Now I don't know if any of you remember the Bedhunter or not. He is my CSIS employed secret agent that hunts down and kills/tags beds for a living. Recently I wrote his third story and I am here to share it with you. Tell me what you think.
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The Bedhunter Vol 3
Written by William Evans
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Happiness, some search for it all their lives and come up with nothing. Others find it early, find it when they don’t know what to do with it and waste it on trivial things. It’s a fickle and fragile thing and it should be treasured, not wasted on the ignorant. I, myself haven’t found happiness yet, I don’t know if I will ever find it. My life, my line of work, demands something special, something that happiness wouldn’t allow. My life demands solitude. I must never make a meaningful connection, a connection that could bring me to my knees if it were to be exploited. They would do anything to have me out of the picture and having happiness would give them exactly what they wanted. What do I do you ask? What is so important that I must keep happiness at arm’s length, keep my soul in torture and anguish for eternity?
I hunt beds, I’m the Bedhunter.
Let me tell you about my life, let me bring you down my trail of memories and show you what I have seen. Perhaps you will learn something out of the whole experience, perhaps I will. Come let me tell you how I learned to keep happiness away and my life my own.
I was new to the job, not more than six months on the job. I had done a fair share of tags and I was eager to do more. I checked my phone constantly for updates from HQ, always ready to take on the next job, always ready for that thrill of knowing I was closer to my next tag. I remember those days well, I miss them. I miss the passion I had, the commitment to the job. I miss a lot of things from those days.
I had gotten Intel on this one bed. A double, new to the area, didn’t have a very strong power base yet. We liked to get them when they were new, before they could build up followers and become a real pain in our asses. This double, we had codenamed him Nova. I don’t remember why, I wasn’t in charge of the code names. I wish I had been they rarely made any sense.
Nova had been placed into a family of three, just two parents and a teenage girl. There were just two beds in the house which was good. Hopefully the second bed wasn’t going to be a hassle, I didn’t need to be going into a job and find out I had double the work to do. He was located in a small town, an unusual place to inject a bed but the bed’s intentions rarely made much more sense than the code names we gave them. Still, it had to be dealt with.
I pulled into the small hick town early one morning, checking into a sleaze ball hotel and setting up a mobile base. I was alone for this one, no back up, no HQ support. I set up my computer on the rotting wooden desk; I remember the holes in the dark wooden finish. Holes of wear and tear, holes of it’s testament of years on this world. That desk had probably seen more in its years than most people in their entire lifetimes.
I could hear sounds of mating coming from the next room. It was early, only quarter past two, someone was getting lucky. Secretly I wished that was me, I wasn’t getting much action during this period of my life. Nothing but work, work and work and more work. No time for William. There was never any time for William. I ignored the sounds and continued my work. Within the hour I had set up my mobile operations center. I had the location of the house, the timetable of the occupants and back up plans in case something went wrong. I was ready. I decided to start the mission right away; I didn’t see much point in staying longer then I had to in this small town. That was the first mistake. I got into my car which happened to be a 1970 Mercury Cougar. I miss that car, nothing quite like pulling up to a place, engine roaring, bass pumping, masculinity extruding. People know you’re in charge when you pull up in a cougar.
I pulled up to the house; it was pretty plain compared to its neighbors. Two floors, square shaped two windows on the front, one on the side. Pretty uninspiring really when you think about it, it must have been a fairly old building, you could see the wear and tear at the corners, see the paint chipping. The owners couldn’t have been very well off, I never did know. I wasn’t very interested in that part of the job. I walked up to the front door; its screen door was hanging loose and blowing in the breeze. I knocked, first lightly and then harder, with purpose. I was still trying to get my confidence; I was unsure, afraid that I would make a mistake. I would find that those feeling never went away, I could cover them up, try and hide them but they were always there. No one came to the door at first, I was smiling, the Intel told me that no one should be home, but I always double check. No reason to be caught breaking into a place when you don’t have to. Just as I was about to break out my lock pick the door clicked and began to open.
The sudden movement scared me; I reacted with shock and jumped back, ready for anything. Then as my eyes focused and I took charge of myself I saw it was just a girl, she couldn’t have been more then 19. She was wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt combination, not the most appealing attire but at the time I was willing to look at anything. I dusted myself off and walked back up to the door. “Hello, I’m sorry about that, you startled me when you opened the door.” I extended my hand out to her in a simple smooth motion, like they taught me in training. “My name is Mr. Evans; I’m here to talk to the owner of the house about its historical status. Do they happen to be home?” I smiled and kept my face as calm as I could be. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone at home, the girl was supposed to be out with her parents looking at dresses for an upcoming family wedding. Obviously something had changed after our Intel had been collected.
“No, my parents are out right now, you will have to come back later.” She responded in a very curt and direct voice. Her eyes had were red, her skin around her cheek inflamed. She had been crying. I was taken a back; I wasn’t used to dealing with crying people. I wasn’t used to dealing with people at all. I had been trained to deal with situations like this but this was the first time I had to do it. “I’m sorry I missed them, could I possibly talk to you? It won’t take long and anyone who has lived in this house for more than 10 years can answer my questions.” I tried to sound sincere, I didn’t want to leave and have her blabbing to her parents about some strange guy asking about a house that clearly had no historical value to it. I needed to get in there, deal with the bed and get out. At least that is what I thought at the time. On second thought, I should have just left and came back later. However back then I thought I was the best and greatest at what I do and I was right, that’s why I do it, but there are some situations which are better left to tackle another day.
She looked at me cautiously, clearly she was alone and she wasn’t sure of my intentions. I put on a nice smile and waited for her to make up her mind. As I recall it took her awhile. Finally she decided that I could be trusted and she let me inside. The house was decorated in gaudy country style, mixed themes, colors that clash; it was a designer’s abortion. She led me to the kitchen and we sat at the table, her across from me, staying as far as she could from me in case I tried something. I began to ask questions, I don’t remember what they were, most of them were just off the top of my head, the point was to get her to talk to me, so she would open up to me. Eventually I moved the conversation to the bedrooms, she was hesitant at first and reluctant to talk about such a private part of the house but eventually she answered my questions.
Slowly I had picked up the hints of the bed in the house. There are subtle hints that tell you when they are around, the air is charged, the scent of their pheromones, the sense of doom and oppression around the place. I had been taught to pick all of these things up. I was a natural at it, its part of the reason they chose me for the job. However the bed was weak, it didn’t have a very strong mental presence. I could tell it was trying to push into my mind but I wouldn’t let it, not then, not now. However I wasn’t sure if the girl was free of such invasions. I didn’t have long to guess though, within moments she was on top of me, straddling me. She began to remove my clothing, to strip me down to my birthday suit, I tried to stop her but she was strong. She had me down to everything but my pants; she had to get off me to remove my pants. I struggled and wiggled under her, anything to get out from the death grip she had placed on me. Nothing worked though; nothing seemed to loosen the grip she had on my hands. She started to grind then, she moved her hips, gyrating them, moaning as she dry humped my body. I tried to resist, tried to ignore her but it proved to be difficult. Most of what happened next is a blur, she had managed to get my pants off and we were deep in the throes of love. She was riding me, thrusting, rocking, and moaning. My mind had gone blank, forgetting what I was supposed to be doing, what I was there to fight. I remember she found my pie container, I remember her eating the blueberry pie I had brought to subdue the beast atop of me. The blue juices running down her body as they dropped off her mouth, falling to her naked heaving chest, her lithe form moving up and down causing the juice to slide farther and farther. I remember I was happy; I was content to stay like this, in the thrall of sex and love, to be connected to someone in the most intimate way possible. That was the second mistake.
The next thing I remember I was standing over her dead body, a sick and twisted laughter echoing within my head, a blood soaked rusted axe in my hands. I was breathing heavy, hard, I was exhausted. I was still naked, the warm sticky blood covering my chest and legs. It took me several moments to figure out what had happened. Her mutilated body lying at my feet, I could only smile and wonder what a wonderful thing that was. Then as my training took back over, as my mental defenses were restored, a slow sick horror filled my soul. The axe fell from my blood soaked hands. Landing amongst what was once the young girl. I stepped back, once, twice, three times. My hands coming to my face as I let out a scream that only the dead could hear, the girl’s mutilated ears unable to hear my plea for forgiveness. I could see the scene play out in my head, moving to the back door to retrieve the rusted forgotten axe, returning to where she lay playing with herself lost to a sea of pleasure the bed had placed within her. Raising the axe high in the air and bringing it down over and over again. The rusted axe slashing at her flesh, sticking into bone and tissue as I laughed and tugged and pulled at the handle, putting my entire being into the task at hand and enjoying it.
I fell, defeated; the bed had taken hold of my brain and made me do unspeakable things. I was broken. Then something else came over me. A need, a need for vengeance and to cause pain on whoever had caused me to do this. The bed had unleashed something within me, a need for something. I was to be the archangel of doom and I would claim my victims at any cost. I picked the axe up, the weight in my hand sending new waves of dread and glee within me. I moved to the stairs, thin wooden stairs that were indicative of houses this old. As I plodded up them, I could hear the creaking and groaning as they threatened to break under my weight. Then I was at the top, a small landing two a bedroom on either side. I turned to the right, lifted the axe and smashed it into the door shattering it to pieces. As I stepped purposefully into the room I could see the bed, a small thing, barely a double, closer to a single. It sat there shivering for it knew what would happen next. My credo was to subdue and record, I remember a time when that meant something to me, when I cared about the credo. I moved into the room with only one idea, one purpose, to slaughter this thing that tried to run our lives, to make sure that this bed suffered as much as that girl had. To reap my revenge on this beast and to stop from what had happened from happing ever again. I raised my axe high, the beast unleashed a sheet, wrapped it around my torso and tried to fling me away but I would not be stopped. My axe head came crashing down, slashing at fabric and metal. Over and over again I brought the axe head down. The beast screamed out in pain, a high pitched creak as if the box spring was being bounced on. As my assault continued my joy became more and more. Laughter and ecstasy soon replaced revenge and anger, I had forgotten about the girl and why I had come here in the first place. I stood there, naked, swinging my axe in deadly arcs; I had become the monster, no longer human. Finally it was over, the axe head came down a final time as I slashed open the top mattress to expose the beasts innards. A mixture of sheets, socks, and biomatter. All together it made the things brain, we weren’t sure how it worked but after this we came closer to understanding them. I swung the axe one last time, lodging it in the beds main nerve center, the mattress shuddered and screeched and then collapsed inward, dead and defeated.
I walked out of there a different man, a man who had a monster unleashed within him. I still have that monster within me. I look at him every day in the mirror, I hear his laugh whenever I speak, and I hear his whispers even when I am sleeping. He longs to get out of me and to run rampant. Every day is a battle for me. Yet I get by, day by day I get by. I may never win the war but I get by. Love ones are a tool to be used against us, to be close to someone is to give the monster one more person to terrorize, one more person to make suffer. I won’t let that happen, not now, not ever again.
My life is a walking loneliness, a path of desolation and suffering. For I am William Evans, I am the Bedhunter.
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Adventure! Lets go find some!
So! Hello there!
I'm in a bit of an excited mood today. I have been thinking about going overseas to like the United Kingdom or Japan or something and I think I have finally decided to do it! I was actually in the process of saving to do it last year, but as we all know things changed and I missed out on a lot of things I wanted to do. (PAX, London, Otafest...ect.)
So now I am committed, I am not going to let anything stop me. I think I am setting my sights on Tokyo. It's not supposed to be easy, especially for people who have never traveled aboard before but I think I can handle it. I am going to be purchasing a Japanese language program from the internet. It's world classed apparently and I have seen it advertised on television a lot. It's called Rosetta Stone. Apparently it teaches you languages like you were taught when first learning your native language. It's guarenteed to get to speaking and writting within the first lesson. It's expensive though, all the tiers cost something like 500 dollars. Oh well.
I'll be going through a program called SWAP, it helps place you in the new country and gives you some temporary accommodations. I need to save up the 2500 for living expenses though. and of course another 500 for the SWAP costs. Plane fare is a lot cheaper then I thought it would be. I looked online and if you book it far enough in advance it's only 500 each way. Part of the requirements are that I have a return ticket purchased before I leave. At the very least I need to have enough money to buy a return ticket aside from my base living expenses.
I'm really excited, I have talked to several people that have traveled to Japan and lived there for awhile. They all say it's a blast and worth all the hardships you might face. Makes me even more excited. If Japan doesn't pan out or I can't find a job then I will go to the UK. Not as exciting but I have always wanted to go.
I wish I was going now. Haha. I'm super impatient about these things. I don't know when I will be leaving. After Christmas I suppose. The family is all coming together this year and I guess it might be the last time I would see everyone for a long time. Who knows if things end up really good, I might apply for citizenship lol. I don't see that happening but it could. Japan is a very awesome place. A lot of it is very attractive to me, the whole culture is intriguing. Plus I would be the only person in the family to live outside of Canada as far as I know. Can't go wrong with that.
Either case, I here by now vow for all to know. I am going to go on this trip and nothing is going to stop me. Not hell or high water, at the very least by this time next year I will be in Japan or England. Making another blog entry perhaps. lol.
Well that's all I have for now. I have a WIP about the 90's and how much I loved them. Should appear sometime before the end of the month. Oh yeah and Happy Birthday to Mister Elric and Myself. Our births happened at the end of this month.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Till next time. Wander the shadows and find your own escape. Just make sure they aren't figments of your mind.
I'm in a bit of an excited mood today. I have been thinking about going overseas to like the United Kingdom or Japan or something and I think I have finally decided to do it! I was actually in the process of saving to do it last year, but as we all know things changed and I missed out on a lot of things I wanted to do. (PAX, London, Otafest...ect.)
So now I am committed, I am not going to let anything stop me. I think I am setting my sights on Tokyo. It's not supposed to be easy, especially for people who have never traveled aboard before but I think I can handle it. I am going to be purchasing a Japanese language program from the internet. It's world classed apparently and I have seen it advertised on television a lot. It's called Rosetta Stone. Apparently it teaches you languages like you were taught when first learning your native language. It's guarenteed to get to speaking and writting within the first lesson. It's expensive though, all the tiers cost something like 500 dollars. Oh well.
I'll be going through a program called SWAP, it helps place you in the new country and gives you some temporary accommodations. I need to save up the 2500 for living expenses though. and of course another 500 for the SWAP costs. Plane fare is a lot cheaper then I thought it would be. I looked online and if you book it far enough in advance it's only 500 each way. Part of the requirements are that I have a return ticket purchased before I leave. At the very least I need to have enough money to buy a return ticket aside from my base living expenses.
I'm really excited, I have talked to several people that have traveled to Japan and lived there for awhile. They all say it's a blast and worth all the hardships you might face. Makes me even more excited. If Japan doesn't pan out or I can't find a job then I will go to the UK. Not as exciting but I have always wanted to go.
I wish I was going now. Haha. I'm super impatient about these things. I don't know when I will be leaving. After Christmas I suppose. The family is all coming together this year and I guess it might be the last time I would see everyone for a long time. Who knows if things end up really good, I might apply for citizenship lol. I don't see that happening but it could. Japan is a very awesome place. A lot of it is very attractive to me, the whole culture is intriguing. Plus I would be the only person in the family to live outside of Canada as far as I know. Can't go wrong with that.
Either case, I here by now vow for all to know. I am going to go on this trip and nothing is going to stop me. Not hell or high water, at the very least by this time next year I will be in Japan or England. Making another blog entry perhaps. lol.
Well that's all I have for now. I have a WIP about the 90's and how much I loved them. Should appear sometime before the end of the month. Oh yeah and Happy Birthday to Mister Elric and Myself. Our births happened at the end of this month.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Till next time. Wander the shadows and find your own escape. Just make sure they aren't figments of your mind.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Beautiful Eyes
Ok so I did end up writing something today, it's just a rough draft, didn't have the will power to go through it over and over again to find all the mistakes. So I will do that tomorrow. Here it is. Have fun, all that jazz.
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I gazed into her eyes, those golden globes of pure brilliance, filled with emotion and thought, a million years of unknown experience twisting and twirling in the strands of her DNA. I held her hand in mine, the touch of her skin sending electric shivers up and down my spine. I shuddered, each muscle felt and coiled and then relaxed over and over again. My breath was shallow, my mind raced and images danced before me, around me, through me. I felt like I was dreaming, a land of emotion and mystery, filled with people and places that I knew and yet could not think of their names. I felt the cold touch of steel against my back as I leaned back onto the bench. My shirt had disappeared, my pants were sliding off, I didn’t know why. My hands were now on my chest, my fingers interlocked with each other, my face contorted and ugly. I could see my reflection in the mirror opposite of me. I was a hideous man, I looked like a monster. I could not look at myself any long and flung the book beside me at the mirror shattering it.
I turned and looked for her but she had disappeared, I tried to stand but found that I was strapped down, lying on the metallic gurney. I tried to scream, escape from my constraints and flee. My mouth was plugged though, filled with something that tasted of cotton and dust. I struggled, throwing all of my strength into the effort. The table jumped and jostled, I increased my ferocity of the attack, the wheels rolled and bounced. I flung myself with one last great burst of energy, the whole apparatus coming off the floor and then tipping to the side crashing to the ground. I fell, crashing to the ground still strapped to the table. Pain exploded through my body, the table rolled landing on me, and I sucked in breath as the table slowly squished me. I tried to scream but my mouth was still filled with the dusty cotton substance. I rocked and rolled but I was unable to turn the gurney off me. I began to weep, I was going to die.
Then I remember a pleasant feeling and I was back on the steel bench, the beautiful eyes staring at me again. I smiled, tears streaming down my face as I tried to reach out to her, to touch her to feel her pleasant touch again. She was out of reach, I tried to stand, to reach her, to feel her. No, I was strapped down still. I tried to call out to her, to beg her to come closer but all that came out of my mouth was long o’s and mumbled b’s. Tears flowed down my face faster now. I was in pain and she wouldn’t come to me. Why? What had I done to anger her? All I wanted was to be comforted. Then I was in darkness, I could see nothing, I could hear voices though, people laughing and moving about. I was at a party; I could hear the voices of my friends. They were calling to me, asking me to join them. I called back to them, told them that I couldn’t see them. I asked them to turn the lights on; if the lights were on I would come to them. They didn’t respond though, they just laughed and continued to call on me. I began to get angry then, I began to yell at them, demanded they turn the lights on. I told them that they were scaring me. I demanded to know why I must stay in the dark. They refused to answer me though. Eventually the voices began to get quieter and quieter and soon there was silence again. I was alone for a time after that. Left to my thoughts and the darkness, to the fear that began to grow in my chest. I sat there in the darkness yelling out, hoping that someone would hear me, find me, and free me. No one came. Then the place where I was began to rumble and shake and move. I was turned upside down, I fell again, hitting the ceiling of the place, I began to see things, people in white coats, huge machines and a blinding bright white light, then it all faded and I was back in the darkness. I called out and I hear nothing but my own echo. Then the world shook again and I was flung against the walls and the floor, my body exploding in pain as the violent shaking happened again and again. I called out again; I asked them to stop, to let me go, to let me die.
Then the eyes appeared before me again, tears falling, filling the dark room with salty water. The eyes were huge; giant globes twice the size of me. I walked towards them, stared into their depths and saw my reflection among the emotion and thoughts. Saw a man who had broken every bone in his body and suffered two dozen or more cuts and bruises. He lay in an operating room, a group of doctors working franticly to try and repair his broken body. I reached up and touched the eye, my hand feeling the pain and suffering of the owner. The surface of the eye was like a liquid barrier, I pushed my hand harder into it, sliding up to my elbow. I took a deep breath and moved completely into the eye. I was surrounded by a feeling of warmth; my pain was slowly evaporating, my memories returning. I took it all in, the love that surrounded me was one of complete understanding, complete caring. I could do no wrong in these eyes. I laughed to myself; I didn’t know what I would do without these eyes. I closed my eyes for a few moments, the world rushed by me and when I opened them again I was lying in a hospital room.
My body ached but the medicine was dulling the pain. I tried to turn my head but my body cast prevented that. I could see flowers all over the place, the many colors of the rainbow locked within a single hospital room. I tried to speak, and then began to gag. The breathing tube finally noticed. Instantly someone was there, they told me to calm down, that I couldn’t breathe on my own yet and that this tube was supplying me with air. I tried to breathe normally, it was hard. I decided to let the machine do the work. Then I saw the eyes, the eyes to my wife, the eyes that I loved. They were crying, tears of joy and happiness. They matched my own. She leaned in and kissed me and spoke softly into my ear. I smiled and tried to nod but didn’t quite make it. She grasped my hand then and we stared into each other’s eyes, just staring, relieved that I was alive and we were together again.
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I gazed into her eyes, those golden globes of pure brilliance, filled with emotion and thought, a million years of unknown experience twisting and twirling in the strands of her DNA. I held her hand in mine, the touch of her skin sending electric shivers up and down my spine. I shuddered, each muscle felt and coiled and then relaxed over and over again. My breath was shallow, my mind raced and images danced before me, around me, through me. I felt like I was dreaming, a land of emotion and mystery, filled with people and places that I knew and yet could not think of their names. I felt the cold touch of steel against my back as I leaned back onto the bench. My shirt had disappeared, my pants were sliding off, I didn’t know why. My hands were now on my chest, my fingers interlocked with each other, my face contorted and ugly. I could see my reflection in the mirror opposite of me. I was a hideous man, I looked like a monster. I could not look at myself any long and flung the book beside me at the mirror shattering it.
I turned and looked for her but she had disappeared, I tried to stand but found that I was strapped down, lying on the metallic gurney. I tried to scream, escape from my constraints and flee. My mouth was plugged though, filled with something that tasted of cotton and dust. I struggled, throwing all of my strength into the effort. The table jumped and jostled, I increased my ferocity of the attack, the wheels rolled and bounced. I flung myself with one last great burst of energy, the whole apparatus coming off the floor and then tipping to the side crashing to the ground. I fell, crashing to the ground still strapped to the table. Pain exploded through my body, the table rolled landing on me, and I sucked in breath as the table slowly squished me. I tried to scream but my mouth was still filled with the dusty cotton substance. I rocked and rolled but I was unable to turn the gurney off me. I began to weep, I was going to die.
Then I remember a pleasant feeling and I was back on the steel bench, the beautiful eyes staring at me again. I smiled, tears streaming down my face as I tried to reach out to her, to touch her to feel her pleasant touch again. She was out of reach, I tried to stand, to reach her, to feel her. No, I was strapped down still. I tried to call out to her, to beg her to come closer but all that came out of my mouth was long o’s and mumbled b’s. Tears flowed down my face faster now. I was in pain and she wouldn’t come to me. Why? What had I done to anger her? All I wanted was to be comforted. Then I was in darkness, I could see nothing, I could hear voices though, people laughing and moving about. I was at a party; I could hear the voices of my friends. They were calling to me, asking me to join them. I called back to them, told them that I couldn’t see them. I asked them to turn the lights on; if the lights were on I would come to them. They didn’t respond though, they just laughed and continued to call on me. I began to get angry then, I began to yell at them, demanded they turn the lights on. I told them that they were scaring me. I demanded to know why I must stay in the dark. They refused to answer me though. Eventually the voices began to get quieter and quieter and soon there was silence again. I was alone for a time after that. Left to my thoughts and the darkness, to the fear that began to grow in my chest. I sat there in the darkness yelling out, hoping that someone would hear me, find me, and free me. No one came. Then the place where I was began to rumble and shake and move. I was turned upside down, I fell again, hitting the ceiling of the place, I began to see things, people in white coats, huge machines and a blinding bright white light, then it all faded and I was back in the darkness. I called out and I hear nothing but my own echo. Then the world shook again and I was flung against the walls and the floor, my body exploding in pain as the violent shaking happened again and again. I called out again; I asked them to stop, to let me go, to let me die.
Then the eyes appeared before me again, tears falling, filling the dark room with salty water. The eyes were huge; giant globes twice the size of me. I walked towards them, stared into their depths and saw my reflection among the emotion and thoughts. Saw a man who had broken every bone in his body and suffered two dozen or more cuts and bruises. He lay in an operating room, a group of doctors working franticly to try and repair his broken body. I reached up and touched the eye, my hand feeling the pain and suffering of the owner. The surface of the eye was like a liquid barrier, I pushed my hand harder into it, sliding up to my elbow. I took a deep breath and moved completely into the eye. I was surrounded by a feeling of warmth; my pain was slowly evaporating, my memories returning. I took it all in, the love that surrounded me was one of complete understanding, complete caring. I could do no wrong in these eyes. I laughed to myself; I didn’t know what I would do without these eyes. I closed my eyes for a few moments, the world rushed by me and when I opened them again I was lying in a hospital room.
My body ached but the medicine was dulling the pain. I tried to turn my head but my body cast prevented that. I could see flowers all over the place, the many colors of the rainbow locked within a single hospital room. I tried to speak, and then began to gag. The breathing tube finally noticed. Instantly someone was there, they told me to calm down, that I couldn’t breathe on my own yet and that this tube was supplying me with air. I tried to breathe normally, it was hard. I decided to let the machine do the work. Then I saw the eyes, the eyes to my wife, the eyes that I loved. They were crying, tears of joy and happiness. They matched my own. She leaned in and kissed me and spoke softly into my ear. I smiled and tried to nod but didn’t quite make it. She grasped my hand then and we stared into each other’s eyes, just staring, relieved that I was alive and we were together again.
Ding! Canada Leveled!
Happy Birthday Canada! I'm glad you made it around for another year! I'm sorry I didn't get you a gift this year, I was way too busy to find that perfect thing, that thing that says "I love you Canada." Maybe next year I will have more time.
Well your 142 years old now. Thats quite a long time to be alive, you don't look older then a hundred. Hope you have an awesome birthday and don't forget to come out next time and party with us. Don't bring Quebec though, last time they drank too much and puked all over Linda, she's still a little upset about it. Actually no, you can bring them, just make sure you watch how much they drink will you? Ok cool, well I am going to let you go for now, keep in touch, you got my cell number.
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So, how is everyone today? Today, the birth of our nation. Most people I know are treating it just like any other day but really it's our day to celebrate our freedom from british rule...wait were still technically ruled by the British. Well damn, maybe it is just another day after all.
So I'm sitting here listening to some music, chilling out, waiting for 10:30 to go to work. I have a long wait ahead of me. I had an urge to write so I'm deciding to write to all of you. Hope you all appreciate it.
I have been having some trouble with my Xbox lately, it keeps freezing during game play. I will restart it, play for a little while and then it does it again. It's not over heating and it has lots of space to breath so I think it might be on it's last legs before it red rings. I don't really look forward to that. I am going to have to buy a MU and back up my Saves. Oh Joy.
I have been listening to a lot of music recently, I went on a download blitz the other day and got a bunch of new stuff, old stuff, strange stuff. I ended up downloading the complete Discography of Theory of a Deadman, Nirvana and Blink 182 as well as a few singles and albums from various other artists. most of it is pretty good though I am always on the look out for more. I particularly like the new Black Eyed Peas album. I am pleasantly surprised by it.
I downloaded the new Fallout 3 DLC, Point Lookout. It's not that great, the rewards were pretty crap and I finished the main storyline really fast, faster then any of the other ones. Took me a night and the others few at least a few days each. Though you can go back to point lookout once you are done there so thats pretty cool, and the area is a welcome change of pace from the wastelands of the Capital Wastes, dark, dank, bog like. So I guess it's worth the 15 bucks. Only if you are done everything else in Fallout 3 though. I also played through prototype and I enjoyed it, it's a lot of fun even though I don't really see a point in playing it a second time. Well, maybe to get all the achievements and fill out the web of intrigue. I actually really like the web of intrigue, it's a cool concept. I only ended up finding half of the people for it but I got the general idea I think.
What else, oh yes I met someone online last week. Her names Amanda and she's pretty cool. Plays N64, favorite series is Zelda, loves musicals. We have a lot in common, though I am taking things slow, no need to be rushing into another relationship right away. However she like me, she just wants to take things one step at a time. Which again I am perfectly happy with. She gave me her number so we have been texting whenever she has the chance, we technically spent two whole days together just texting each other. I guess that's why I like texting, you can spend a lot of time with someone just talking through text and you can still do other things at the same time, talking limits you usually to just talking. Though I have nothing against just talking every once in awhile. So yeah, that's my relationship front right now, out of one and slowly moving into another. Hopefully this one goes better then the last one.
Oh yes, I should tell you all about Kindersley. It's a good small town to be honest, I can bike from one end to the other in about 15 minutes, quicker once I get back into shape. It's a far cry from Calgary and Winnipeg though. I miss the big city, having everything you can think of just a short distance away is something you don't miss till you can't have it anymore. The people here seem to be pretty nice, though some of them seem kind of stuck up, maybe that's just me though.
What else do I have to report on, well I have been contemplating saving again. My beard is back to it's Amish strength but I'm not sure if I want to keep it or not. My current look I like but I am thinking of bringing it down to nothing or maybe just the chin. I haven't decided. I will keep you updated.
Ok, I think thats all I really have to talk about. Nothing super exciting is happening right now so it's a small post. Hope you all had an awesome Canada day and for you Americans Happy Fourth of July. Make it a good one.
Well your 142 years old now. Thats quite a long time to be alive, you don't look older then a hundred. Hope you have an awesome birthday and don't forget to come out next time and party with us. Don't bring Quebec though, last time they drank too much and puked all over Linda, she's still a little upset about it. Actually no, you can bring them, just make sure you watch how much they drink will you? Ok cool, well I am going to let you go for now, keep in touch, you got my cell number.
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So, how is everyone today? Today, the birth of our nation. Most people I know are treating it just like any other day but really it's our day to celebrate our freedom from british rule...wait were still technically ruled by the British. Well damn, maybe it is just another day after all.
So I'm sitting here listening to some music, chilling out, waiting for 10:30 to go to work. I have a long wait ahead of me. I had an urge to write so I'm deciding to write to all of you. Hope you all appreciate it.
I have been having some trouble with my Xbox lately, it keeps freezing during game play. I will restart it, play for a little while and then it does it again. It's not over heating and it has lots of space to breath so I think it might be on it's last legs before it red rings. I don't really look forward to that. I am going to have to buy a MU and back up my Saves. Oh Joy.
I have been listening to a lot of music recently, I went on a download blitz the other day and got a bunch of new stuff, old stuff, strange stuff. I ended up downloading the complete Discography of Theory of a Deadman, Nirvana and Blink 182 as well as a few singles and albums from various other artists. most of it is pretty good though I am always on the look out for more. I particularly like the new Black Eyed Peas album. I am pleasantly surprised by it.
I downloaded the new Fallout 3 DLC, Point Lookout. It's not that great, the rewards were pretty crap and I finished the main storyline really fast, faster then any of the other ones. Took me a night and the others few at least a few days each. Though you can go back to point lookout once you are done there so thats pretty cool, and the area is a welcome change of pace from the wastelands of the Capital Wastes, dark, dank, bog like. So I guess it's worth the 15 bucks. Only if you are done everything else in Fallout 3 though. I also played through prototype and I enjoyed it, it's a lot of fun even though I don't really see a point in playing it a second time. Well, maybe to get all the achievements and fill out the web of intrigue. I actually really like the web of intrigue, it's a cool concept. I only ended up finding half of the people for it but I got the general idea I think.
What else, oh yes I met someone online last week. Her names Amanda and she's pretty cool. Plays N64, favorite series is Zelda, loves musicals. We have a lot in common, though I am taking things slow, no need to be rushing into another relationship right away. However she like me, she just wants to take things one step at a time. Which again I am perfectly happy with. She gave me her number so we have been texting whenever she has the chance, we technically spent two whole days together just texting each other. I guess that's why I like texting, you can spend a lot of time with someone just talking through text and you can still do other things at the same time, talking limits you usually to just talking. Though I have nothing against just talking every once in awhile. So yeah, that's my relationship front right now, out of one and slowly moving into another. Hopefully this one goes better then the last one.
Oh yes, I should tell you all about Kindersley. It's a good small town to be honest, I can bike from one end to the other in about 15 minutes, quicker once I get back into shape. It's a far cry from Calgary and Winnipeg though. I miss the big city, having everything you can think of just a short distance away is something you don't miss till you can't have it anymore. The people here seem to be pretty nice, though some of them seem kind of stuck up, maybe that's just me though.
What else do I have to report on, well I have been contemplating saving again. My beard is back to it's Amish strength but I'm not sure if I want to keep it or not. My current look I like but I am thinking of bringing it down to nothing or maybe just the chin. I haven't decided. I will keep you updated.
Ok, I think thats all I really have to talk about. Nothing super exciting is happening right now so it's a small post. Hope you all had an awesome Canada day and for you Americans Happy Fourth of July. Make it a good one.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Time, were flowing into this thing unprepared.
I started this little story sometime in january, shortly after I got my iPhone and I think it speaks loads of what I was going through at the time. Truth be told, I was writing this thing when I was deathly ill and I never even gave it two thoughts about what it was about. I came back to it here the other day, when things had changed in my life and I decided to add to it. Hope you all like it and like I said it was written in delirium so there are quite a few fragments in there, hope it's not too hard to understand.
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Theme: Self Discovery
The world is falling before my eyes:
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The world is falling before my eyes. Countless beads of light fill the sky as I turn end over end in a continuous freefall that I don't remember beginning. The daylight is gone, replaced now with a quasi grey limelight. My life seems useless as I fall, no purpose, no reasoning, only falling as I stare into the ever changing lights.
I see faces within the lights, people who are once my family, so close, so familiar and yet they are strangers to me. I know their faces and names but I know nothing else about them. Their dreams, their hopes, everything about who they are or what they dream of becoming are a mystery to me.
I fall and watch as they turn on me, their eyes accusing and filled with hatred and spite. I am nothing in their eyes. A lump of waste.
Something forms beneath me, or I think it's beneath me; I have no sense of direction in this place. A wall stretches out before me, cloaked in spikes and flesh of the living, a true sight of gore. Pieces of flesh stretched taunt over spikes so that all the veins can be seen and examined. It is an ugly thing, born of sin and lust, corruption and greed. I am disgusted by it and at the same time attracted to it. I am a sick man.
I land on the wall, but suddenly things shift and form and the wall with its horrish pikes is gone, replaced with a scene of grass and hills and a golden sun of beauty. I look around, looking for the lights but they are gone. Nowhere in this scenic landscape to be found. I am free from the torment of my fall, free of the loneliness, free of the cold grip of the lights. I am happy.
The feeling is short lived; I am pulled from my wonderment, strings pulled by some unseen force. I am surrounded by the lights again; their faces mock me as they shift and change, laughing at me all the time. My brain screams at me sending tendrils of pain down my body. I cry out to the sky, hoping someone would save me from this pain, yet no one comes. I am alone with the laughing faces.
They mock me, torment me. Make me feel like the fool, the jester, the man in motley.
I break past them, moving into a new light. Its calm here, peaceful. The world is easy, slow. I can breathe. My outlook changes, I can no longer see the spooks and specters of the past. I am at ease. I feel warm, like I belong here and yet I know I don’t, I am meant to go on to bigger, better things. Things that are going to change the world or at least the small part of it that I occupy, I know this but I don’t know why. I feel trapped and yet I am content with it, things are different and I am ok with it. My soul has changed over these past months, I am a better man, the lights have stripped away the angst and rebel that was hiding beneath the surface and I am ready to face up to what I need to do. I thank them for that.
There is a light in the future; she is a goddess, beautiful, funny, and amazing. We talk so easily, it's like we have known each other for ages. I am optimistic for the future. I am hopefully, things have just begun again and I am not sure what will come of it but I have a good feeling. One step at a time and one word at a time. I will find my way to my true happiness, one day I will find my true goddess.
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The world is falling before my eyes:
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The world is falling before my eyes. Countless beads of light fill the sky as I turn end over end in a continuous freefall that I don't remember beginning. The daylight is gone, replaced now with a quasi grey limelight. My life seems useless as I fall, no purpose, no reasoning, only falling as I stare into the ever changing lights.
I see faces within the lights, people who are once my family, so close, so familiar and yet they are strangers to me. I know their faces and names but I know nothing else about them. Their dreams, their hopes, everything about who they are or what they dream of becoming are a mystery to me.
I fall and watch as they turn on me, their eyes accusing and filled with hatred and spite. I am nothing in their eyes. A lump of waste.
Something forms beneath me, or I think it's beneath me; I have no sense of direction in this place. A wall stretches out before me, cloaked in spikes and flesh of the living, a true sight of gore. Pieces of flesh stretched taunt over spikes so that all the veins can be seen and examined. It is an ugly thing, born of sin and lust, corruption and greed. I am disgusted by it and at the same time attracted to it. I am a sick man.
I land on the wall, but suddenly things shift and form and the wall with its horrish pikes is gone, replaced with a scene of grass and hills and a golden sun of beauty. I look around, looking for the lights but they are gone. Nowhere in this scenic landscape to be found. I am free from the torment of my fall, free of the loneliness, free of the cold grip of the lights. I am happy.
The feeling is short lived; I am pulled from my wonderment, strings pulled by some unseen force. I am surrounded by the lights again; their faces mock me as they shift and change, laughing at me all the time. My brain screams at me sending tendrils of pain down my body. I cry out to the sky, hoping someone would save me from this pain, yet no one comes. I am alone with the laughing faces.
They mock me, torment me. Make me feel like the fool, the jester, the man in motley.
I break past them, moving into a new light. Its calm here, peaceful. The world is easy, slow. I can breathe. My outlook changes, I can no longer see the spooks and specters of the past. I am at ease. I feel warm, like I belong here and yet I know I don’t, I am meant to go on to bigger, better things. Things that are going to change the world or at least the small part of it that I occupy, I know this but I don’t know why. I feel trapped and yet I am content with it, things are different and I am ok with it. My soul has changed over these past months, I am a better man, the lights have stripped away the angst and rebel that was hiding beneath the surface and I am ready to face up to what I need to do. I thank them for that.
There is a light in the future; she is a goddess, beautiful, funny, and amazing. We talk so easily, it's like we have known each other for ages. I am optimistic for the future. I am hopefully, things have just begun again and I am not sure what will come of it but I have a good feeling. One step at a time and one word at a time. I will find my way to my true happiness, one day I will find my true goddess.
Friday, June 26, 2009
The Horror
Okso here is my entry, I know it's been awhile hasn't it. Sorry about that. Well here is our new site, it's awesome. Good job Jon. Hope you all like the Horror, it's something different.
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Idea: Character will take a bath, but the action goes terribly wrong. During the story, a character has to pay a fine. The story ends during a meal. The story takes place in the summer. During the story, there is a fight to the death.
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The Horror:
The day was July 13th 2016; the people of earth were going about their daily lives as if nothing was wrong, nothing ever went wrong, nothing that they could stop at least. I remember that day though; I remember it because the events that took place then changed my life forever. That was the day the world finally knew true fear.
I was a business accountant in those days, focused on numbers and figures and formula. I thought finding three tenths’ of a cent in those days to be exciting. Ha, if I could only go back to those days, when things were carefree and fancy and I didn’t have to run every night for safety. I had woken up in a daze that morning, my alarm clock had gone off and instead of the usual buzz, and it gave off a high pitched siren sound. Almost pissed my bed from the scare. I remember throwing it against the wall in frustration and anger, cursing myself as I did, it was an expensive clock.
After collecting myself I began my daily routine of getting ready for work, shave, shower, teeth, breakfast and then out the door to catch the bus. I got as far as shaving before I encountered my second problem of that fateful day, if I had only known what else was going to happen I would have given up then and there and just gone back to bed. But no, I wasn’t like that in those days. After I had shaved I went to start up my shower and found my shower nozzle had corroded over, nothing was getting out of that thing and even if it did, I don’t think I would want to shower in it. I was usually a meticulous cleaner but work those last few weeks had kept me busier than usual and I had hired a maid service to come in and clean up while I had such a heavy work load. I regret now hiring a maid service that I found on a flyer stapled to a light post. Not one to break routine I put the plug in the tub and started running the water into a nice hot bath. I was never one to take baths but I wasn’t going to leave the apartment unclean, you just don’t do that sort of thing as an accountant.
The bath water was steaming I remember as I stepped inside it, my naked flesh turning red where the water lapped against it. The pain of the scalding water going up my legs and setting off a fire in my brain. Ah I wish I could feel like that again, I would give anything for one more hot bath. I remember sitting down in the water and resisting the urge to stand instantly back up. I wasn’t used to the water being so hot and it was if each submergence of my body was a new experience to me. I laugh now, regretting that I never took more pleasure in the simple pleasures of life. Taking more time out for myself and leaving my job at the office instead of with me twenty four seven. Slowly I adjusted to the water; it didn’t take long for my whole body to be under the crystal clear water. It felt nice and calming as I recall.
I was unable to enjoy it though, just as I was reaching for a cloth to clean my body the entire building began to shake and rumble. Pieces of the ceiling and wall began to collapse in around me. The water in my bathtub swirled and bubbled as if it was being boiled a top a stove. I scream and yelled as I scrambled out of the bathtub and into my bedroom. The building had stopped shaking by the point and I could hear screams and cries coming from outside. My bedroom was in chaos, my dresser and my art along the walls had all fallen down, pieces of glasses and porcelain were everywhere. My collection of little green space men I had picked up on a vacation a few years back were utterly destroyed. I remember the sadness when I saw them there shattered; I really liked those little green men.
I grabbed a robe from the mess that was now my closet and moved out into the apartment hallway, bypassing my living room and kitchen which were now in complete shambles. I met other people in the hallways, each of them more unsure of what was happening as the last. It wasn’t an earthquake; there hasn’t been an earthquake in those parts for decades. No one thought it was a bomb either, there wasn’t any sign of fire and it appeared to have affected the entire city. No one knew what was going on. So dressed in my brown fluffy robe and a pair or saddles I had slipped on before leaving my apartment I ventured outside for my answers. What I found outside was nothing but destruction and chaos. People were running from place to place, screaming, looting, and bleeding. It was if the entire world was coming to an end and I remember the first thing that went through my mind was that I wouldn’t be able to finish the burnstock adjustments by Thursday.
I tried to stop several people outside but they were either too busy with their senseless looting, or they were injured and bleeding. The few people I could get answers out of said that something had fallen from the sky and landed in Waterhill Park a few blocks south of my apartment. I decided that I should investigate and get my own logical take on the situation, perhaps there would be someone with better knowledge on scene, and I had seen my share of movies. There should be at least an army commander or police chief or someone to talk to! So I was off, in saddles and robe and with a mind to get some answers. Something had ruined my day and I was not about to let it get off without an explanation.
I got to the entrance of the park in no time flat, but was stopped at the gates by a bunch of hoodlums. I will never stop being amazed at how fast gangs can form when something goes wrong in the world. It’s like humans are drawn together to make trouble for anyone who isn’t part of their newly formed group. It’s insanity. This group of hoodlums were armed with bats and chains and demanded that I hand over any cash I had on me. After stuttering for about a minute I finally formed the words to tell them I didn’t have any money. Of course they didn’t like that answer. One minute I was smiling meekly at their leader and the next I was waking up with a painful head ache and freezing to death. I looked around, remembered that I was at the entrance to the park and then I noticed my nakedness. The punks had taken my robe and my saddles. I lay there in the rubble and debris naked and with a head wound. I couldn’t believe the nerve of some people’s children.
It was much later in the day now, I would have guessed around dinner time. I must have slept through most of the day after the blow to the head. I weakly and slowly got up, my legs almost giving out on me. I managed somehow, and I slowly began to stumble my way into the park and hopefully someone who could help me. The twilight was hard to see threw, my eyes blurred because of my head wound which didn’t help. I saw someone up ahead among the foliage and shadows. They were crouched over something; I couldn’t tell what they were doing though. I moved closer, stumbling as I did, I tried to call out to them, to try and get them to turn around but my voice croaked and came out in a wheeze. As I got closer and closer I saw more and more figures and I could hear a horrible sound. Tearing and squashing and chewing sounds, I could see the figures reaching down and tearing things from the ground and stuffing them into their mouths.
I stumbled onto the ground; I couldn’t understand what was going on. That’s when I saw the others coming towards me. Their movements were sketchy, their arms flicking back and forth in random movements, their heads twitching in erratic patterns, eyes wide and white. Each step they took was slow and purposeful, their legs making precise movements with each step. My vision cleared and I could see they were naked, their skin covered in large barnacle like sores, oozing and pulsing in unison. Some of the creatures were tentacle limbed with giant hooks protruding from their chests; others were more human shaped, their skin changing from a pale pink to a dark brown, their veins showing a black blood flowing through their bodies.
I froze then; I couldn’t understand what was happening. Were these things human? What had happened? Was I awake or was I still sleeping, a dream brought on by the blow to my head. The creatures approached closer and closer, I could smell the stink of them, they smelled like sulfur and sweat, their erratic movements giving them the look of rag dolls being shaken about by an unseen hand. I was horrified.
I scrambled to my feet, and began to move away from the nearest creature. That was a mistake, the creatures seem to be attracted to movement, the second I stood up the erratic movements stopped and all of the creatures around me turned in my direction. A horrifying scream burst out of their mouths simultaneously then, a scream that would turn milk bad and send the mightiest creatures scampering away in fear. As the scream faded into the night air the creatures launched their assault, their movement had changed from their erratic perfect movement to a horrible gibbering of limbs and torso as they scrambled toward me. Crawling over each other, tearing at each other as they struggled to get to me first, to feed on my flesh and my soul.
I turned and ran the, stumbling and tripping on the wooded ground of the park. I ran without thought, I ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore and then I ran some more. My heart beat faster and faster, adrenaline pouring through my veins and into my limbs, giving me the strength I needed to get to safety. My feet were torn and scratched from the branches and twigs and rocks, the pain gave me a reason to go on, to not fall back into the gibbering mass that was chasing me. I could see light and buildings up ahead; the other side of the park was insight. I burst through the barrier of trees and scrub and ran out into the street ahead. I was free, I had made it to the open spaces, I could find a place to hide and figure things out. I began to get my bearings and was moving back towards my apartment building when I was confronted.
The creature that stood before me was bigger than anything else I had seen in the park; its arms were huge muscled pieces of jagged rock. The head on its shoulders was no longer recognizable; it had elongated and shrunk, flattened to be more incestile, less human. It clicked and clacked at me and it stepped closer and closer. It didn’t have the same erratic patterned movements as the other creatures, this one walked more confident, more in control.
I looked around for anything to use as a weapon, something. However I was just an accountant in those days. I didn’t know weapons training, and we hadn’t made them weak to sodium yet so I couldn’t even use that as an advantage. I ended up grabbing a piece of rebar if I remember; it had been part of the sidewalk and came loose when the meteor crashed into the park. So with rebar in my hand I faced off against the brute, I thought I was about to die to be honest, I had no hopes of fending off the thing. So he came at me, huge jagged rock arms slicing through the air. I jumped back, landing on the uneven ground and stumbling backwards onto a nearby car. The creature continued his assault, arms swinging and swiping in a frenzy of power; I rolled out of the way as the beast ate into the car, his arms turning the metal into shreds and shards. It was at that time that I came to my senses and dropped my weapon and turned tail and ran. I moved through the streets stepping on loose rocks and broken glass. More and more foreign debris were forced into my feet, the pain was almost unbearable. I could hear the beast behind me, knocking cars and other things out of its way as it barreled towards me.
I kept my gaze straight ahead, for fear if I looked back I would be doomed. Up ahead I could see a large garbage truck, its black paint absorbing the light from the intermittent street lights. I ran around the back of the truck and into the passenger side door. Luckily the brute wasn’t that smart and followed my trail around the back of the machine. I jumped in the driver’s seat, turned the truck on. The engine roared to life and black smoke billowed into the air. I jammed the gear to reverse and back up at full speed, knocking the monster into the back of the truck. I found the compactor controls and started it up. As hydraulics and metal began to move they creature let out a low click and then several high pitched whines. Bones crunched organs and blood squished and then there was nothing. The black blood began to leak out of the back of the truck, pooling into an inky black puddle that no light escaped from, it was almost hypnotic. I could not enjoy my victory though; I could hear other creatures coming towards the death cry of their comrade. I moved through the city until I reached my apartment again and temporary safety.
I sat down at my ruined kitchen table then, brushing off the debris and pulling over the box of cereal I always kept there. In the entire ruckus, it had stayed standing; the world was funny like that. I opened the box and began to eat the crunchy oat circles, surveying my surroundings and shutting down my conscience. My life had changed that day and I would never be able to go back to the way things were ever again.
Armageddon started that day; it was a day none would forget. However something else began on that day that was the day that Milton Charles died and The Horror was born. A man who had no emotion, no fear and no remorse.
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Idea: Character will take a bath, but the action goes terribly wrong. During the story, a character has to pay a fine. The story ends during a meal. The story takes place in the summer. During the story, there is a fight to the death.
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The Horror:
The day was July 13th 2016; the people of earth were going about their daily lives as if nothing was wrong, nothing ever went wrong, nothing that they could stop at least. I remember that day though; I remember it because the events that took place then changed my life forever. That was the day the world finally knew true fear.
I was a business accountant in those days, focused on numbers and figures and formula. I thought finding three tenths’ of a cent in those days to be exciting. Ha, if I could only go back to those days, when things were carefree and fancy and I didn’t have to run every night for safety. I had woken up in a daze that morning, my alarm clock had gone off and instead of the usual buzz, and it gave off a high pitched siren sound. Almost pissed my bed from the scare. I remember throwing it against the wall in frustration and anger, cursing myself as I did, it was an expensive clock.
After collecting myself I began my daily routine of getting ready for work, shave, shower, teeth, breakfast and then out the door to catch the bus. I got as far as shaving before I encountered my second problem of that fateful day, if I had only known what else was going to happen I would have given up then and there and just gone back to bed. But no, I wasn’t like that in those days. After I had shaved I went to start up my shower and found my shower nozzle had corroded over, nothing was getting out of that thing and even if it did, I don’t think I would want to shower in it. I was usually a meticulous cleaner but work those last few weeks had kept me busier than usual and I had hired a maid service to come in and clean up while I had such a heavy work load. I regret now hiring a maid service that I found on a flyer stapled to a light post. Not one to break routine I put the plug in the tub and started running the water into a nice hot bath. I was never one to take baths but I wasn’t going to leave the apartment unclean, you just don’t do that sort of thing as an accountant.
The bath water was steaming I remember as I stepped inside it, my naked flesh turning red where the water lapped against it. The pain of the scalding water going up my legs and setting off a fire in my brain. Ah I wish I could feel like that again, I would give anything for one more hot bath. I remember sitting down in the water and resisting the urge to stand instantly back up. I wasn’t used to the water being so hot and it was if each submergence of my body was a new experience to me. I laugh now, regretting that I never took more pleasure in the simple pleasures of life. Taking more time out for myself and leaving my job at the office instead of with me twenty four seven. Slowly I adjusted to the water; it didn’t take long for my whole body to be under the crystal clear water. It felt nice and calming as I recall.
I was unable to enjoy it though, just as I was reaching for a cloth to clean my body the entire building began to shake and rumble. Pieces of the ceiling and wall began to collapse in around me. The water in my bathtub swirled and bubbled as if it was being boiled a top a stove. I scream and yelled as I scrambled out of the bathtub and into my bedroom. The building had stopped shaking by the point and I could hear screams and cries coming from outside. My bedroom was in chaos, my dresser and my art along the walls had all fallen down, pieces of glasses and porcelain were everywhere. My collection of little green space men I had picked up on a vacation a few years back were utterly destroyed. I remember the sadness when I saw them there shattered; I really liked those little green men.
I grabbed a robe from the mess that was now my closet and moved out into the apartment hallway, bypassing my living room and kitchen which were now in complete shambles. I met other people in the hallways, each of them more unsure of what was happening as the last. It wasn’t an earthquake; there hasn’t been an earthquake in those parts for decades. No one thought it was a bomb either, there wasn’t any sign of fire and it appeared to have affected the entire city. No one knew what was going on. So dressed in my brown fluffy robe and a pair or saddles I had slipped on before leaving my apartment I ventured outside for my answers. What I found outside was nothing but destruction and chaos. People were running from place to place, screaming, looting, and bleeding. It was if the entire world was coming to an end and I remember the first thing that went through my mind was that I wouldn’t be able to finish the burnstock adjustments by Thursday.
I tried to stop several people outside but they were either too busy with their senseless looting, or they were injured and bleeding. The few people I could get answers out of said that something had fallen from the sky and landed in Waterhill Park a few blocks south of my apartment. I decided that I should investigate and get my own logical take on the situation, perhaps there would be someone with better knowledge on scene, and I had seen my share of movies. There should be at least an army commander or police chief or someone to talk to! So I was off, in saddles and robe and with a mind to get some answers. Something had ruined my day and I was not about to let it get off without an explanation.
I got to the entrance of the park in no time flat, but was stopped at the gates by a bunch of hoodlums. I will never stop being amazed at how fast gangs can form when something goes wrong in the world. It’s like humans are drawn together to make trouble for anyone who isn’t part of their newly formed group. It’s insanity. This group of hoodlums were armed with bats and chains and demanded that I hand over any cash I had on me. After stuttering for about a minute I finally formed the words to tell them I didn’t have any money. Of course they didn’t like that answer. One minute I was smiling meekly at their leader and the next I was waking up with a painful head ache and freezing to death. I looked around, remembered that I was at the entrance to the park and then I noticed my nakedness. The punks had taken my robe and my saddles. I lay there in the rubble and debris naked and with a head wound. I couldn’t believe the nerve of some people’s children.
It was much later in the day now, I would have guessed around dinner time. I must have slept through most of the day after the blow to the head. I weakly and slowly got up, my legs almost giving out on me. I managed somehow, and I slowly began to stumble my way into the park and hopefully someone who could help me. The twilight was hard to see threw, my eyes blurred because of my head wound which didn’t help. I saw someone up ahead among the foliage and shadows. They were crouched over something; I couldn’t tell what they were doing though. I moved closer, stumbling as I did, I tried to call out to them, to try and get them to turn around but my voice croaked and came out in a wheeze. As I got closer and closer I saw more and more figures and I could hear a horrible sound. Tearing and squashing and chewing sounds, I could see the figures reaching down and tearing things from the ground and stuffing them into their mouths.
I stumbled onto the ground; I couldn’t understand what was going on. That’s when I saw the others coming towards me. Their movements were sketchy, their arms flicking back and forth in random movements, their heads twitching in erratic patterns, eyes wide and white. Each step they took was slow and purposeful, their legs making precise movements with each step. My vision cleared and I could see they were naked, their skin covered in large barnacle like sores, oozing and pulsing in unison. Some of the creatures were tentacle limbed with giant hooks protruding from their chests; others were more human shaped, their skin changing from a pale pink to a dark brown, their veins showing a black blood flowing through their bodies.
I froze then; I couldn’t understand what was happening. Were these things human? What had happened? Was I awake or was I still sleeping, a dream brought on by the blow to my head. The creatures approached closer and closer, I could smell the stink of them, they smelled like sulfur and sweat, their erratic movements giving them the look of rag dolls being shaken about by an unseen hand. I was horrified.
I scrambled to my feet, and began to move away from the nearest creature. That was a mistake, the creatures seem to be attracted to movement, the second I stood up the erratic movements stopped and all of the creatures around me turned in my direction. A horrifying scream burst out of their mouths simultaneously then, a scream that would turn milk bad and send the mightiest creatures scampering away in fear. As the scream faded into the night air the creatures launched their assault, their movement had changed from their erratic perfect movement to a horrible gibbering of limbs and torso as they scrambled toward me. Crawling over each other, tearing at each other as they struggled to get to me first, to feed on my flesh and my soul.
I turned and ran the, stumbling and tripping on the wooded ground of the park. I ran without thought, I ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore and then I ran some more. My heart beat faster and faster, adrenaline pouring through my veins and into my limbs, giving me the strength I needed to get to safety. My feet were torn and scratched from the branches and twigs and rocks, the pain gave me a reason to go on, to not fall back into the gibbering mass that was chasing me. I could see light and buildings up ahead; the other side of the park was insight. I burst through the barrier of trees and scrub and ran out into the street ahead. I was free, I had made it to the open spaces, I could find a place to hide and figure things out. I began to get my bearings and was moving back towards my apartment building when I was confronted.
The creature that stood before me was bigger than anything else I had seen in the park; its arms were huge muscled pieces of jagged rock. The head on its shoulders was no longer recognizable; it had elongated and shrunk, flattened to be more incestile, less human. It clicked and clacked at me and it stepped closer and closer. It didn’t have the same erratic patterned movements as the other creatures, this one walked more confident, more in control.
I looked around for anything to use as a weapon, something. However I was just an accountant in those days. I didn’t know weapons training, and we hadn’t made them weak to sodium yet so I couldn’t even use that as an advantage. I ended up grabbing a piece of rebar if I remember; it had been part of the sidewalk and came loose when the meteor crashed into the park. So with rebar in my hand I faced off against the brute, I thought I was about to die to be honest, I had no hopes of fending off the thing. So he came at me, huge jagged rock arms slicing through the air. I jumped back, landing on the uneven ground and stumbling backwards onto a nearby car. The creature continued his assault, arms swinging and swiping in a frenzy of power; I rolled out of the way as the beast ate into the car, his arms turning the metal into shreds and shards. It was at that time that I came to my senses and dropped my weapon and turned tail and ran. I moved through the streets stepping on loose rocks and broken glass. More and more foreign debris were forced into my feet, the pain was almost unbearable. I could hear the beast behind me, knocking cars and other things out of its way as it barreled towards me.
I kept my gaze straight ahead, for fear if I looked back I would be doomed. Up ahead I could see a large garbage truck, its black paint absorbing the light from the intermittent street lights. I ran around the back of the truck and into the passenger side door. Luckily the brute wasn’t that smart and followed my trail around the back of the machine. I jumped in the driver’s seat, turned the truck on. The engine roared to life and black smoke billowed into the air. I jammed the gear to reverse and back up at full speed, knocking the monster into the back of the truck. I found the compactor controls and started it up. As hydraulics and metal began to move they creature let out a low click and then several high pitched whines. Bones crunched organs and blood squished and then there was nothing. The black blood began to leak out of the back of the truck, pooling into an inky black puddle that no light escaped from, it was almost hypnotic. I could not enjoy my victory though; I could hear other creatures coming towards the death cry of their comrade. I moved through the city until I reached my apartment again and temporary safety.
I sat down at my ruined kitchen table then, brushing off the debris and pulling over the box of cereal I always kept there. In the entire ruckus, it had stayed standing; the world was funny like that. I opened the box and began to eat the crunchy oat circles, surveying my surroundings and shutting down my conscience. My life had changed that day and I would never be able to go back to the way things were ever again.
Armageddon started that day; it was a day none would forget. However something else began on that day that was the day that Milton Charles died and The Horror was born. A man who had no emotion, no fear and no remorse.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Greetings
Welcome all to what I hope will be a place to share my thoughts on a variety of topics ranging from food to video games and beyond. Today is really just to get things going and to introduce myself a little.
I'm no expert on any one part of life, I like to shift from thing to thing and try and absorb as much knowledge as I can. I hate routine and I try and shake things up in my life as much as I can. This also kinda goes with my personality as I am quite random at some points in the day.
I am pretty much a complete Nerd, but you will soon find out about that on your own. I plan on making reviews on Comic Books, Movies, Video Games and Pop Culture in general. I don't know how often I will update this blog but I will try and do it at least once a week. So sit back and watch your sanity disappear as you venture into the Shadows of my Escape.
Till next time.
Will
I'm no expert on any one part of life, I like to shift from thing to thing and try and absorb as much knowledge as I can. I hate routine and I try and shake things up in my life as much as I can. This also kinda goes with my personality as I am quite random at some points in the day.
I am pretty much a complete Nerd, but you will soon find out about that on your own. I plan on making reviews on Comic Books, Movies, Video Games and Pop Culture in general. I don't know how often I will update this blog but I will try and do it at least once a week. So sit back and watch your sanity disappear as you venture into the Shadows of my Escape.
Till next time.
Will
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