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Evil Bill: Bloodlust (standard:horror, 3007 words) [3/4] show all parts
Author: The Dark MasterAdded: Nov 09 2000Views/Reads: 3013/1985Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
For the third time, Evil Bill returns to Earth. This time, Bill has greater plans...
 



Evil Bill 3: Bloodlust 

It was a quiet evening in the city as Adolf Molotov came home from work.
He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a frozen pizza from the 'fridge, 
stuck it in his microwave, put it on high, and turned it on. But 
instead of harmless microwaves, the door burst outward and Adolf was 
spotlighted in a deadly beam of ultra-high powered subatomic particles. 
Using the demonic powers that had served Him so well, the microwave 
supercharged His neutron beam to many hundreds of giga-watts. Mr. 
Molotov was instantly spotlighted by giga-watts of radiation. He was 
ripped apart at the subatomic level, his internal organs instantly 
liquefying. Within seconds, Mr. Molotov was reduced to a bubbling pool 
of radioactive slag. A few seconds later, the microwave dinged: his 
pizza was done. When the police arrived a few days later, they found 
what was left of Mr. Molotov. Completely puzzled by what had happened, 
they closed the case and sold his stuff. One customer bought his 
microwave, not suspecting the horror that was about to be unleashed 
upon the world for a third time. After getting home, Eva Braun plugged 
the inconspicuous little microwave into a wall socket and set to work 
making lunch. All of a sudden, a psionic force shoved her head into the 
awaiting gullet of her microwave. The microwave activated with her head 
still inside. The water content within her brain became excited and 
flashed to steam. Her head exploded within the microwave, coating the 
inside with her blood and gray matter. Her body went limp and fell to 
the floor like a sack of potatoes. Blood gushed out of the stump that 
once held her head, her arteries still pumping blood to a head that was 
no longer there. A few days later, she was found by the police, lying 
in a pool of dried blood. They were stumped again. They loaded the 
microwave into the trunk of their police car and drove off. Little did 
they know that It had begun; Evil Bill was back and more powerful than 
ever. The two officers drove to a nearby McDonalds to grab lunch before 
dropping the evidence off. As they got out of the car, Bill found and 
irradiated the gas tanks with high-energy microwaves, causing the 
entire car to explode in a fireball that engulfed the restaurant. 
Shrapnel flew everywhere, shattering the front windows. Three tourists 
died as the hail of burning steel cut them down. Four more lost their 
limbs and one was DOA at the hospital. The dead officers got a "special 
barbecue." Next, He transported his bloodstained hulk into the trunk of 
another car. Driving this car, as it turned out, was a soon-to-be 
mother of four.  After a while, Bill knew that this would be the 
perfect time to make a metamorphosis.  He used His persuasive influence 
to make the woman veer into a concrete bridge support.  She shrieked in 
terror as the concrete post loomed in front of her.  Impact.  The 
steering column violently rammed into her swollen belly, causing an 
instant miscarriage.  The four infants were brutally ejected from her 
uterus in a spray of blood and amniotic fluids.  Blood and nutrients 
still pumped, feebly, from the dying mother to the fetuses through 
their umbilical cords.  Suddenly, the whole car was engulfed in a 
towering inferno as the gas tank caught aflame. The mother, still 
hanging on to life by a thread, freed herself from the confines of her 
seatbelt, managed to open a door, and got both feet out.  She got up, 
but found that she could not get away.  Something was holding her: the 
umbilical cords.  When she couldn't rip them with her hands, she used 
the only other thing she could think of; her teeth.  When she had 
gnawed through all four umbilical cords, she cauterized the wounds with 
the car's cigarette lighter.  Now, not only did the car smell like 
burnt upholstery, but also like burnt flesh!  No sooner had she freed 
herself from the smoldering hulk that was her car, a second explosion 
rocked the earth, causing the support that the car was embedded in to 
collapse. Within the space of two seconds, the whole bridge, along with 
the cars atop it, hurtled toward the ground.  The last thing that the 
woman saw was a wall of cement descending upon her.  When the bridge 
finally met with the road, all that was left of the mother, her four 
fetuses, and Evil Bill was an expanding pool of blood that seeped out 
from under the rubble. The people who were on the bridge at the time of 
the incident fared no better.  A bus full of violent, retarded children 
tumbled downward in a death spiral.  The bus hit the ground fully 
upside down, mashing the brains of its handicapped passengers.  With 
His time left in the microwave's body diminishing by the second, Evil 
Bill saw the most arousing sight in His life; a school bus upside down, 
with severed limbs, hunks of gray matter, and a gigantic pool of hot 
blood oozing out from the bus' shattered windows.  Bill knew that since 
the dead children were still buckled in their seats (now upside down) 
and that the tops of their heads were mashed in, still more blood from 
their extremities would exit their bodies via the gaping holes in their 


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