Their revelry is cut short, however, as the power to the den goes out. Calling on the resident electrician, Neonbob asks for some accompaniment down to the electrical room. Seeing nothing wrong with this request, Daye happily goes along to prove his expertise. As they go down the stairs to the breakers, Daye is still jubilant over the meal and fun that has been going on during the evening.
At last, the pair reaches the electrical room. Daye immediately gets to work and finds the problem quickly. One of the wires had been worn through, perhaps by rats or the like. He fixes the break in three minutes, and a cheer is heard from above. He lets out a shout of triumph, and then feels an impact in the back of the head, and blacks out.
He comes to, only to find himself strapped into some strange metal contraption. It's only purpose is to hold him in place and ground him, while his arm is forced into the power cable for the AC unit. The arm is calibrate to move very slowly, so Daye is fully awake and aware of what is about to happen to him. Panicking, he thrashes about, trying to get free. After exhausting himself, he hears a chuckle behind him.
It's truly an honor to have met you, Daye. But I expected you to meet your end with more dignity, said Neon.
What...why? I thought we were friends!
Oh, Daye...we are. That's why you get the honor of dying first.
With those words, Neonbob taped Daye's mouth shut, and then sat back to watch the unfolding fun.
The knife pressed up against the power line of the air conditioner, and then began to break through. Daye's eyes bugged, and then his body began to go into spasms as the current entered his body and began to electrocute him. His muffled screams and the sound of electrical shocks filled the air for a full minute, and then all that was left was the sound of electricity flowing through Daye's now cooked body. Smiling, Neon stood up, and went back upstairs to check on the rest of the guests.
When he was questioned about Daye's whereabouts, Neon simply replied,
Oh, he was enthralled with all the gadgets and the great setup of the wiring. He wanted to take a look around and see how everything interacted. I guess the learning never ends for him.
This answer appeased the guests, and the night went on. About thirty minutes later, a strange show came on, and Neon offered to help AE and Chef with the cleanup. They agreed, happy for the help.
While Chef cleaned off the table, AE and Neon were in the kitchen, dealing with the dishes. On one of Chef's trips to the large dining room, Neon asked AE to come over to the oven to see something.
What is it? she asked.
It looks like some baby fell off of the roast, and it's right on the third rack. It smells wonderful, Neon told her.
Enticed by the idea of fresh, piping hot baby still left in the oven, AE bent over to take a look, and that was when Neon shoved here into the oven. Shutting it quickly, AE was stuck, with no room to move and make noises. Chef walked back into the kitchen then, and asked about AE's whereabouts.
She had to take some of the bones out to the trash. You know how it is. They can't go in the disposal and all that, Neon assured him.
True. The damn things mess up the blades in there. It's too bad, Chef acknowledged.
That said, Chef placed the dishes from the dining room on the counter and turned to leave. As soon as Chef turned his back, Neon grabbed a cleaver and buried it in Chef's neck. Chef had no time to even make a gurgled warning to the rest of the attendants, as his spinal cord was cut right through. AE, stuck in the oven, saw the whole thing, and while Neon was busily chopping up Chef, she somehow managed to worm the door free and pop out. Wasting no time, she ran out the back door to her car, a custom with an engine she had worked so very hard getting more horses out of. As she ran out, Neon smiled, knowing what she was bound to try. He merely continued cutting up Chef into chunks, then stuffed him in the oven to cook for a while. he'll make a nice appetizer later, Neon thought.
Back in the parking area, AE started up her car and floored it out of the driveway. Seeing this, Max's caution grew. AE reached the main road, and began calling the police. It rang twice, and then a familiar voice came over the phone.
I'm glad you called, said Neon. I was afraid you'd forget a step or two in the obvious response to this occurance.
You bastard! I saw you kill Chef! How could you? she yelled.
Easily. I used a knife. You said you saw this, how is there any confus...oh, you meant how could I do that to someone who trusted me? Well, he said the thing that made him happiest in life was seeing the reactions that people had to his cooking. It was his highest calling to make good food. Well, I've just given him the highest degree of satisfaction possible. However, I'm afraid I cannot let you spoil this for me. I know how much you love your car, but I regret to inform you that there is a nail bomb in the driver's area. You have...five seconds to find it.
Shocked, AE didn't reply. how did he get it in the car? she wondered?
AE? 2 seconds, came Neon's voice.
AE finally snapped into action, and unbuckled her seat belt as she flung open the door. As she lept out, the nail bomb went off, and filled her back with shrapnel. As her car flew into a ditch, then went airborne right into a tree, AE hit the ground and rolled, each roll shoving the shrapnel further and further into her torso. On the third roll, a piece of shrapnel pierced her heart, killing her.
Hearing the crash over the phone, Neon grinned wickedly, and went back to the den. Naturally, the other guests were curious about the wellbeing of the two accompaniments, but Neon told them that Chef had cut his hand again, and AE rushed him to the hospital for stitches. When the other guests went to investigate, they saw the blood splatter, and were convinced.
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