Vermin 2, Mindbeasts
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A giant octopus attacks a film crew in the Arizona desert and a wrangler is killed.
A rattlesnake the size of the freight train smashes vehicles and devours pedestrians.
A tarantula attacks a singing cowboy at a San Gabriel Valley movie ranch.
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Vermin 2, Mindbeasts - Darryle Purcell
Vermin 2: Mind Beasts
© Copyright Darryle Purcell, 2023
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ISBN (Print): 978-1-950464-39-5
ISBN (eBook): 978-1-950464-40-1
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I am Vermin!
1.RUMBLE ON THE RANGE
2.JUST A PUBLIC SERPENT
3.TRAILING EVIL
4.THE SCALES OF JUSTICE
5.BEST-LAID PLANS VETTED
6.TRACKIN’ RATS
7.THE TAMING OF THE BROOD
8.A GATHERING OF WEASELS
9.GUNFIGHT AT THE MOVIE RANCH
10.CLEANUP ON LAMBIE PIE
11.THE DUCK-BILLED DETECTIVE
12.LIFE'S A BEACH!
13.JUST DESERTS
14.INTO THE LAIR OF THE MIND BEASTS
15.BATTLE OF THE BEASTS
16.RED CARPETS AND BREAKFAST
About the Author
Other Books by Darryle Purcell...
I am Vermin!
"Good and Evil clash in a perpetual war for the soul of mankind. Evil smiles, bribes, lies and
blackmails its way into power.
If that doesn’t work, it uses deadly force.
"Good spends its time trying to explain why it’s only common sense to reject Evil. When Good reaches a point where it must use force to defend itself, unfortunately, it limits its weapons and warriors, thus giving Evil a high handicap.
"That’s where I come in. I fight evil – no limits – no compromises – no negotiations – no exceptions.
I am Vermin!"
RUMBLE ON THE RANGE
Movie star
Cal Rangle, whose real name was Calvin Haselgrove, sat quietly in the director’s chair while smoking a big black Honduran cigar. His white Stetson was pulled low to keep the late-afternoon Arizona sun from cooking his face. The actor’s lack of movement seemed to contradict the frenetic activity that surrounded him, as the camera crew, director and sycophants, actors, extras, wranglers, stage-hands, and horses hustled in every direction while dust and curses carried on the air. Vehicle tire tracks were being raked out of the dirt as cowboys and their mounts found their marks for the first chuck-wagon scene of Rumble on the Range , a musical-western television pilot being produced by Flackery Films of Fullerton, California.
Rangle, who had been plucked out of his position as boy singer with the Traveling County Fair Country/Western Review Players by Sonny Flackery to become what the producer had hoped would be a 21st Century version of Gene Autry, tugged on the yellow bandana around his neck as he questioned his career choice. With the Review Players, the tall, blond singer had relished the instant approval he became used to from the throngs of pretty girls, who always squealed with delight as they surrounded the stage during his county fair performances. In those days, he was able to stay clean and sharp as he made his way through his adoring fans, signing autographs and hugging the prettiest ladies in the crowd, many of whom were eighteen to twenty-two years old and not just enamored by his voice.
He used his bandana to wipe dust away from his mouth. He knew that his fan-fervor had dramatically cooled over the last few months. When he first joined Flackery, he had delusions of becoming a big movie star like Michael Dudikoff or Judge Reinhold. Instead, Rangle had become a 1950s-style B-western singing cowboy in a low-budget television pilot in which he held little faith.
Flackery believed the public was ready for the nostalgia project and that families would gather with their children in front of their televisions to thrill at the adventures of clean-living, all-American cowboys Cal Rangle and Lefty as they battled the black-hatted bad guys of the Old West, saved the ranches, captured horse thieves, took their hats off in front of schoolmarms and sang country ballads to their horses.
Rangle was beginning to think Flackery was nuts. With all the streaming services and cable networks available, he thought, why would anybody choose to watch an outdated G-ratedhorse opera? But it was too late to pull out of the project. He’d signed the contract and knew there was no escape clause. And maybe someone will see the pilot, he thought, and hire him for a classy ninja movie. But for right at that time, he sure missed his county fair audiences of pretty ladies.
You ready for the scene, Cal?
asked Bob St. Michaels, who portrayed the hero’s horse-faced, bearded, comical-sidekick Lefty.
Let’s get this one over with,
Rangle spat. I need a drink!
Cal stood up as director Leon Whitley moved behind him and quickly slipped into his chair like an angry eel. Places, everyone!
Whitley shouted.
The crew moved out of the digital camera’s field, revealing a background of Big Sandy dunes salted with fake saguaro cactuses in just the right places for a well-composed scene. The majestic Hualapai Mountains towered beyond the dunes with bright-green pine trees and sharp gray rocks marbled with rust and quartz. Rangle picked up his guitar, placed his left foot on the spoke of a wagon wheel and adopted his most sincere fake smile as the director’s assistant announced the scene and slapped the clapperboard at the same time that Whitley shouted, Action!
Four riders, including Lefty, faced the camera, pulled back on their reins as if they had just arrived and jumped off their horses.
Cal!
Lefty shouted. We’ve got trouble!
Just simmer down, boys,
Rangle said, while strumming his guitar. I was born to face trouble.
A crewmember behind the director pushed a button on a CD player, which coincided with the singing cowboy’s movements. A prerecorded song, which included backup singers and at least a dozen instruments, played Cal Rangle’s country selection of Facing Trouble, as the star silently moved his lips along with his own recording. (A much-cleaner digital version would be dubbed into the picture in editing.) Actors, extras and horses all froze in place to stare adoringly at the cowboy troubadour as he faked singing the hopefully-soon-to-be popular number. (Flackery planned on releasing all songs Rangle performed in the pilot and potential series for downloading, CDs and even on vinyl.)
When Rangle completed the song, he calmly leaned his guitar against the wagon wheel, adjusted his two-gun belt and stood straight in front of the cowboys. So what kind of trouble are we gonna have to face?
Dang it!
Lefty spat. That flap-jabberin’ lawyer Blackie Slats is back in town and threatenin’ to take the ranch!
Rangle pulled his right-hand gun out of its holster and held it up for all to see. I think I’m gonna be forced to have a little talk with Blackie, boys. Like the song says, we need to face trouble headon!
And cut!
Whitley shouted. Everyone hold your places while we set up for a couple of close-up shots.
The film crew noticed it was suddenly in the shade, as if a large cloud had just blocked the bright Arizona sun. Then a slight rumble was heard. The first complaint came from Lefty’s horse, followed by several other steeds that began to snort and stomp.
What the hell’s wrong with them?
Whitley shouted as wrangler Dan Davies stepped in to try and calm the mounts.
Cal Rangle felt the ground moving beneath his feet just as the camera fell and the horses went wild, rearing and running.
Earthquake!
the scriptgirl screamed.
In Arizona?
Lefty asked.
The sand dunes began to splash about with waves, tossing the fake saguaros into the air like driftwood in a typhoon. The film crew members grabbed onto whatever they could to make themselves feel more stable. Scriptgirl Patty Zimmer leaped into Cal’s arms, only to be dropped to the ground as the prospective hero screamed like Jamie Lee Curtis in just about any of her late-20thcentury roles, and ran in little circles.
Holy shit!
Lefty hollered as he pointed at the first long green tentacle to lift out of the sand. It had huge circular suckers on one side reaching from the tip to the base, a length of at least thirty feet. Then the sucker-covered arm slammed to the ground, smashing the chuck wagon into slivers as several more octopus arms burst out of the sand only to pull a great, bloated sea-beast body to the surface. The undulating, splotchy-green giant octopus had two large, angry eyes and a sharp beak that opened, spat sand and roared at the terrified film crew.
It be a kraken!
stagehand and former sailor Winston Windy
O’Gill shrieked.
One tentacle wrapped around wrangler Dan and lifted him into the air like a toy. Cal, still holding his revolver in his right hand, was frozen with fear as he looked up at the creature. He noticed his gun and thought, Maybe the sound will frighten the beast.
The quaking cowboy also drew his left-hand six-shooter, pointed both silver prop pistols at the desert sea monster and fired twelve loud blanks. The wrangler was tossed to the ground, as the giant octopus slipped back into the Arizona sand. Then there was a moment of silence as everyone questioned his or her own sanity.
What the f–?
Lefty began to shout.
Is everyone okay?
Whitley asked.
No!
Patty the script girl said as she leaned over the wrangler. Dan’s dead!
Oh, crap!
Whitley shouted. That beast killed him!
Not exactly,
she said. There’s a bullet hole in the center of his chest!
Several people turned to look at the star of the picture.
Holy Alec Baldwin!
Rangle stammered, with sweat dripping off his face. My guns were filled with blanks. I was just trying to frighten that thing away!
JUST A PUBLIC SERPENT
At 8 a.m. the next day, Whitley and Rangle sat in Sonny Flackery’s office in downtown Fullerton, California. Flackery, who owned the small studio, which stood right next to DuckTard Comics, had invited his friend, comic-book publisher Vernon Jiles, to the meeting.
The reports I’ve heard sound like one of your comic books,
the producer had told the artist.
Indie filmmaker Flackery and Jiles had discovered common ground in both of their efforts to earn a living while entertaining the public. Award-winning DuckTard and Prof. Bismarck comic books had found a profitable and growing readership at a time while more traditional comic companies were struggling. At the same time, Sonny Flackery was attempting to produce a variety of unique entertainment offerings that other studios had rejected as not viable in today’s culture. His first full-length film was the slightly profitable Knights of the Digital Table, a wildly traditional while somewhat violent videogame fantasy. That effort garnered him the ability to produce his current singing western pilot – a genre that was definitely something other studios wanted nothing to do with. Being unique cuts down on the competition,
he often said.
Flackery, who was a tall, thin man with somewhat bushy brown hair, was unaware of Jiles’ amazing abilities to bring his characters to life while controlling the perceptions of people around him. The cartoonist had learned as a child that he could visualize his characters on paper before lifting his pencil. Then, after years of focusing his mind on his illustration work, he found out he could bring his cartoons into the real world. Like a master hypnotist, Jiles realized people could be made to see and react to things that didn’t really exist. Little by little, he had created a cadre of unique comic-book characters that not only filled his publications, but also joined him on his quests to deliver real justice. And, as a true champion, he used his skills to purge civilization of its worst inhabitants, criminals who prey on the innocent.
Coffee, gentlemen?
Flackery offered.
No, thank you,
Whitley and Rangle answered in unison.
My friend, Mr. Jiles, is here as a witness,
the producer said from behind his desk, as Vernon, wearing slacks, a white shirt and a red sweater vest, nodded from his seat on the office couch. I understand you had a situation while shooting on location in Arizona. The information I’ve heard has been somewhat odd, to say the least. Can you clear things up for me?
To the best of their abilities, the two men recounted their shared experiences in the desert. Wide-eyed and with a lot of hand gestures, they described the giant desert octopus that attacked their unit.
Windy called it a kraken!
Rangle stated.
And when Cal started firing his prop gun, the beast dived back into the sand,
Whitley explained. And we found wrangler Dan Davies lying dead where the creature dropped him.
But I’m told he’d been shot,
Flackery said.
Yeah!
Rangle exclaimed. But I was shooting blanks!
He was,
Whitley explained. I immediately checked his weapons. All of the shells were blank cartridges.
You said the monster crushed the chuck wagon,
the producer continued.
Yes! Smashed it to bits!
Whitley said. But when it was all over, the wagon was fine! Nothing was out of place! We couldn’t even find any tracks in the dirt from all those tentacles! Even our fake saguaro cactuses were back standing exactly where we had placed them! There was nothing left behind to prove we were even attacked, other than Dan’s body, and he had been shot!
That’s quite a report, Leon,
Flackery said. I want you and Cal to work at our Gardena facility for a few days. Do all the inside set and close-up work you can. I know the Arizona location shooting gave you a lot of A-film quality backgrounds, but you might have to complete the picture at Disney Golden Oak Ranch in the San Gabriel Valley. I’ll let you know more after I investigate the situation.
The two men left quietly, and Flackery turned his chair to face Jiles.
What do you think, Vern?
Let’s wait until my spy comes in,
said the six-two, square-jawed and ruggedly handsome cartoonist as he tossed his head to flip back a lock of his wavy red hair that had dropped over his right eye. She’s been listening at the back door.
The entrance at the rear of the office opened quickly and Jiles’ five-foot, three-inch beautiful partner, Tenacity, entered the room wearing a light-blue skirt and suit jacket with a white blouse and cameo necklace. She held her stylish, small, feathered cap in her hand, which allowed her golden curls to flow onto her shoulders. She also had a matching purse that was just big enough for her lipstick, powder compact, notebook, pencil, a few lady accessories and Smith and Wesson .38 caliber revolver.
What do you think, sweet-cakes?
Jiles asked.
That’s quite a story, Vern, Sonny,
she said, as she made herself comfortable in a winged-back chair. It’s probably the first time anyone’s ever reported having run into a sea monster in the Mojave Desert.
The fact that everyone saw the chuck wagon destroyed and, later, found it to be untouched tells me the film crew was subjected to a mass hallucination,
Jiles explained. That’s weird enough by itself. But when a murder takes place during the presentation, then it becomes very disturbing.
So you believe what they had to say?
Flackery asked.
I do,
Jiles answered. Magicians, hypnotists, attorneys and politicians have been able to make people see and believe the unbelievable since so-called civilization began.
Well, if it was a mass hallucination, what caused the horses to go wild?
Flackery asked. Animals can’t be hypnotized.
Sound! Whoever or whatever was controlling the illusions also used some high-pitched sounds to mess with the mounts. This ‘attack’ was well-planned.
Vern and I know someone who is a bit of an expert on the subject of mass hallucinations,
Tenacity said. We’ll contact him and find out what we can.
That’s right, Sonny,
Jiles said. Leave it with us for the moment and we’ll see what we can do.
Thank you. Is there anything I can do to help?
We’d like to see whatever you have on the wrangler, Dan Davies.
I’ll call Delores Claypool,
Flackery said. She handles human resources. I’ll have her email a copy of Davies’ file to your office. I understand the Mohave County Sheriff’s Department already asked for a copy.
Sounds good, Sonny,
Jiles said. Tenacity and I just sent our pages to the printer for the next DuckTard/Prof. Bismarck crossover book and we’ve got a couple of loose days. And I know how you can’t afford any more problems with the pilot. You handle things with your production and we’ll do a little investigating.
The two cartoonists walked next door to their comic-book studio.
You know, Vern. This means there’s someone out there who can do a few of the very same tricks that Vermin is noted for. And that is a bit worrisome, isn’t it?
And by an odd coincidence it seems to have landed at our doorstep.
Coincidence, maybe,
Tenacity said. Or perhaps someone knows who you are and chose the Flackery flick because the two of you are friends.
You mean it was a message being sent to me personally?
More of a challenge, from someone who knows our secret!
The prior year had been a wonderful one for the couple. Jiles and Tenacity had fallen in love, married and expanded DuckTard Comics to include Tenacity’s Prof. Bismarck series, which was a tremendous success. Readers embraced the new characters so well that Tenacity had won the coveted Rico Award, which was named after the legendary imaginative cartoonist, writer and editor Don Rico, whose inspirational artwork improved the quality of the comic-book business from the 1930s into the 1980s. Publishers and critics had recently rediscovered his unique illustrations and creative stories and brought them to the attention of 21stcentury artists and writers. The Comic-Book Creators of America (CBCA) organization launched the Rico Award to honor the most original innovators of the