It sings of Death

The rain stopped as Maurice and Paul ran tired themselves out some distance to the Van. It was midnight and along with being exhausted, they were cold, wet, and hungry. They sat on the ground and Paul asked.

Paul:
Did you see that boss?

Maurice:
Shut Up!! Let me think. Those bitches just did the Impossible and one thing I know is the impossible does not like to be seen.

Paul:
Boss…

Maurice:
Maurice, Paul. My lame gang isn't here right now. We are buds, so, Maurice.

Paul:
Maurice, do you know what this means?

Maurice:
That we are dead. Serena almost finished the job last time and if Bic is dead, I'm next.

Paul:
Yes, but what they did. It could explain how they are always around. How they are always perfect at what they do, why we can't beat them, and how they can recover so quickly. If they can do that there is no telling what else they a capable of. Maurice, we have to skip town. Forget Bic he's learned his lesson. Let's leave and never show our faces here again.

Maurice:
I am not a pussy. If I leave, I am running from Serena. I have to beat her and take her sister as my trophy. I can't leave while we a so close when we almost have her.

A perverted smile spreads across his face and just then Paul notices something sticking out of the ground.

Maurice:
I just have to figure out how to beat them. Now I thought…

Paul:
Maurice, What's that?

Maurice:
What?

Maurice sees it too and goes to investigate. It was something flat and covered in a cloth and it was buried under leaves. Maurice digs it up and lifts it to take a closer look at it. It was an old vinyl record cover.

Paul:
It looks really old.

The wind blows through and the environment gets colder.

Paul:
(shudders) It's Cold.

Maurice:
What the fuck is this

Maurice tilts the cover and out comes a black Vinyl record with a mostly gold center banded with platinum and silver symbols etched into the center.

Paul:
Wow, it looks crazy.

Paul and Maurice see a silhouette of something flash past the trees, Paul sees a shadow with red reptilian eyes for a second before it runs away so fast it looks like it vanished he then hears malicious laughter. Paul looks at Maurice who is shivering and could see his breath.

Paul:
Maurice?

Strange voice:
Hold it.

Maurice:
Well, you heard The Voice.

Paul:
Man, I don't know about this, something isn't right.

Maurice:
I need a way to beat those bitches this could be it.

Paul:
Can't you just forget about them, this is insane.

Maurice:
No, those fools have got to learn not to fuck with me. If this record can give me what I need then, whatever happens, will be worth it.

Paul:
But Maurice…

Maurice:
Shut up.

Maurice slips the record from the cover and holds it with his left hand at first all is quiet and then his fingertips feel numb and cold then he feels a burning sensation and the feeling spreads across Maurice's arm and to his shock and Terror his entire left arm begins to decay. The rot spreads from his hand to his body before Paul uses the cover to pull the record from Maurice's hand. Maurice's entire left arm, pec, and shoulder all the way to the shoulder blades along with the left side of his neck, lower jaw, and the entire left side of his ribs looked and smelled dead. it was like he had been dead for days. The pain before the record was taken was so great that it put Maurice on his knees. Paul throws the record immediately throws in fear that the same may happen to him. The yell from Maurice alerts the other members of the gang to Maurice's location.