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Hellstinger 28. Marc-napped...
The next time Marcus opened his eyes, it was under a starry sky on the terrace of a house. And the first thing his eyes fell upon were three men seated on recliners, watching him. "He is awake!" The one in the middle called out as he stood up and walked towards. He has the exact demeanor of a bodyguard, just like Alexander; he is not very big but muscular and his red shirt complimented him just fine. "Wakey wakey sleepyhead," A familiar voice said. Marcus turned to see an even more familiar face; it was the black man, one of the thugs that had attacked him and Alexander two nights ago at the club. Marcus would have thought he learned a lesson on their last encounter with the death of his friend, but of course not. That murderous look of hatred was still present and Marcus began to fear his fate. "You will die a horrible death tonight, Marc C," The black man said, coming up to stand beside the Red shirt guy. "And I will be the last face you see so you can tell your
Hellstinger 1. Pilot...
Let me tell you the story of the Hellstingers; long long before the days of man, demon hordes ruled the entire earth in a tight vice. They made everything theirs and used it accordingly. But then, the first man was born. And he didn't like what the demons had done to the eart... "How was the man born?" "What?" Marcus blinked in confusion. "If the earth was full of demons, then who gave birth to the man?" Marcus looked at the questioner, a lady in her twenties, black as night, sculptured like a work of art, and stunningly beautiful. It is Marcus' seventh country on his world tour and after countless hours of performing on stage for ten days straight, he is enjoying his last day in Tanzania with a pool party surrounded by his tour crew, a couple of fans, and half a dozen models all clad in bikini straps. "Baby come on," He said, taking a sip of his campaign straight from the bottle, "just let the story flow, huh?" "Okay, where was I?" "The man di
Hellstinger 2. Hung...over
Marcus just laid there at the center of the bed, with his penis standing at attention underneath the partial cover of a stained white linen, as he watched all perfectly sculptured figures sway tiredly out of the room. "Ah!" He sighs again, content with the moment, and turns his attention to the ceiling. Momentarily forgetting about the hammering headache and the dull aches all over his body. Until; "We leave in fifteen minutes, get up! Get dressed!" All his contentment drained and with them came all his aches in a tenfold. Marcus frowned in a futile attempt to ease the headache as well as annoy the woman standing over him directly in the sunlight's path; she couldn't be older than thirty-four, wearing her usual tightly fitted suit that only lets the sun highlight all the features Marcus tries to ignore. Fortunately, the sun hid her most powerful feature; "Up!" Alexander said again with one eyebrow raised in an inside threat. Although she knows he can't see the rais
Hellstinger 3. Home sweet...
"Told you I would get us here in under five minutes," Marcus said to Alexander as they climbed the steps into the jet. "You got us here in under six minutes, the helicopter would have done it in three." Alexander said, "And we both use the same lawyer, how far do you think you can drag a sexual assault case with me?" Marcus stood at the entryway, watching Alexander disappear behind a curtain deeper into the jet, puzzled for five whole seconds without a clue as to what she was talking about. "Er, whatever." He followed through the curtains which opened up to a cozy lounge area lavished with the best leather money can buy, cushioned by one of the best furniture makers in the United States, with a state-of-the-art diamond-laced mahogany center table. It is occupied by Big Joe and Bobby; Marcus' bouncers. Both of them are big men, weighing hundreds of pounds in fat and muscles. If Marcus is going somewhere rowdy? They are sure to be by his side. Though they are cur
Hellstinger 4. ...home.
If there is anything Alexander dreaded more than Marcus doing whatever he deemed fit; is Marcus not doing whatever he deemed fit. At first, she had thought nothing of his odd behavior when he got off at the Airport but now she regrets coming to Phoenix. Of course, it was necessary and she had hoped it wouldn't happen, but that doesn't change what will happen next. *** Marcus was sure what he saw was real. He could have sworn his hanger was decorated with intense hellish Halloween effects. But it wasn't, it was all in his head. As he walked in the middle; Big Joe and Bobby on each side, Tasha and Alexander leading the way, and the rest of the crew surrounding him; all Marcus could think of was his one-second hallucination. He marched on with his crew, crossing the airport terminals to exit at the receiving bay, he expected a multitude of fans already waiting with things to autograph and pictures to snap. But what he saw blew his mind and took away the residual
Hellstinger 5. Beginning...
Marcus opened his eyes slowly. He must have had a dream, but that would only have been possible if he had been asleep. He sat up with a frown on his face, he remembered that night clearly as day; the blue-haired girl called herself Alexandria, the feminine voice was his wife, and the weird hooded jacket was her battle suit. Marcus' frown deepened. For one, that scene was set at the port of Phoenix. Secondly, it was after a fight that left the harbor half destroyed. Then, of course, he is not married, he doesn't even have a serious relationship yet. 'This can't be real.' He thought to himself, 'It must have been a movie...it was definitely a movie.' "You know," Alexander said without looking up from her phone, "you are going to regret not taking this opportunity to rest. This drive is Forty minutes long, you should rest." The first thing Marcus noticed was Alexander's cropped deep blue hair. It isn't the same shade of blue as Alexandria, but the resemblan
Hellstinger 6. Hellstingers.
"Hellstinger!" Marcus snapped his eyes open in shock and the first thing he saw was two of himself standing in two different mirrors in the same posture as him - bent over the basin. The water was running; he splashed his face a couple of times and checked again. There is only one of himself looking right back at him. He sighed. Just thirty minutes ago Tasha had informed him that the rest of his shows had been canceled and he was free for the rest of the day before they departed from Arizona at nightfall. He had immediately called a party and the drinking commenced. Maybe he blacked out - drunk or otherwise - maybe Alexander had busted the party, maybe he had busted the party. He couldn't remember. But he remembers clearly the night he shot all those demons down. "I'm going insane." He said to himself in the mirror, "I should probably tell Alexander what's going on, she would know what to do." "That's right she would." His mirror self replied him. Marcus je
Hellstinger 7. ...undeserved...
"Oh my God!" Marcus gasped, panting with such intensity he had to bend over and continuously beat his chest to catch his breath. "Oh God." He sighed after a minute of panting, he finally let himself fall on his buttocks and rest. The first thing that registered is the coolness that can only come from fresh air and green vegetation. Marcus frowned, still breathing heavily but now in regulated heaves. The last thing he remembered was seeing that old man rise from his mirror self's torn-up body. And now he is in a small clearing in the middle of nowhere wearing only tattered suede trousers and a pair of Dior sneakers. "Where. The. Hell. Am I?" Marcus slowly stands on his feet. Although shaky from exhaustion, Marcus will himself stand straight. "HELLO!" No response. "HELLO is anyone around here!?" Everywhere was eerily quiet, not even a bird could be heard. Even the stream just two feet before him made no sounds as it flowed past. "Well, then it is offic