Trouble in Paradiso

Jack Falconi voice log 2

“So, here I am again. Lived long enough and seen enough to warrant makin’ a second one of these. So after that mess with at Vincent’s suddenly everybody wanted to talk to me. Cops asked about it and I gave them a brief version of events, leavin a few details out. Then this honest to God man in black shows up, flashes a badge and says his name’s Agent Horrigan or somethin like that. Anyways, him I tell the whole thing too, even gave him the book. He kept asked if I heard a weird vibrating noise during the mess. I said no, and didn;t think anything of it until the other night.”

“Anyways, didn’t get a chance to contact any of the others right away, not that it matters, and I’m startin to believe in Destiny. See, I go out to a bar, one I hadn’t been to before, start hittin the bottle a bit, talkin to this bartended, Simon. Well he seems like a good enough guy and we get to talkin, I end up tellin him a bit about the incident at Vincent’s still leavin out the harder to believe parts. Well next day I decide it’s time to go bar hoppin for real, and I bring Simon along. We settle in over at the Lonestar. Doesn’t get the touristy types. Who should I see but Simone! I was drinkin a bit heavily and the events were a little hard to put together, but I think I said some nasty stuff to her. Have to apologize sometime… maybe.”

“So, she was there, Simon was there. Heck that teacher that survived at the casino with us was there too. We all got to talkin’ and drinkin. Eventually even some young that that works out at Ocean Land or Water World or whatever got talkin with us. It gets late and we all figure to move on. Well we’re all walkin down the street a bit and there’s a scream. A nasty one. So we go runnin, see if we can help and there’s the girl. Some kinda pop singer or somethin, and she’s all bitin this other woman’s neck out. Crazy as hell. Well she takes off runnin and a bunch of us go after her, right?”

Sound of drinking.

“Well, she ducks into this hotel that’s goin up and we start followin her, cept she’s crazy fast, and singing. It was bizzare, not as bizzare as crawlin porcelain hands but still… So, we chase her and she goes through a door. That’s when we hit a big ole shit house of weird again. Stairs are old and creeky and I swear ghosts start comin out of the walls. Tryin to tear off people’s parts! I wouldn;t think a ghost would go down to swingin crow bar or a series of body blows but they did. Water World and teacher lady got kinda banged up though. Still, I can’t just let this girl get away after she killed that woman. Cops’s never believe it and if she was big talent, someone from one of the crime families woulda got her off the hook. But I’m gettin ahead of myself. We get up to the roof and everything’s real hazy. Not just from the booze either, I mean it’s like fog on a cloudy day cept it wasn’t quite day break. Anyways, a fight breaks out between my crew and this crazy chick and she does somethin to me. It wasn’t just the booze, I SWEAR! It’s like she got in my head and I just couldn’t focus, I was out of it for a bit, when I came to my senses, I had layed out poor teacher lady, man I gotta send her flowers or something. But we knocked the girl out and there’s this…Image behind her, like a guy with puppet strings or somethin comin out of his hands. And he doesn’t have a head, just a big old hole that goes to nowhere…then, shit… it’s harder to believe when I say it out loud.”

Long pause for a drink. Sound of a bottle crashing against the wall.

“Wolves… big wolves come out of the fog. Then the turn into men. Just like in them werewolf movies. We have some words, almost get in a big fight with them too. That mighta been a fight I would lose. Anyways, they tear the crazy girl to shreds, say they killed her Den Mother or some such. I don’t know anything about that. All I know is that they eventually let us off the hook. I staggered home, and Simone was on the couch. Shoulda talked to her but everythign had just gotten to me… I crashed.”

“Anyways, I’m thinkin real hard now. I don’t know much about all this weird stuff, but I remember stories, bout them Greeks or Romans or whatever… and how they had heroes that hunted monsters, killed em, like Hercules. If there’s more, and now I’m pretty damned sure there are more things out there, and their hurtin regular folks. Well somebody’s gotta do somethin about it. Might as well be me. So the comin weeks, I’m gonna work on trainin Scagnetti’s up and comer… and when I’m not doin that, I’m gonna do a bit of diggin, maybe over at the library, read about some of them warrior cultures. Probly end up on the bad side of the cops but somebody’s gotta do somethin…Hell, I don’t know… just gonna try my best is all I guess. Jack Falconi, out.”

Jack Falconi voice log 1

“Allright, I got this voice recorder thing cuz of what I seen. Let’s hope it works. So damndest thing ever, I was in Vincent’s casino, y’know checkin out the talent, havin a drink. All of a sudden these guys come in. A ton of em, armed to the teeth. They got this scarred up South American guy leadin em. He’s got this weird book on a chain. Well he and his goons start pickin people out, hostages I guessed. Damnit if he didn’t pick me. More uncormftable still, he manages to find Simone. God, she’s still a looker after all these years. Hang on a sec”

Sound of gulping down a drink

“Yeah, started hittin the bottle again. Stuff like this’ll do it to ya. So anyways, they bring us all down into the elevators and they start goin down into the basement, then further. Ya’d think the cops’d be there but I guess cops got better things to do than get killed. Smart money is they were after the vault, but why take so many hostages. I was about to be enlightened…as they say…I guess. Anyways It wasn’t the vault exactly. We got outa the elevators and we’re in this old tunnely cave complex. Who’da thought THAT woulda been down there. Not this guy. Well The South American guy starts basically usin the hostages to check for booby traps. I woulda tried to take him out right there but bout 20 guys with guns… couldn’t do it. Anyways, he posts guards along the way and we get deeper and deeper down there. There’s all these old Indian symbols and stuff carved into the wall. I don’t know what they mean. No clue really. Well we get to the end of the tunnels, right?”

Another sound of drinking

“So we get there and there IS a vault door, but it’s some kinda old Indian puzzle turny lock thing. The guys start goin about openin it. By now there’s only a handful of guys and theres only a few of us hostages left too. Thank God Simone was allright. There were a couple of other girls too. One of turns out was a school teacher of some sort. I’ll have to ask her bout those paintings one day. Well they get the door open and all these hands come spillin out. Not real hands but ones made out of porcelain. It’s weird. Well the leader goes in and starts chantin’. He’s flippin through the book as he goes and his men are just tryin to keep watch, which is hard cuz when them hands came out, it kicked up a whole buncha dust. I’m seein my chance so I start easin toward that vault door. Maybe if I can knock out their boss these other guys would fold right? Well in the vault there’s a big ol’ pool and more hands. And this is where it starts to go from creepy as hell to downright freaky.”

Gulping and the sound of a bottle being slammed down.

“All them hands, they start crawlin, start attacking people. Saw one of em crawl down one of the guys’ throat. Nasty way to go. Anyways the leader is super crazy, I discover. He takes his big ol machete and WHACK takes off his left hand. Then one of those hands start crawlin up his body and toward the stump, like it’s gonna take his place. That’s my chance. I wail on im’. Big tough guy like that? Figured he’d go a few rounds. Not happenin’. Couple of body shots and an uppercut and he’s in the water, bleedin. I don’t think he ever got out. Good, ‘swhat he deserves, usin poor regular folk like that. So I’m about to leave and this OTHER guy shows up from nowhere. Porcelain mask and hands just like those that are crawlin around everywhere. Tries to choke me. Not havin that. Well I’m fightin him off and the girls out there are smashin those hands. Simone chunks somethin at the guy and that distracts him. I grab the South American guy’s book and get out of there. Lucky thing too cuz the vault door was closin. The porcelain mask guy he tries to leave but more of those hands grab him and I hear this hoarse whisper say ‘help me’. We hightailed it back to the elevator right then.”

“So Scagnetti shows up at the elevator with a bunch of his mob goons… ah I mean associates. Guess they got the scrote and decided to take back their place. He talks to us survivors, tryin to pay us off. I’m not havin that, but I say I’m not gonna go spillin about what kinda nut house he’s got down here. And I didn’t tell the cops, I mean that one guy’s probly dead cuz I left him in the vault. Read that book little earlier tonight. Crazy stuff. Seems some sculptor guy was workin at Vincent’s and he finds out about this well down here. It’s some kind of old Indian wishing well. You cut off your hand you get a new porcelain one and your wish. Only works every 20 years though. Anyways, the sculptor plans on breakin in. Bad idea, worse is he starts goin crazy, sculptin nothin but porcelain hands. Weird, WEIRD stuff. Journal doesn’t say much after that. Since I hear he ended up mutilated in the woods somewhere, I’m guessin he didn’t get his wish. Come to think of it, that Scagnetti guy had gloves on.”

“So, stuff’s not right around here. There’s somethin about this town that stinks. I got nothin’ left that resembles a real life. So I’m gonna do some diggin, maybe contact Simone and those other girls that survived. See if we can’t do some diggin and find out what’s goin on. I guess if don’t end up dead, I’m gonna make another voice log thing when somethin turns up. Jack Falconi out.”

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