The Tale of HDC Manor

[horrorzack]

Once again its been a while. Hope the next part wont be delayed until 2011:(

[horrorzack]

well its been delayed till 2011.....obviously

[Sistinas666]

My guess is indefinately.........

[ferretchucker]

It died! It died a terrible death!

I haven't felt any real connection with this story or the characters in it - not like I did in HDCween, Corpse in Orbit or Darkness and Daggers. I think I've just faded away from it. Sorry, Zack, I know you were enjoying it.

[scouse mac]

Let someone else pick it up if they want FC, Im sure someone could run with this ball.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the Manor, the moonlight casting long shadows across the grounds. A lone figure briskly walks across the pathway, stepping through the puddles. It is Bwind. He mumbles to himself something about the "insolent girl". He reaches the stable, continuing the muttering. Cut to an external shot of the stable.

Bwind: Oh...oh Good heavens above!

Cut to F13F and Roshiq walking through a large room filled with various statues.

Roshiq: Where does a man find the time to procure so much pointless art.

F13F: I'm guessing you don't know how I know Doc Faustus then?

Roshiq gives him a look to confirm his notion.

F13F: We were, for want of a better word, con men. Over in Venice he and I used to pose as art collectors - which wasn't untrue, we did collect art, we just didn't pay for it. We would hire a hotel room in one of the swankier areas of town and invite the owner of art works to our room. When they got to the room, one of us would show them around whilst the other ran off with the painting or sculpture. It was a risky business, but it helped pay for this place.

Roshiq: Risky?

F13F: Well, you have to remember these other collectors are very protective over their works. One fellow, Isaac something, he referred to them as his "babies". They made precautions. For instance this...

He walks to one of the painting. It depicts a woman in a green dress cradling a sick old man.

Roshiq: What about it?

F13F: The owner of this had some guys waiting outside the room. I waltz out holding this and straight away they're on me. I managed to squirm away so they ran in for Doc. I quickly ran into the next room along - terrified couple in there were getting up to lord knows what - and jumped across the balcony, still holding onto the painting. I chuck it off the edge, run into the room and grab Doc just before the men get to him, drag him off the balcony too. We fell twenty feet onto a restaurant table. Took me forever to get the lasagne out of my suit...still. We got the painting.

Roshiq: That's fairly impressive, despite the fact I'm usually one of the men who foils you criminals. How about this one. Any story behind that?

He points to a sculpture of a wolf with eagle's wings. Friday13thFan walks towards it.

F13F: Ah, now that one-

Suddenly, the floor falls through under his feet, wood splintering. His scream lasts several seconds then there is a deep thud.

Roshiq: Good lord!

He carefully treads towards the hole in the floor, then looks over the edge. F13F has fallen down what looks like an old well, hidden beneath the building.

Roshiq: Friday! Friday, can you hear me? Are you okay?

Silence for several seconds, then a groan.

Roshiq: I'm going to need you to respond. Have you broken anything?

F13F: I swear falling onto that table didn't hurt this bad...

Roshiq sighs with relief, then laughs slightly at the joke.

Roshiq: I'm going to go and get-

He is cut short. From within the well, F13F hears a thud.

F13F: Roshiq! Detective Roshiq?

He gets no response, but footsteps slowly make their way around the hole in the floor. F13F looks up and sees the silhouette of a figure looking down at him.

F13F: Who is that? Hello? Can you help me! Are you dumb or something, answer me!

The person makes only one sound.

Voice: Shhhhh.

F13F: What..?

His eyes widen as he looks up and sees the figure dangling a knife over the hole in the floor.

F13F: What do you think you're doing?! ROSHIQ! HELP! SOMEBODY!

The figure lets go of the knife. It races down the well. F13F tries to shield himself with his arms but to no avail. The knife plunges into his lower abdomen, around his stomach area. He screams in pain, the sound echoing throughout the halls of the building. Closing credits roll.