Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Jun 1, 2012 9:19:01 GMT -5
The farmhouse, using the coordinates from Xhex, had been fairly easy to find. He had laid in wait in the woods surrounding it all night, and saw very little activity. In fact, almost none. His brow had popped when a human had come, stayed a few hours and left.
He assumed, judging by appearance and the way the human female had but crawled out of the house, that she had serviced the Bastards, in both blood and sex, and his lip had curled in disgust.
The Bastards were a disgrace to the race; an embarrassment with a total lack of honor for the humans they shared their miserable existence with. And it solidified his resolve even more to end their scourge here. Some rats were better going down with the ship, and these, should have never made it to America's shores.
Waiting until minutes before dawn, he made his way to the farmhouse to scope out the entrances before making a move this eve, knowing the bastards would be retiring to the basement. He himself would be of dematting to a abandoned farm, one mile down the road, to wait out the day.
But that plan, collasped under him the moment he stepped on the front porch of the Bastard's lair. Xhex had given him a blueprint of the place, which included a basement.
Apparently, the deep pit he fell into when the porch gave way? New addition, and not one you'd see on that irritating Home Makeover show Lassiter always drove him insane with.
He hit the earthen pit with a hiss as the false porch slammed back up and in place. Lead mesh coated the pit, and solid lead plates were mounted on the underside of the trap door above. And a crude lead plate and steel door, barely waist high, was dug out across from him at the bottom. He found it locked from the other side.
Cursing, spun around the small area, no wider than his shoulders, but twice as high as his height. He jumped, fingers pushing the panel above to find it was locked tight, he assumed from a trigger lock on the opposite side.
He was, quite effectively, trapped. Pulling out his phone, saw No Signal, and knew they must have a jammer as well. The Bastards were adapting to the new world from the Old Country. How charming.
And how shitty for him.
So much for the surprise factor on his part. Bastards 1, Hharm 0.
"Fucking perfect."
He assumed, judging by appearance and the way the human female had but crawled out of the house, that she had serviced the Bastards, in both blood and sex, and his lip had curled in disgust.
The Bastards were a disgrace to the race; an embarrassment with a total lack of honor for the humans they shared their miserable existence with. And it solidified his resolve even more to end their scourge here. Some rats were better going down with the ship, and these, should have never made it to America's shores.
Waiting until minutes before dawn, he made his way to the farmhouse to scope out the entrances before making a move this eve, knowing the bastards would be retiring to the basement. He himself would be of dematting to a abandoned farm, one mile down the road, to wait out the day.
But that plan, collasped under him the moment he stepped on the front porch of the Bastard's lair. Xhex had given him a blueprint of the place, which included a basement.
Apparently, the deep pit he fell into when the porch gave way? New addition, and not one you'd see on that irritating Home Makeover show Lassiter always drove him insane with.
He hit the earthen pit with a hiss as the false porch slammed back up and in place. Lead mesh coated the pit, and solid lead plates were mounted on the underside of the trap door above. And a crude lead plate and steel door, barely waist high, was dug out across from him at the bottom. He found it locked from the other side.
Cursing, spun around the small area, no wider than his shoulders, but twice as high as his height. He jumped, fingers pushing the panel above to find it was locked tight, he assumed from a trigger lock on the opposite side.
He was, quite effectively, trapped. Pulling out his phone, saw No Signal, and knew they must have a jammer as well. The Bastards were adapting to the new world from the Old Country. How charming.
And how shitty for him.
So much for the surprise factor on his part. Bastards 1, Hharm 0.
"Fucking perfect."
