REUNION..Mature

Prologue

He stood motionless in the cold  noir of night,cold dark eyes piteously observing the dying throes of a black rat that had been sliced in two by some unholy razorsharp incisor,a thousand roaches infesting its bloodied matted corpse.

Then came a sound,barely audible,but there just the same... he listened intently as it permeated through his senses ,increasing in intensity until the decibels were deafining.A tortured cry,....the unholy demonic wailing of a multitude of tortured souls!!

He knew this sound.....his kin had come to town...

 

Moscow,USSR.Oct 1979

The puck nestled in the back of the net as the maple leaves were held aloft by frenzied fans, "thank puck for small mercies" screamed Jensen feverlishly as he watched the scoreboard signify the Soviet red machine were trouncing the Canadians 8 to 2!!

This had been rather an inglorious baptism of fire for the Danish ex-pat,attending his 1st ice-hockey championships in Moscow.The team were gettin' fried,he needed a piss,and ...his wife had left him......and goddamit the coffee was bloody awful!!!

Ah yes,the coffee...he overloaded it so full of sacharrine,he looked like a junkie who'd just won the lotto! His dental fees were astronomic and his teeth were his personal masochistic tribute to the Marquis De Sade himself!!....the coffee.....

" COME OVER BABY..WHOLE LOTTA..SHAKIN..GOIN ON!!!!!"

The killer was cut off midstream as the Canadian forward Wilf Piemont bore down towards the indomitable Soviets goaltender Tretyakov! Jensen rose in anticipation..cold weak coffee staining his crotch...HE MUST SCORE!!  he thought...anticipation reaching fever pitch,rising in unison with the Canadian fans like a gold medal synchronised swimming team!!...the coffee.....

He did a double take at the goaltender..wasn't that a goddam..SICKLE?...where his hockey stick should be? His mind blowing a gasket as he ,and the crowd in the packed arena,witnessed a wall of RED ..RED...RED...red ice,red roof,red everywhere..as if Lucifer himself had organised the world championships in HELL itself!!!!! ....... the coffee...

Piemont lost his head as his shot rocketed into the roof of the Soviets net!..Tretyakovs hellish sickle slicing through the bones of his neck like a knife through margarine!!! Blood blood blood!!,and more blood!! spurted in huge JETs towards the Canadian fans( one octogenarian thinking he'd put too much ketchup on his giant weener!!) Piemonts head( lopped clean off,)skated grotesquely along the crimson ice,the eyes locked in a final vision of apocalyptic evil!!..".I'V HEARD OF ...FACE-OFF," Jensen feverishly thought,"BUT NEVER GODDAM HEAD OFF!!!"......THE MUSIC NOW A NOCTURE,A DEMONIC DEATH MARCH!...the mighty RED MACHINE mercilessly slicing through their canadian opponents like the grim reaper on speed!!!...limbs strewn all over the blood drenched  ice like discarded Mcdonalds cartons!...the sound of crunching bones deafening alike a roll of thunder as if God himself wanted a piece of the action!!.....the coffee......

......Jensen looked at the electronic scoreboard...it read CCCP 11,Canada 3.......

 Moscow,Russia,Nov 1570

 

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