Lying Truths – A Short Story From A Twisted Halloween 2021

Lying Truths

Blake drops to his knees and lets out a stuttered sigh of exhaustion. He casts a wandering glance towards Sydney’s motionless form, allowing his eyes to follow the trail of blood as it runs down the uneven concrete floor, and slowly forms a puddle in the corner. His heart skips momentarily as the thrusting engines of cars as they make their way towards him can be heard in the distance, and he knows now through overwhelming desires that he must fabricate his own reflection of the truth, as no one else will believe him.

“They m-might,” a voice says, as he stares back at Sydney with wide open eyes filled with fear, as she sits cross legged before him with a demented smile upon her face.

“I-I-Is this p-part real?” he stammers nervously.

“What is real anymore?”

“S-S-Something has t-to be!”

“Then decided which truth to choose!”

“I-I-I, I CAN’T KEEP LYING!” he screams.

She tilts her head as the demented smile cascades into a crude grin with her rotting teeth freely displayed. “Once you decided what the truth is you will no longer be lying, and then in that choice you will be free of anymore decisions for the pathway once made only require actions to be followed.”

“B-B-But, I have no co-control over what others see as the truth, and they will know.”

She laughs, “The truth is what we make, and they’ll know nothing more than what you tell them, for you are the only one.”

“W-W-W-What about y-you?”

He smile grows wider, as it tears the flesh of her cheeks apart. “I am of no danger to you, for WE are partners, you and I.”

“P-P-Partners?”

“Why else would I let you live? Why else would I offer you my protection?” she awkwardly gets to her feet and jerkily makes her way over to him, holding her hand out for him to take.

He nervously looks up at her as the cars outside come to a screeching halt. “H-H-How can I t-trust you?”

She laughs loudly as the car doors slam and unintelligible yelling filter into the room , “You can’t, but what choice do you have?”

“I-I-I, I can’t.” he seethes with exhausted breath as he drops his head to the ground.

“Then prepare to die! For that will be the case when they storm their way into this room, and see what you have done to their children!”

“I-I’ll t-tell them the t-truth a-and they’ll u-understand, t-they’ll see h-how sick I am. T-They’ll help me.”he sobs desperately.

“They won’t help YOU! They won’t see YOU! All they’ll see is a murderer, one they’ll know will escape punishment, and in that moment of doubt, I’ll offer them a solution,” she purrs as Blake looks up at her in terror.

“Y-You would b-betray m-me like t-that?”

Her smile tears further through her flesh as the buildings doors are knocked in and the sound of men charging into the building echo throughout the room. “He who throws the first stone, cannot throw the last,” she sings, extending her hand once again. “Now sweet prince, take my hand and lay your trust in me.”

“P-Please,” he stammers as the rooms door explodes inward and a swam of armed officers spill in.

“F-F-Fuck,” one of the officers stutter at the bloody site that greets them. He looks desperately around the room, meeting each of their wild glares with his own.

“P-P-Please, you have t-to understand w-what h-h-happened. Y-Y-You h…” its then that his words get stuck in his throat, as he notices one of the officers listening intently to someone unseen. “P-P-P-PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND!” he screams as he scrambles to his feet, only for gunfire to knock him back down.

He sucks in desperate breath after desperate breath, as an unrelenting pain washes over him in wave after wave.

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