At Death's Door!

 


Domino Doll moves quickly along the row of warehouses... cloak pulled tightly about her... nodding to herself as she finds the address given to her by Lenny the snitch... she finds an office window she can force and lets herself in... sure enough... the place is full of crates from Anarchistan... and in one already open crate she discovers drugs just as expected...

The tip already paying off... but the real find a few feet away... as you see another open crate... with a beautiful society girl inside... bound and gagged... looking at you with pleading eyes... the crate lit up by a handy light overhead... all you need to do is cross the floor to get to her...

Domino Doll’s eyes widening... thinking it is almost as if the society girl has been put on display for a showing of some sort... meaning Domino better move quickly before the gangsters return... dark cloak flares back from diaphanous white dress as her heels click quickly across the floor...

The floor halfway across giving way... a whole section of it tipping down... like a huge trapdoor... dropping you into a funnel of some kind... like a shoot-the-chute... the last thing you see before the ride is the society girl laughing into her gag...

Domino Doll flails as she realizes she's fallen for the bait... unable to do anything about falling into the chute... her mind racing as she slides down... slinky dress riding up past the tops of her stockings... revealing garters and gun beneath... dark cloak fluttering behind...

The chute depositing you on a heap of mattresses... in the centre of a white room... with four doors... leading north, south, east and west... a speaker in the corner of the room providing a stream of laughter... turning to a purring female voice... "My heroine... too bad you didn't realize which of us was the Damsel in Distress... I am known as the Gamestress, and I've accepted the large contract on your life... enjoy my little maze..."

Domino Doll rolls of the mattress and gets to her feet... quickly smoothing her dress back down over her stocking legs... butter blond hair splashing about as her swiveling head looks around the room from door to door... and she replies... "So the gangsters in this city finally realized that only a woman stood a chance against me... was it Scarelli?"

A chuckle coming over the speakers... "More of a general thing... in fact, Scarelli might be the only one who didn't contribute... maybe he thinks he can deal with you himself... all moot now... nobody has ever survived my maze... now pick a door... or I may have to start pumping in the quick-drying concrete..."

Domino Doll can see no difference between the doors... "How do I know the doors don't all open to a deathtrap of some sort?" drawing the gun from her garter belt as she circles the mattresses to try the least convenient door... "Then again why play with me if you just wanted to kill me... what exactly IS your game?"

More laughter... as gloopy concrete begins to seep in from the chute... sealing it off... and spreading out towards you as you hurry for the door... "Oh, all the doors lead to a trap of some kind... and the game is everything, dear... the fee for my work only goes into constructing better mazes..."

Domino Doll eeps as she nearly loses a heel in the ooze of heavy concrete... narrowly avoiding being buried as she opens the door... slips through... and closes it behind her... her chest heaving against the gossamer white satin of her dress as she takes a deep breath and looks around...

Your eyes widening... just a long corridor-like chamber with two more doors at the end... you wonder what the trap might be... until a razor-sharp dividing wall begins to rise up from the floor... right between your ankles... running the whole length of the corridor...

Domino Doll quickly lifts her left foot over the rising divider before it forces her to ride rather than walk a razor's edge... instinctively going to her right... leaving a choice of only one door... as the rising divider cuts off light and darkens the room... her gloved hand gropes the wall... finding the knob and turning it... the door swinging open... bathing her in a shaft of new light as she backs away with a gasp...

A large creature on the other side of the door... staring at you with lizard eyes... laughter coming from the speaker... "Ah yes... my Lady and the Tiger room... meet Lady... the Tiger will have to go without his lunch today..."

Domino Doll raises her guns as she backs away from “lady...” the dinosaur behind the door... her gun hand shaking for once... she backs into her own shadow... the wall behind allowing her to retreat no further... the creature like something straight out of Jurassic Park... saliva dripping from its jaws as it ducks through the door... and she begins firing...

The bullets keeping it at bay... but not getting through the tough lizard hide... and only seeming to make it madder... as it hisses and roars... opening its mouth wide... the lizard eyes gazing unblinkingly at you...

Domino Doll empties her guns... but still the creature keeps coming... she throws one gun and then the other... screaming as the clawed hand reaches for her... dodging and pirouetting away on a heel... the claws tearing away half her dress from beneath the flaring cloak... the blue eyes behind her mask becoming as wide as oceans... as she dives between the legs of the thundering lizard…

Somehow you find yourself on the other side of the door... the creature not having much room to turn... but making the attempt... swiping at the rest of your dress as it tries to twist itself around in the tiny space...

Domino Doll squeals as the rest of her dress comes off... and she escapes through the door through which the creature came... another room with another door of course... forgetting the door behind until it is too late... the huge head already poking back through... raging... she goes into action... removing her cloak and taunting the creature like a matador... opening the next door... her gravity defying breasts oscillating hypnotically… seeming almost lighter than air as she uses the cloak to lead the creature into a charge... sidestepping as it crashes through the open doorway into the next trap...

The floor under the creature's feet dropping away... followed by the noise of bubbling water... a single roar of pain... and then the piranha tank below the door turns red... you wince... a new dinosaur skeleton for the museum, by the look of it... though you should be able to leap that pit if you take a run up... you hope...

Domino Doll whips her cloak out at the light fixture... the collar hooking there... giving a tug to check that it is secure... before swinging over the piranha tank... quite a sight in her stockings, gloves and heels... bicycling her legs as she swings... freeing the collar of her cloak with a flick of wrist as she lands beyond... wrapping the cloak about her... quickly opening yet another door...

This one leading outside the building... a speaker mounted on the outside wall... sighing... "Too bad... I was certain my pet would chase you into the piranha tank... next time I'll try harder... in the meantime, have fun dodging the other assassins..." She laughs... as the speaker clicks off...

Domino Doll turns her masked face toward the speaker... "I don't know what your game is but you haven't won yet..." her voice trailing off as the speaker clicks... her masked face disappearing into the shadows with a swirl of cloak... leaving a card for the Gamestress in the alley... "Compliments of the Domino Doll..."

(May 2009)