half, crawling and dragging her entrails out while mumbling something about not letting Corey see me before she passed away."

Silence lingered for a moment before Kard spoke again—a mix of concern and intrigue coloring his words. "Corey? oh hell no, We better keep our guard up and avoid this guy, whoever he is."

As Vivi pressed forward along the waterlogged highway—the weight of those ominous words settling heavily upon her—she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

"no," she replied. "we need to dig further, this sicko will claim more lives if we don't."

The sound quality on the radio deteriorated momentarily before Kard's voice returned filled with determination laced with humor—an unyielding spirit shining through even amidst uncertainty.

"In that casee, you know me, Viv!" he declared proudly over their fragile connection. "I'm like a superhero with a twisted sense of humor and an insatiable appetite for justice. Let's show this Corey guy that he basically just fucked up."

A surge of confidence washed over Vivi as she continued her solitary journey—an echo of Kard's support resonating within her. Together, they would face whatever awaited them beyond this twisted maze of abandoned cars.

And then, amidst rows upon rows of dilapidated vehicles trapped in eternal stillness, something caught Vivi's eye—a flicker amongst shadows that resembled someone familiar yet distorted.

Heart pounding in her chest, Vivi couldn't help but gasp into the radio speaker clutched tightly in her hand. "Kard... I think I just saw... another me."

There was a brief pause—the weighty silence filled only by their shared breaths—before Kard responded with equal parts curiosity and concern.

"Another you? That sounds like some wacky sci-fi stuff," he mused playfully. "But hey, if there are two Vivis out there fighting side by side against evil, then our chances just doubled! We'll have twice the sass and twice the ass-kicking power!"

Vivi waded through the waterlogged highway as she reached the other side of the car-filled labyrinth. A sense of accomplishment washed over her—a fleeting moment of relief amidst this wasteland.

Kard's voice crackled through the radio speaker in Vivi's hand, his tone filled with mischief. "Well, well! Look who made it across without tripping on any rusty bumpers! You're making me proud, partner. how the hell did the highway get flooded?"

Vivi chuckled softly in response. "Thanks for your vote of confidence, Kard. Don't worry about the water, no one cares, so let's see what else this full moon night of zombie werewolves and copycats has in store for us."

As they continued their banter-filled journey through Inglewood's shattered landscape, a sudden silence fell between them—an absence that unsettled Vivi.

"Hey Kard," she called out hesitantly. "You still there? Did you finally run out of snarky comebacks?"

There was a pause—a pregnant moment where uncertainty hung heavy in the air—before Kard's voice returned with an uncharacteristic seriousness lacing his words.

"Sorry about that," he said quietly. "I just needed to make a quick call... to my parents."

Concern welled up inside Vivi as she responded gently yet urgently. "Is everything okay? Are they alright?"

Before Kard could answer, a loud shattering sound echoed from behind Vivi—the distant breaking of glass reverberating through the abandoned cars like an ominous warning.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Kard suddenly alarmed. "Viv! Get down and find cover! Something ain't right! I heard a footstep way off in the distance!"

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Vivi instinctively dove behind one of the submerged vehicles—her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage while gripping onto that radio speaker for dear life.

From her hiding spot, she peered cautiously through the wreckage and spotted a figure in the distance—Corey, the name that had haunted her journey. He disappeared into a hardware store, his presence dripping with hostility, like a monster a million miles away from the cage he broke out of.

Vivi's voice trembled as she whispered into the radio speaker, "Kard... I found Corey. He just went into a hardware store. Something tells me this is where it all comes crashing down."

Silence hung heavy on the line—a tense pause filled only by Vivi's rapid breaths and distant echoes of Inglewood's desolation.

"Viv," Kard finally spoke up, his voice low but determined. "Stay hidden for now. We'll regroup—I promise you we'll take him down together. Just hold tight."

Inside the dimly lit radio station of Inglewood, Kard's heart raced as he stood face to face with an eerie doppelgänger—another version of himself twisted by dark forces. The skinwalker effortlessly tore through barricades, a chilling display of its supernatural strength.

Fear and determination mingled within Kard's eyes as he surveyed his surroundings—a desperate search for a weapon that could match the otherworldly power before him. His gaze landed on a shattered guitar nearby—an instrument now transformed into an instrument of survival.

With grim resolve, Kard lunged forward and grasped the jagged remains of the guitar neck—the makeshift weapon poised in his hands. He knew this battle would be far from ordinary—it would be a brutal symphony resonating with bloodshed.

The clash ensued—an eruption of violence that reverberated through every corner of the radio station. The skinwalker moved with unnatural grace, its every movement an unsettling contortion—an embodiment of nightmare given form.

Kard swung the broken guitar neck with all his might—but each strike fell short against his doppelgänger's unholy resilience. Blood sprayed across soundproof walls, shattering glass amplifying their macabre dance—a testament to their relentless struggle.

While most wounds adorned the monstrous entity before him—its flesh torn apart like shredded fabric—Kard bore witness to unimaginable horrors inflicted upon himself. Bones cracked under savage blows while deep gashes marred his body like grotesque artwork etched onto living canvas.

Yet amidst pain and desperation, Kard fought on—not just for survival but for Vivi—for their bond that had carried them through the night.

A momentary pause emerged—a fleeting breath in this maelstrom of chaos. As blood dripped from battered knuckles, Kard steadied himself—his face a mask of eerie calm. He approached the radio microphone.

"Viv," he spoke into the microphone with a breathless voice. "I'll be AFK for a while—got a twin myself."

With those words echoing through the airwaves, Kard turned away from Vivi's concerned voice on the other end.

As Inglewood whispered its secrets between flickering neon lights and broken melodies, Kard embraced his destiny—a nerdy radio host-turned murderer confronting himself within this twisted realm of shadows.

Vivi took a deep breath as she approached the entrance of the hardware store that Corey had disappeared into. With Kard's absence on the other end of the radio, she felt a surge of trepidation coursing through her veins—alone and vulnerable in this forsaken place.

Pushing open the creaky door, Vivi stepped inside cautiously. The store appeared untouched by time—with shelves stocked full of tools and supplies waiting to be discovered. Corey's boot prints painted a haunting trail across the tiled floor, leading deeper into its eerie depths.

Her heart pounding against her chest like a war drum, Vivi ventured further into the store—her senses heightened in anticipation. She explored each aisle with caution but found no signs of life apart from lingering shadows dancing along dusty surfaces.

Curiosity guiding her every step, Vivi made her way towards an ominous back room—a sense of foreboding growing stronger with each passing moment. Pushing open another squeaky door, she entered a chamber shrouded in darkness—an atmosphere heavy with malevolence.

As her eyes adjusted to dim lighting filtering through grimy windows, what lay before Vivi sent chills cascading down her spine—a grotesque creature reminiscent of Cerberus emerged from within the shadows. This abomination was crafted from human body parts—their twisted forms forming limbs and even a tail—but where there should have been three heads stood only two adult human heads attached to its neck area—one on each side.

The absence of that third head left an unsettling void—a glaring reminder that something monstrous lurked beneath these unholy amalgamations. A silent scream caught in Vivi's throat as fear gripped at her core—it seemed they were not alone within this nightmare realm after all.

Before she could react or comprehend what lay before her very eyes, Corey emerged from the darkness—a sinister smile etched upon his face. In a swift and unexpected move, he struck Vivi with brute force—her vision fading to black as consciousness slipped away.

Vivi strained against the cold, unforgiving chains that bound her to the grim chamber. Frustration and anger surged through her veins as she unleashed a torrent of profanities and scathing remarks at Corey—her voice echoing off the walls like a battle cry.

Corey, unaffected by Vivi's verbal onslaught, approached her with deliberate steps. A twisted smile played upon his lips as he observed her helplessness. With meticulous precision, he drew a sharp blade from his pocket—a glint of malevolence dancing in his eyes.

As Corey carefully cut through Vivi's shirt, leaving her exposed in just a bra along with jeans and boots, an unsettling realization gripped her heart. The weapons she had acquired from the police station were nowhere to be seen—leaving her defenseless against whatever horrors lay ahead.

Her mind raced while adrenaline coursed through every fiber of her being. She knew she had to free herself from these chains and find a way to stop Corey before he unleashed further chaos upon Inglewood.

But before Vivi could formulate an escape plan or confront him head-on, Corey's voice pierced through the tense silence—a chilling confession that sent shivers down her spine.

"I've been planning this for years," Corey revealed with unnerving calmness. "Tonight is no ordinary night—it's the full moon—the perfect time for my project."

The weight of those words hung heavy in the air as Vivi tried desperately to comprehend their meaning. What dark ritual was he referring to? And what did it have to do with bringing Cerberus into existence?

Corey's voice dripped with sinister delight as he laid out his macabre plan. "You see, Vivi, I intend to sever your head off of your body and attach it to the middle of these two human Cerberus heads," he explained with twisted enthusiasm. "With you as its centerpiece, my creation will be complete. and Cerberus will be brought to life!"

Vivi's blood ran cold at the horrifying revelation. The gravity of her situation intensified as Corey continued to speak.

"Before we proceed," Corey said in an oddly calm tone, "I must remove some of your clothes to ensure they don't get dirty during this delicate process." He paused for a moment before adding almost casually, "I used to be a housekeeper—I do care about such things."

A mix of fear and revulsion coursed through Vivi's veins as she realized the true depths of Corey's deranged mind. She struggled against her restraints but quickly found herself silenced by his commanding gaze.

As Corey began tugging at her jeans—a cruel smile playing on his lips—Vivi felt sheer panic grip her heart. Her mind raced for any opportunity that could aid her escape from this nightmarish predicament.

But before she could fully comprehend her options or formulate a plan, an abrupt disruption shattered their eerie encounter. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly presence—a chorus of growls and snarls filled the chamber.

Multiple figures emerged from the shadows—undead creatures drawn towards fresh blood and impending darkness. Their eyes glowed like fiery embers amidst decaying flesh.

The interruption bought Vivi a fleeting moment—one that could make all the difference between life and death—as she grappled internally with how best to seize this unforeseen opportunity while still bound by chains.

Corey's sadistic plans were abruptly interrupted as two undead werewolves pounced upon him. Their fangs sank into his flesh, tearing away at his twisted existence. Blood sprayed through the air in crimson arcs.

In that moment of chaos, Vivi felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she fought against the chains that had held her captive for so long. Each link strained under her desperate struggle.

Gasping for breath and trembling with determination, Vivi finally broke free from their cruel grasp. She stood there, panting heavily, feeling a newfound sense of freedom ignite within her like an inferno.

Without wasting a single second, Vivi hastily clothed herself—pulling on her torn shirt and yanking up her jeans with shaky hands. Her heart pounded in rhythm with the urgency pulsating through her veins—a relentless beat urging her forward.

Suddenly emerging from the shadows like a guardian angel forged in steel, Kard burst onto the scene—weapons gleaming ominously in his hands—the very ones Corey had stolen moments ago.

The sound of gunshots shattered the air as Kard unleashed fury upon one of the approaching werewolves—an expertly aimed bullet finding its mark. The creature howled in agony before collapsing to the ground—a brief respite amidst this nightmarish battle.

As if fate itself reveled in irony and vengeance combined, Corey witnessed his own gruesome end unfold before his eyes—an unimaginable horror he could no longer control or manipulate to suit his sick desires.

Two other werewolves lunged at him simultaneously—one gripping each side of his head—and with an unholy strength born from darkness itself—they ripped it clean off his body—a grotesque act sealing Corey's fate forevermore.

Kard and Vivi stood transfixed, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe. The severed head now found its place at the center body of Cerberus—the monstrous creation brought to life in a twisted mockery of existence.

Cerberus let out an earth-shattering roar—a cacophony of three voices merged into one—a chilling symphony that reverberated throughout the chamber—signaling the beginning of an apocalyptic showdown.

Kard and Vivi locked eyes, their shared determination etched upon their faces like battle scars. They knew what lie ahead—an epic confrontation against this abomination born from Corey's darkest desires.

With weapons gripped tightly in trembling hands, they prepared to face Cerberus head-on—two souls united against a creature that defied all reason and sanity.

As Vivi turns around amidst the chaos, her eyes widen in disbelief. "You've gotta be shitting me," she mutters, shock and dread intertwining as she comes face to face with her skinwalker doppelgänger from that abandoned car on the highway, standing there amidst the mayhem.