Post by Publicist on Sept 11, 2017 11:36:51 GMT -5
CHAPTER XXIX: THE GHOST OF MEMORIES END… (PART 2)
BLACK OPS FACILITY
Undisclosed Location…
Michelle Andretti screamed as Reaver drove one of her claws into the woman’s shoulder, twisting it as she snickered. “Come on now mate, tell us ‘bout th’ stick, ‘ow does it work?”
Tears streamed down her face, but she shook her head, resolute in her determination to tell them nothing of the nature of her brother’s staff. She spat in Reaver’s face, “FUCK YOU! GO TO HELL!”
Reaver wiped the spittle from her face, nodding as she licked her hand and drew back her claws, “YOU FIRST LUV!”
Vixxxen grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could slash the woman’s throat. “Let’s not screw ourselves out of a chance to find out what she knows, okay Babe?”
Reaver gave her a sullen and petulant look, then sighed as she backed away, glaring at Michelle, and blowing her a kiss that was filled with the promise that she would eventually kill her. “Soon Luv…very soon.”
Vixxxen leaned down and put her hand on the woman’s open wound. After a moment, her hand burned white hot and Michelle screamed again, but Vixxxen covered her mouth with her free hand. “Shhhhhh! Trust me…it’s going to get worse before it gets better, the sooner you start talking…the sooner this will all be over.”
Michelle could only squeeze her eyes shut tight against the pain as she prayed that she could keep the secret of the true nature of the weapon she and her brother were entrusted to protect hidden from the likes of these people. She prayed that she would die before she told them…she would take the secret of the Holy Lance to her grave…
The blonde woman, glowered as she turned and walked pass the interrogation room. The high heel shoes of Lois Monroe echoed through the complex as she walked into the large office that once belonged to Agent Sloan. It now belonged to her employer, the true power behind Empire City, Daria Knight. “Ms. Knight, your guest has been secured in holding.”
Daria looked up from her desk, sitting back as she laced her fingers, “Has she talked yet…has she said anything about the staff? What it is…how it works?”
Lois shook her head, “Not yet Ma’am, but she will. It’s only a matter of time.”
She paused, frowning a bit as she glanced over her shoulder to ensure that they were alone. “I worry…that your associates…Reaver and Vixxxen may…go too far in their interrogation.”
Daria sighed, “Lois, I don’t concern myself with the affairs of murderers…they do as they will to get me what I want, I only care about results. Right now, I am interested in learning the nature of that staff, and I don’t care what they have to do to find out.” She turned her attention to the monitor in her office that showed the news as they reported on the unrest throughout the city…and in particular its newest threat...'The Angel of Empire City.' Daria laced her fingers together, pointing at the screen. “She has something to do with this…Hexx…it’s all related. I’m going to find out how…I promise you I will…”
“Good evening, I’m Pam Dawson. Empire City remains under a state of emergency as riots have claimed the lives of scores of citizens amidst clashes with police and attacks on suspected metas by One-God activists. At the center of this unrest is the so-called ‘Angel of Empire City’ Hexx. ECPD has officially charged Hexx with the murder of at least two of its officers and the City’s Lord High Protector…Superius.”
“Citizens are urged, if you see Hexx, do not approach her. Contact your local police immediately! She is considered to be extremely dangerous!”
The video monitor clicked off as Detective Jordan stood alongside Captain Lambert in the morgue as the body of the once mighty Superius lay on a slab before them. The mood was somber as the pair struggled to find the words. There were other bodies around them as well, including the two other ECPD officers that Hexx had killed in her battle for the staff. Deimos stood in silent rage as Officer Lockley attempted to console the giant, who stalked away, with vengeance on his mind. The Captain turned back to Stacey.
Lambert broke the silence, “I don’t understand why she did it. I mean…what did she say? You were right there. Why would she kill Superius?”
Stacey arched her brow, “Being crazy isn’t enough?”
The Captain looked at her, he could tell that she had a score to settle, even beyond these deaths. “Detective…you were there when Hexx spoke to Superius…you and Demios, but he isn’t talking. There has to be a reason for this…try to remember what they said.”
Stacey sighed, turning her thoughts back to the confinement cell. “Hexx accused Superius of being a murderer…accused him of killing…her people.” Stacey had no real reference for this…she had no idea what any of that truly meant. Superius was the one who had forged Empire City with his bare hands centuries ago…a protector of the people…at least, that is what history told them. Stacey shook her head, “It doesn’t matter why she did it…she just did it, and now the city is tearing itself apart and it’s up to us to find her and stop her before she kills anyone else!”
The Captain nodded, reaching up and pulling the sheet over Superius’ body. “I didn’t think she would kill him…”
Stacey looked at him, “Sir?”
The Captain shook his head. “Superius has lived for centuries. We don’t know everything about him…about his past, but it didn’t seem possible that anyone could or would want to kill him.”
Stacey folded her arms, looking around at the bodies that were starting to pile up around them. Police officers, innocent civilians, metas, and even One God fanatics. “She called Superius a murderer before she killed him…but she is the only murderer I’ve seen in all this! I am going to get her Captain…I am going to put that bitch in handcuffs or I am going to put her in the fucking ground!”
Stacey walked away, her hands curled into tight fists as she clenched her jaw. Hexx had killed her people…and if it was the last thing she ever did, she was going to get her revenge…no matter what it took…
DOWNTOWN
Lower Eastside, Empire City
Hexx watched as the bloodthirsty mob chased the young girl…her Arella. Killers…murderers…savages. They wanted her blood…they wanted revenge…no matter what it took…
She closed her eyes as the echoes of her past called to her…bringing her back to a time when she also hungered for revenge…no matter what it took…
THE FAR DISTANT PAST
The Wastelands…
The wind lashed at her face as the bitter cold seemed to bite into her. How long she had followed in the shadow of the Roman Legion she no longer knew, but the one thing that she was certain of was that she was now closer to them than she had ever been before…
…closer to the most powerful military power on the planet…
…closer to its leader, a great and mighty leader…
…closer to her goal of getting a chance to kill him for all that he had done…
How long had it been since she had been freed from her Roman captors after a prison term that eclipsed three-hundred years? Anka didn’t know…and she didn’t care. Freedom…so long and unremembered a dream was now hers…yet she was still as much a prisoner of her rage and anger as she had ever been before.
Rome had mercilessly crushed her people…murdered her family…slaughtered thousands, maybe millions as they sought to expand their borders…and yet God did not punish them. No lightning struck their ranks…no fire fell from the sky decimating their base of power. Rome and her armies roamed unchecked…led by a fearsome commander that was fast becoming a legend…maybe even a God…Marcus Superius Regulas!
To Anka…he was another arrogant Roman…another pompous Centurion…another rapist…another murderer. He sat at the head of Rome’s deadly army…and she hoped to sever its head…the cost no longer mattered…especially for a girl that could not die.
Her innocence had been stolen away…her faith had been shattered…all that she had ever known was burned to ash; the one constant in what remained of her life had been her hatred of Rome. She longed to see it fall…desired nothing more than its demise. There was no other reason for her existence that she could see.
She crept into the camp of the enemy…it was no great feat…they were busy celebrating another glorious victory in the name of their many pagan gods. Drunk on mead and thinking only of merriment…and how they would celebrate the razing of the next village that sat in their path, their defenses were easily breached.
It was a sight she had seen before… countless times. Entire townships…cultures…lands were decimated…wiped from the face of the earth. They could join the great empire that was Rome…or be ground into the dust. The village she had just passed fell into the latter category. Mongol bodies were everywhere…men, women, and children alike. Stabbed, hacked to death, burned…all manner of death and destruction had been visited upon them. When the bodies were gone…so to would any evidence of their ever having been.
So much like her own township…she was all that remained. She had dared to denounce the son of God…dared to curse the Almighty when he didn’t save her and her people. She would have died gladly on that day has He allowed it…but that did not come to pass…and she was left to wander aimlessly and alone.
Anka moved though the darkness…finding her way around the camp…looking for the banner that would lead her to her quarry. As she saw the command tent, she knew that the general languished inside. It was heavily guarded…a dead giveaway.
It was too much to hope for, the tent left unguarded, Superius asleep in his bunk…in her mind, no doubt dreaming of rape…murder…conquest. She would plunge his own sword into his chest…or better yet his abdomen. He’d die a slow and painful death…perhaps not slow or painful enough for her liking, but it would have to do. The same for his guards…she’d delight in their deaths as well…so much the better.
For all of her fantasizing about this moment…dreaming that nothing could deter her from it…something did…
She heard the sounds of a wailing girl. Her cries so mournful that she could hardly turn away. Anka reluctantly turned her attention from the command tent, as she followed the sounds of the girl. As she came closer, she heard that the girl not only cried…but spoke as well…and the words, though not spoken in her own tongue, were words that she understood.
Curses to a cruel God…scorn, hatred, and bitterness. It was all so familiar to her…all so painful. She was drawn like a moth to the flame. No longer walking it seemed…almost floating. When her eyes finally fell on the source of the girl’s screaming…it was as if she were reliving a piece of her own history.
A young girl lay over the nude and bloody corpse of a woman…likely her mother. Several other bodies were heaped around…some dead…others dying. The drunken Centurions had had their fun with the rest…and now they turned their attention to the last.
Three was their number…all drunk and stinking of blood and ale. Their manhood no longer stood erect from their earlier abuses, yet what did it matter? It was all just fun and games and the ending was always the same. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to visualize herself walking away…running towards the tent and doing what she came to do…killing the Great General, but that image eluded her. Instead, she felt herself being thrown to the ground…her clothing torn from her…her mother forced to watch as her innocence was taken…not by one…but by many.
She cursed God…she begged God…she wanted to be saved…but no one came to her rescue. God abandoned her to her fate…left her to be savaged…to be ravaged…to be torn asunder…
Anka would not allow it to happen to another…not while she could stop it. It was all a blur to her as she charged in, grabbing the short sword from one drunken Centurion and quickly separating his head from his body. The other grabbed for his sword, but found nothing but air. He shouldn’t have dropped his belt along with his tunic. She jammed the point of the blade into his throat and a great torrent of blood gushed forth, splattering her as the man’s gurgled cries melted away along with his life.
She turned to the final man…then winced…
She looked down and saw the hilt of his blade sticking out of her. She followed it to his hand and up his arm…all the way back to his face. A cruel scar was cleaved there, from his eyebrow all the way across the bridge of his nose, down through his upper lip. The man growled at her as he shouted and roared with such passion and rage.
Anka reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him close, even as she drove her own sword directly into his exposed pelvis, slicing into his genitals. She grimaced as she raised her foot and kicked the screaming man away from her. He held on to his sword, dragging it out of her.
She fell to her knees and put a shaking hand to the vicious wound in her abdomen. The pain was vile and she could feel the acrid taste of her own blood rising in her throat. She didn’t have much time before she lost her window of opportunity. Wounded or not…she’d find a way to get to Superius. The girl was safe…and the General would soon be dead.
She struggled to get to her feet, even as the blood flowed from her like a stream. She staggered toward the tent, casting one last look to the wailing child. “Go…RUN!! Get away from this place…”
“I…I…c-can’t…”
She felt the anger rising in her as she turned to the young girl. “I SAID RU…” The words caught in her throat as she looked down.
The girl’s eyes were covered in a milky haze and stared off into the distance, blind and unseeing…she was going nowhere…
DOWNTOWN
Lower Eastside, Empire City
Hexx snapped out of her trancelike state that her memories had carried her into. She couldn’t get the girl’s face out of her mind…the way she had looked up at her…then only a few moments ago. The same face…wrought with fear. Had her mind been playing tricks on her? Had she just seen a ghost from her past?
Certainly the girl she had just run into wasn’t blind…but the resemblance was uncanny. No…not uncanny…impossible!
She unfurled her wings and dropped away her camouflage, even as she turned to continue her quest for the staff. Yet, inexplicably, she stopped and turned back as she listened to the screams. They were killing her…the girl was going to die…
…again…
“Arella…no…NO!!”
She couldn’t explain why she did it…only knew that she couldn’t stop herself. How many centuries had passed since she failed to save the last person she had ever loved on this planet? She didn’t know…
…but she would save her this time…and no one would stop her. Superius and his thugs had stopped her from saving Arella before…but the Great General was dead now…and no one would stop her now…NO ONE!
BLACK OPS FACILITY
Undisclosed Location…
Michelle Andretti screamed as Reaver drove one of her claws into the woman’s shoulder, twisting it as she snickered. “Come on now mate, tell us ‘bout th’ stick, ‘ow does it work?”
Tears streamed down her face, but she shook her head, resolute in her determination to tell them nothing of the nature of her brother’s staff. She spat in Reaver’s face, “FUCK YOU! GO TO HELL!”
Reaver wiped the spittle from her face, nodding as she licked her hand and drew back her claws, “YOU FIRST LUV!”
Vixxxen grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could slash the woman’s throat. “Let’s not screw ourselves out of a chance to find out what she knows, okay Babe?”
Reaver gave her a sullen and petulant look, then sighed as she backed away, glaring at Michelle, and blowing her a kiss that was filled with the promise that she would eventually kill her. “Soon Luv…very soon.”
Vixxxen leaned down and put her hand on the woman’s open wound. After a moment, her hand burned white hot and Michelle screamed again, but Vixxxen covered her mouth with her free hand. “Shhhhhh! Trust me…it’s going to get worse before it gets better, the sooner you start talking…the sooner this will all be over.”
Michelle could only squeeze her eyes shut tight against the pain as she prayed that she could keep the secret of the true nature of the weapon she and her brother were entrusted to protect hidden from the likes of these people. She prayed that she would die before she told them…she would take the secret of the Holy Lance to her grave…
The blonde woman, glowered as she turned and walked pass the interrogation room. The high heel shoes of Lois Monroe echoed through the complex as she walked into the large office that once belonged to Agent Sloan. It now belonged to her employer, the true power behind Empire City, Daria Knight. “Ms. Knight, your guest has been secured in holding.”
Daria looked up from her desk, sitting back as she laced her fingers, “Has she talked yet…has she said anything about the staff? What it is…how it works?”
Lois shook her head, “Not yet Ma’am, but she will. It’s only a matter of time.”
She paused, frowning a bit as she glanced over her shoulder to ensure that they were alone. “I worry…that your associates…Reaver and Vixxxen may…go too far in their interrogation.”
Daria sighed, “Lois, I don’t concern myself with the affairs of murderers…they do as they will to get me what I want, I only care about results. Right now, I am interested in learning the nature of that staff, and I don’t care what they have to do to find out.” She turned her attention to the monitor in her office that showed the news as they reported on the unrest throughout the city…and in particular its newest threat...'The Angel of Empire City.' Daria laced her fingers together, pointing at the screen. “She has something to do with this…Hexx…it’s all related. I’m going to find out how…I promise you I will…”
“Good evening, I’m Pam Dawson. Empire City remains under a state of emergency as riots have claimed the lives of scores of citizens amidst clashes with police and attacks on suspected metas by One-God activists. At the center of this unrest is the so-called ‘Angel of Empire City’ Hexx. ECPD has officially charged Hexx with the murder of at least two of its officers and the City’s Lord High Protector…Superius.”
“Citizens are urged, if you see Hexx, do not approach her. Contact your local police immediately! She is considered to be extremely dangerous!”
The video monitor clicked off as Detective Jordan stood alongside Captain Lambert in the morgue as the body of the once mighty Superius lay on a slab before them. The mood was somber as the pair struggled to find the words. There were other bodies around them as well, including the two other ECPD officers that Hexx had killed in her battle for the staff. Deimos stood in silent rage as Officer Lockley attempted to console the giant, who stalked away, with vengeance on his mind. The Captain turned back to Stacey.
Lambert broke the silence, “I don’t understand why she did it. I mean…what did she say? You were right there. Why would she kill Superius?”
Stacey arched her brow, “Being crazy isn’t enough?”
The Captain looked at her, he could tell that she had a score to settle, even beyond these deaths. “Detective…you were there when Hexx spoke to Superius…you and Demios, but he isn’t talking. There has to be a reason for this…try to remember what they said.”
Stacey sighed, turning her thoughts back to the confinement cell. “Hexx accused Superius of being a murderer…accused him of killing…her people.” Stacey had no real reference for this…she had no idea what any of that truly meant. Superius was the one who had forged Empire City with his bare hands centuries ago…a protector of the people…at least, that is what history told them. Stacey shook her head, “It doesn’t matter why she did it…she just did it, and now the city is tearing itself apart and it’s up to us to find her and stop her before she kills anyone else!”
The Captain nodded, reaching up and pulling the sheet over Superius’ body. “I didn’t think she would kill him…”
Stacey looked at him, “Sir?”
The Captain shook his head. “Superius has lived for centuries. We don’t know everything about him…about his past, but it didn’t seem possible that anyone could or would want to kill him.”
Stacey folded her arms, looking around at the bodies that were starting to pile up around them. Police officers, innocent civilians, metas, and even One God fanatics. “She called Superius a murderer before she killed him…but she is the only murderer I’ve seen in all this! I am going to get her Captain…I am going to put that bitch in handcuffs or I am going to put her in the fucking ground!”
Stacey walked away, her hands curled into tight fists as she clenched her jaw. Hexx had killed her people…and if it was the last thing she ever did, she was going to get her revenge…no matter what it took…
DOWNTOWN
Lower Eastside, Empire City
Hexx watched as the bloodthirsty mob chased the young girl…her Arella. Killers…murderers…savages. They wanted her blood…they wanted revenge…no matter what it took…
She closed her eyes as the echoes of her past called to her…bringing her back to a time when she also hungered for revenge…no matter what it took…
THE FAR DISTANT PAST
The Wastelands…
The wind lashed at her face as the bitter cold seemed to bite into her. How long she had followed in the shadow of the Roman Legion she no longer knew, but the one thing that she was certain of was that she was now closer to them than she had ever been before…
…closer to the most powerful military power on the planet…
…closer to its leader, a great and mighty leader…
…closer to her goal of getting a chance to kill him for all that he had done…
How long had it been since she had been freed from her Roman captors after a prison term that eclipsed three-hundred years? Anka didn’t know…and she didn’t care. Freedom…so long and unremembered a dream was now hers…yet she was still as much a prisoner of her rage and anger as she had ever been before.
Rome had mercilessly crushed her people…murdered her family…slaughtered thousands, maybe millions as they sought to expand their borders…and yet God did not punish them. No lightning struck their ranks…no fire fell from the sky decimating their base of power. Rome and her armies roamed unchecked…led by a fearsome commander that was fast becoming a legend…maybe even a God…Marcus Superius Regulas!
To Anka…he was another arrogant Roman…another pompous Centurion…another rapist…another murderer. He sat at the head of Rome’s deadly army…and she hoped to sever its head…the cost no longer mattered…especially for a girl that could not die.
Her innocence had been stolen away…her faith had been shattered…all that she had ever known was burned to ash; the one constant in what remained of her life had been her hatred of Rome. She longed to see it fall…desired nothing more than its demise. There was no other reason for her existence that she could see.
She crept into the camp of the enemy…it was no great feat…they were busy celebrating another glorious victory in the name of their many pagan gods. Drunk on mead and thinking only of merriment…and how they would celebrate the razing of the next village that sat in their path, their defenses were easily breached.
It was a sight she had seen before… countless times. Entire townships…cultures…lands were decimated…wiped from the face of the earth. They could join the great empire that was Rome…or be ground into the dust. The village she had just passed fell into the latter category. Mongol bodies were everywhere…men, women, and children alike. Stabbed, hacked to death, burned…all manner of death and destruction had been visited upon them. When the bodies were gone…so to would any evidence of their ever having been.
So much like her own township…she was all that remained. She had dared to denounce the son of God…dared to curse the Almighty when he didn’t save her and her people. She would have died gladly on that day has He allowed it…but that did not come to pass…and she was left to wander aimlessly and alone.
Anka moved though the darkness…finding her way around the camp…looking for the banner that would lead her to her quarry. As she saw the command tent, she knew that the general languished inside. It was heavily guarded…a dead giveaway.
It was too much to hope for, the tent left unguarded, Superius asleep in his bunk…in her mind, no doubt dreaming of rape…murder…conquest. She would plunge his own sword into his chest…or better yet his abdomen. He’d die a slow and painful death…perhaps not slow or painful enough for her liking, but it would have to do. The same for his guards…she’d delight in their deaths as well…so much the better.
For all of her fantasizing about this moment…dreaming that nothing could deter her from it…something did…
She heard the sounds of a wailing girl. Her cries so mournful that she could hardly turn away. Anka reluctantly turned her attention from the command tent, as she followed the sounds of the girl. As she came closer, she heard that the girl not only cried…but spoke as well…and the words, though not spoken in her own tongue, were words that she understood.
Curses to a cruel God…scorn, hatred, and bitterness. It was all so familiar to her…all so painful. She was drawn like a moth to the flame. No longer walking it seemed…almost floating. When her eyes finally fell on the source of the girl’s screaming…it was as if she were reliving a piece of her own history.
A young girl lay over the nude and bloody corpse of a woman…likely her mother. Several other bodies were heaped around…some dead…others dying. The drunken Centurions had had their fun with the rest…and now they turned their attention to the last.
Three was their number…all drunk and stinking of blood and ale. Their manhood no longer stood erect from their earlier abuses, yet what did it matter? It was all just fun and games and the ending was always the same. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to visualize herself walking away…running towards the tent and doing what she came to do…killing the Great General, but that image eluded her. Instead, she felt herself being thrown to the ground…her clothing torn from her…her mother forced to watch as her innocence was taken…not by one…but by many.
She cursed God…she begged God…she wanted to be saved…but no one came to her rescue. God abandoned her to her fate…left her to be savaged…to be ravaged…to be torn asunder…
Anka would not allow it to happen to another…not while she could stop it. It was all a blur to her as she charged in, grabbing the short sword from one drunken Centurion and quickly separating his head from his body. The other grabbed for his sword, but found nothing but air. He shouldn’t have dropped his belt along with his tunic. She jammed the point of the blade into his throat and a great torrent of blood gushed forth, splattering her as the man’s gurgled cries melted away along with his life.
She turned to the final man…then winced…
She looked down and saw the hilt of his blade sticking out of her. She followed it to his hand and up his arm…all the way back to his face. A cruel scar was cleaved there, from his eyebrow all the way across the bridge of his nose, down through his upper lip. The man growled at her as he shouted and roared with such passion and rage.
Anka reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him close, even as she drove her own sword directly into his exposed pelvis, slicing into his genitals. She grimaced as she raised her foot and kicked the screaming man away from her. He held on to his sword, dragging it out of her.
She fell to her knees and put a shaking hand to the vicious wound in her abdomen. The pain was vile and she could feel the acrid taste of her own blood rising in her throat. She didn’t have much time before she lost her window of opportunity. Wounded or not…she’d find a way to get to Superius. The girl was safe…and the General would soon be dead.
She struggled to get to her feet, even as the blood flowed from her like a stream. She staggered toward the tent, casting one last look to the wailing child. “Go…RUN!! Get away from this place…”
“I…I…c-can’t…”
She felt the anger rising in her as she turned to the young girl. “I SAID RU…” The words caught in her throat as she looked down.
The girl’s eyes were covered in a milky haze and stared off into the distance, blind and unseeing…she was going nowhere…
DOWNTOWN
Lower Eastside, Empire City
Hexx snapped out of her trancelike state that her memories had carried her into. She couldn’t get the girl’s face out of her mind…the way she had looked up at her…then only a few moments ago. The same face…wrought with fear. Had her mind been playing tricks on her? Had she just seen a ghost from her past?
Certainly the girl she had just run into wasn’t blind…but the resemblance was uncanny. No…not uncanny…impossible!
She unfurled her wings and dropped away her camouflage, even as she turned to continue her quest for the staff. Yet, inexplicably, she stopped and turned back as she listened to the screams. They were killing her…the girl was going to die…
…again…
“Arella…no…NO!!”
She couldn’t explain why she did it…only knew that she couldn’t stop herself. How many centuries had passed since she failed to save the last person she had ever loved on this planet? She didn’t know…
…but she would save her this time…and no one would stop her. Superius and his thugs had stopped her from saving Arella before…but the Great General was dead now…and no one would stop her now…NO ONE!
EPISODE CREDITS
CAST (In order of appearance)
CAST (In order of appearance)
Michelle Andretti ... Delia Darling
Reaver ... Melissa Reeves
Vixxxen ... Katie Anderson
Lois Monroe ... Trixie
Daria Knight ... Missy
Pam Dawson ... Francesca Hayward
Detective Jordan ... Nina Stokes
Captain Lambert ... Wellington Leander IV
General Superius ... Mason Moore
Demios ... Redd Thunder
Sergeant Lockley ... Ashley Marie Chase
Hexx/Anka … Kenzi Grey
Nude Bloody Corpse ... Christina Millar
Decapitated Centurion … Parker Van Peters
Neck Stab Centurion ... Gleason Dodd
Scarred Centurion ... Chris Andrew
Blind Girl (Arella) … Orchid
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Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy & Guilty Pleasure
Reaver ... Melissa Reeves
Vixxxen ... Katie Anderson
Lois Monroe ... Trixie
Daria Knight ... Missy
Pam Dawson ... Francesca Hayward
Detective Jordan ... Nina Stokes
Captain Lambert ... Wellington Leander IV
General Superius ... Mason Moore
Demios ... Redd Thunder
Sergeant Lockley ... Ashley Marie Chase
Hexx/Anka … Kenzi Grey
Nude Bloody Corpse ... Christina Millar
Decapitated Centurion … Parker Van Peters
Neck Stab Centurion ... Gleason Dodd
Scarred Centurion ... Chris Andrew
Blind Girl (Arella) … Orchid
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Directed by … DubbleFC
Screenplay by … Ron B.
Produced by … CTN Television Studios
Casting by … Maleek Raheem
Music by … Pedos Candy & Guilty Pleasure