Join Free! | Login 

   Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
Where Authors and Readers come together!

Signed Bookstore | Authors | eBooks | Books | Stories | Articles | Poetry | Blogs | News | Events | Reviews | Videos | Success | Gold Members | Testimonials

Featured Authors: Richard French, iMary Adair, iStacey Chillemi, iKeith Rowley, iLisa DAnnolfo Levey, iRobin Ouzman Hislop, iValerie, i
  Home > Horror > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Peter Jessop

  + Follow Me   

· 52 titles
· 33 Reviews
· Share with Friends!
· Save to My Library
Member Since: Apr, 2010

   My Blog
   Contact Author
   Read Reviews

· The Throne of Olympus Volume 2 Balance of Power

· The Throne of Olympus Volume 1 The Empty Crown

· The Ballad of the Bard Book One

· Tales From The Universe

· A God Named Joe

· The Gods Of War

Short Stories
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 7 - Prince Charming part 2

· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 6 - Prince Charming part 1

· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 5 -Humpty Dumpty

· Fractured Fairy Tales part 4 - the Three Little Pigs

· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 3 - The Big Bad Wolf

· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 2 - Hansel & Gretel

· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 1 - The Easter Bunny.

· Sleepy & Sleepless

· The Rock of Ages

· Sammy Scarlatti

· I'm Still Lerning To Play

· Myo

· Daring To Participate

· The Warrior in the Garden

· Perception of Arguments

· Into The Unknown

· An overview for In The Moment...With Hindsight

· An Introduction to The Gods Of War Book

· The Art Of Passion

Peter Jessop, click here to update your web pages on AuthorsDen.

Books by Peter Jessop
Fractured Fairy Tales Part 8 - The Brute Squad part 1
By Peter Jessop
Posted: Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Last edited: Wednesday, February 18, 2015
This short story is rated "PG13" by the Author.
Share    Print   Save   Become a Fan
Recent stories by Peter Jessop
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 7 - Prince Charming part 2
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 6 - Prince Charming part 1
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 5 -Humpty Dumpty
· Fractured Fairy Tales part 4 - the Three Little Pigs
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 3 - The Big Bad Wolf
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 2 - Hansel & Gretel
· Fractured Fairy Tales Part 1 - The Easter Bunny.
           >> View all 37
The hit squad of the fairy tale world come out to play.

It took almost a week to defeat the Brute Squad. They hounded us like anything. I thought the Big Bad Wolf was bad but this dirty half a dozen were something else entirely. The squad has legendary status among the denizens of the fairy tale world because they rarely came out to play. It took something extraordinary - life threatening for them to hit the road; the Stranger and I were that menace that the Dreamer feared most; we were close to the end now and our nemesis was pulling out all the stops. But the Stranger was up to the challenge, he has spent years honing his skills as a bounty hunter and when it came to taking out a creature from the world of fairy tales - you called the Stranger.
After leaving a blubbering Prince Charming in our wake we made a run for it, we both knew that we couldn’t take them on as a whole group so we had to separate them. Jumping into the ‘67 Mustang, we sped off and it was Little Red Riding Hood that caught up to us first, giving pursuit on her black motorbike from hell, its chrome shining like St. Elmo’s Fire as it hounded us. What can I say about her, Little Red Riding Hood, so innocent looking, so sweet that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, just looking to get to her grandmother’s cottage with a basket full of goodies.
But like all fairy tales the truth is a horror story sugar coated to make it palatable. She is a proficient killer, a huntress that likes to skin and torture animals and not just wolves, beautiful but deadly with her Ninja throwing stars (Shurikens) and her fearsome tekko-kagi (armoured claws) that attach to the hand as an extreme form of knuckle-duster.
The chase careened through the docklands coming to a smashing halt in a shower of busted boxes and wooden pallets. Little Red menace was fast. Her reflexes were grease lightening. She was upon us before we knew it. I took a Shuriken in the left shoulder and a kick to the stomach. The wind rushed out of me like a punctured balloon. I doubled up and fell to the ground. Then she was at the Stranger with her tekko-kagi, her red cape and hood fluttering and floating around her like some superhero from a comic book, her tight red leather outfit leaving very little to the imagination to what lay beneath.
“My - my, what big eyes you have,” she says to the Stranger in the sweetest sounding voice you could ever want to hear.
“All the better to see you with,” he grimly replies.
“My - my, what big ears you have,” she continues, lashing out with her black metal claws and tearing the Stranger’s top in the process.
“All the better to hear you with,” he tells her, blocking and dodging her strokes.
“My - my, what big teeth you have.”
“All the better to eat you with,” he coldly replies as he drops a number of deadly metal caltrops on the ground to wound Riding Hood’s feet - an old Ninja trick- the Stranger knew them all. As little Miss Hood jumps and staggers away from the caltrops in great pain the Stranger withdrew from inside his coat a kusarigama (a sickle-and-chain) another weapon of the Ninjas derived from a farming tool; used to disable or ensnare your opponent with the weighted chain and ball at one end and then kill them with the blade at the other end.
Little Red Riding Hood’s eyes went wide as her throat was slit, her blood barely visible upon her red clothing. “There’s no hunter to save you in this tale,” the Stranger informs her smugly as she crumbles to the ground.
And thus ended the tale of Little Red Riding Hood.
Next to come at us was Jack Frost.
The tales tell of Jack Frost leaving the frosty, fern-like patterns on windows on cold winter mornings and nipping the nose and toes in cold weather. He is the personification of frost, ice, snow, sleet and bitterly cold weather. He is depicted as either old or young, riding a horse or floating on the air. The Jack Frost that we found was about the height of a young boy, but with an ageless face, pale blue skin with pure white eyes and shoulder length snow white hair attired in blue leotards and jerkin with thrills around the neck. In his hand he held a frozen icicle about a foot long, like a wand that he used to shoot ice beams at us.
“The ice man cometh,” he screeched like a banshee when he came upon us the following night in a roadside motel. He was lurking in the ice making machine. But we were ready for him, for when it comes to Jack Frost, there is one give away and that is the weather turning bitterly cold for no apparent reason. Of course this didn’t do the toilet seat salesman, staying in the next room much good, as he was frozen solid when he went to fill his ice bucket.
Yet even though we were prepared with our thermal underwear, socks and boots, it was still touch and go. For when Jack Frost walked upon the ground it froze solid as did the walls around him. It spread rapidly before us like a cancer, freezing the whole motel including the travelling Ice Capade entertainment show, Mr. and Mrs Hefinfingal, the honeymooners Bob and Alice, and the manger Henry Jones along with his pet Cocker Spaniel Elroy his pet Budgerigar Tweety and his cat Rufus. The collateral damage was bad and gave us one more reason to put an end to the Dreamer.
The other thing I would like to mention is the song that Jack Frost sang as he inflicted his carnage; to this day it still haunts me: “Here comes Jack Frost nipping at your nose, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your toes, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your fingers, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your ears, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your eyes, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your heels, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your feet, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your hands, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your elbows, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your knees, here comes jack Frost nipping at your balls, here comes Jack Frost nipping at your ****.”
Then he would begin again just like Michael Finnegan.
Over and over with a hideous grin upon his pale face. And once the damn song got into your head - it wouldn’t leave it. And then there was the bone chilling cold - cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. We had to act quickly, even with our protection we wouldn’t last long against such extreme conditions. So we blow torched Jack Frost into a puddle of water. You see Jack Frost’s greatest weapon is the surprise factor, freezing you to death before you know it, but once you’re aware of him he is vulnerable, and without the other members of the Brute Squad even more so.
We had struck another savage blow against the Dreamer, but there were still four more members of the squad gunning for us and we wouldn’t catch them off guard so easily, they would now be more prepared for us...starting with the Jolly Green Giant.

Copyright Peter Jessop © February 2015


Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Membership?
Click here to Join!

Popular Horror Stories
1. Surprise! Surprise!
2. Someone To Kill
3. Bitter Ingredients, Bitter Pizza
4. Day Of The Dead
5. Reign of Goblins
6. The Clown At Midnight
7. Doobie Jack & The Hitchhiker
8. The Shredder
9. Revelations in Hell's Break room
10. Passing the Torch

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
© AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.