Hello readers, welcome to another story and this time it will be my take on cancelled season 4 Ash vs Evil dead, everything here is only from my head and its not a canon to season 3 and its only pure fiction. Enjoy and read first episode.
ACT I
INT. CRYOGENIC CHAMBER - FUTURE(?) - NIGHT
Total darkness. Silent as a tomb.
Then—PNEUMATIC HISS!
A sound like an eighteen-wheeler releasing its air brakes. A cloud of thick, white cryogenic vapor violently shoots across the frame, cutting through a single beam of harsh, flickering neon blue light.
A heavy, reinforced metal-and-glass visor slides upward with a rusty, screeching GRIND.
Inside a vertical pod lined with chrome, wires, and a thick coating of bubbling, glowing green nutrient slime, a pair of eyes snap open.
ASH WILLIAMS gasps for air. He doesn't look a day older than he did in the Elk Grove bunker, but he looks a hell of a lot more confused. He immediately hacks up a massive mouthful of the green slime.
ASH (Choking, gagging) Agh—pfft! What the hell... did Pablo mix the Mezcal with the bath salts again?
He stumbles blindly forward out of the pod. His legs are completely numb, locking up like a newborn deer on ice. He hits the grated steel floor with a loud, wet, incredibly ungraceful THUD.
He lies there for a second, groaning, his face pressed against the cold metal grid. He wipes green goo from his chin, tasting it.
ASH (Muttering) Tastes like lime Jell-O and battery acid. 0 out of 5 stars. Do not recommend.
He pushes himself up onto one knee, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. He looks down at his right arm. The stump where his hand used to be is gone. In its place is a high-tech, carbon-fiber docking socket, glowing with a soft, pulsating blue ring.
ASH What in the Buck Rogers is going on here? Where's my hand? Where's my chainsaw?!
Footsteps echo through the shadows of the massive chamber. They aren't the wet, squelching steps of a Deadite. They are rhythmic, perfectly paced, and sharp. Click. Click. Click.
Ash scrambles backward until his spine hits the base of his cryogenic pod. He looks around wildly, his eyes landing on a loose piece of heavy, rusted plumbing pipe on the floor. He snatches it up with his left hand, holding it like a baseball bat.
ASH Alright, listen up, whichever Dark One, Light One, or Medium-Rare One you are! You're dealing with Ash Williams! I don't care if it's the future, I will take this pipe and stick it so far up your ancient, mystical keester you'll be tasting rust for a week! Come on! Show yourself!
Out of the dense vapor steps a woman.
She is stunning. Flawless skin, symmetrical features, and a sharp, immovable black bob haircut. She wears a form-fitting, pristine white-and-silver tactical jumpsuit. But her eyes aren't human. If you look closely, tiny mechanical aperture rings inside her irises click and whirl as she focuses on him. Her face is completely expressionless. This is LEXX.
She stops exactly three feet from the tip of Ash's metal pipe. She bows her head by exactly fifteen degrees.
LEXX Greetings, Ashley J. Williams. The Chosen One. The Prophesied Savior of the Organic Epoch.
Ash blinks. He slowly lowers the pipe about an inch. The sheer panic in his chest is instantly overridden by his classic, sleazy, autopilot confidence. He checks her out, giving her a slow nod.
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ASH vs Evil Dead season 4 fan made
FanfictionAfter season 3 ending, Ash is waking up into post-apocalypse world, he thinks everything is gone but his good new partner Lexx is here to help him find his daughter, friend and allies to beat Dark ones and Deadites for one and last time. Can Ash bea...
