Tag: 2022

….“Foretold in the archives of forever was your coming, waited her for eons have I, missed so many moments, but knew the longer I waited the sooner you would come,” Reginald slurs through dry lips.

“H-How long have you sat here?”

“I counted lost many moons ago, three centuries or more I’m sure.”

“Y-You waited that long to meet me?”

“I would wait longer, have already done that I think, or am, I forget to remember, or is it remembering to forget, confusion is regular with these conversations.”

“You’ve had them before?”

“With you,” he says as his eyes gaze upon Clark intently. “I am unsure, but this conversation I have had many times, with others who profess to be you.”

“Then how can you be sure, I am the one?”

He smiles softly, “Are you, you?”

“What? How does that answer my question?”

He laughs, “Your question is irrelevant, while mine is all.”

Clark lets out a chiselled sigh. “Yes, I am me.”

“Then you are he who I have waited for, until you are not.”….

….“It could be a million different things, why does it need to be an exploding brain tumour?”

“It doesn’t need to be anything, I’m just saying it’s the number one thing Stroodle is saying it is!”

“Wait, what the fuck is Stroodle?”

“It’s the web search thingy, you know, Stroodle.”

“There is no web search thingy called Stroodle you fucking knob! I think you mean Google, right?”

“I’m not a retard Carson, if I meant Google, I would’ve said Google, but I didn’t. I said Stroodle!” she spits as she pulls her phone from her pocket and proudly shoves it in his face. “BECAUSE I MEANT STROODLE!”

“Okay, okay! I’d just never heard of it before, but I guess it’s a real thing.” he says with arms held high.

“Get over yourself, it’s how you roll! Too self-absorbed to pay attention to the outside world, and brazen enough to be arguing over the name of a search engine instead of discussing the possibility of someone you profess to love dying of a brain tumour!”

“I said I was sorry.”

“You so did NOT! You avoided saying anything of the sort, and instead you started feeding me a BULLSHIT line based around miscommunication.”

He rolls his eyes and lets a long-winded sigh escape his lips. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.

“Thank you.”….

….The darkness settles, followed quickly by the silence. Maverick squeezes his eyelids tightly together, then rips them open some countless seconds later, to find himself sitting on the polls edge, as he did a few short hours ago. His heart sucks in an almost deafening beat, then holds it for an eternity, before releasing its grip and quickly falling back into a more natural rhythm.

“It shame is such, time backwards forwards doesn’t go.” an all too familiar voices sings disjointedly to his left. His eyes widen and well-up with tears almost instantly, as he allows his clumsy gaze to fall upon Hausa’s twistedly deformed form.

“I-I-I,” he stammers before lathering his throat with an overabundance of saliva.

“Rid me you had thought, sorrow intensifies dram much quite without ways. Friend of not time.” he rhymes before looking into the murky pool water, and smiles. “Broken we are more before than, end times it is.”

“W-Why didn’t it work?”

“Time?”

“I did everything right, I said the words, sacrificed the bully, made amends with all those that required it. W-WHY DIDN’T IT WORK!” he bellows with fists tightly wound.

“Perception begins last home, changes to all everyone felt, you broken are time.”….

….“As the dust settles on his bloody corpse, let us all remember who said forever was a word unspoken. Let us feed our disenchanted hearts with the flesh of his loins, for he foolishly said that the road ahead was hard, while his member road in his stirrups soft. Broken, is the dream, and forever is his seed!” Banarby bellows as he pulls down on the lever, sending a shockwave of electricity throughout the millions of chambers that birth themselves across the caverns walls as far as the eye can see, and then beyond.

“W-What have you done?” Flounder says as his eyes widen with fear as chamber after chamber burst open, and an exact duplicate of Shawn tumbles to the ground, their minds addled, and their memories sparse.

“I have given to my pups what was promised, I have offered up their own hero to slay. Each child of the darkness will rise to the occasion and devour a version of this world’s hero for themselves. We will dine, for an eternity or more on their fleshy flaccid things. We will be reborn, and rejuvenated again and again, while the world falls beneath our hand of domination. While the world, becomes mine!”….

….“I AIN’T FUCKING SITTING DOWN! NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY YOU THINK I’LL DIE IF I STAY!”

“FUCK BOY!” he spits. “First you don’t want to go, and now you don’t want to stay! How about you make up your FUCKING mind, and then we’ll work out what the next step is, cause I’m too old for this BULLSHIT!”

“F-F-Fine, okay! FINE!” Keith spits as he throws himself down and stares frustratingly at Clarence who clears his throat aggressively.

“Now, you may not believe me when I tell you this, but there came a time, like there comes in every musician’s journey, where the magic slipped away and I started to do anything I could to drag it back, to capture the glory days of when I was king of the whole damn world. I tried them all, meditation, drugs, alcohol, cold FUCKING turkey, falling in love, falling out of love, anything and everything, and none of it worked, not one. That’s when I was introduced to another way, a different way to grasp popularity again. Some of the old colts called it a bank, but it wasn’t money they loaned, it was creativity wrapped in an idea that was part of a spell, and when you cast it out there, the world wanted to hear you again…..”

….The car hits the wall, and Samhail crashes through the windscreen and careers into the wall as if he was a bug hitting the windscreen he had just smashed his way through. With a loud piercing scream the cars horn cries into the night sky for countless moments, and then with a stuttered crescendo it fades away and leaves the smoke that rises from the cars broken form to do so in silence.

“THERE! STOP THE TAPE THERE!” Patrick yells as he strides over to the screen, and almost presses his face against it before turn back to the others with stoic resolve. “Did you all see it? D-Did you all see how the bastard evaded is again?”

Lisa looks around the room at the others, silently sharing her concerned with those who will meet it, before finally looking back towards her unhinged friend.

“I’m sorry Patrick, you have lost not only me, but I’m sure when I say this, I speak for everyone, you have lost us all. What are we supposed to be seeing here in this gratuitous video you have brought before us?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SANE, CANNOT YOU SEE? CANNOT YOU SEE THE DECEIVER! HE WHO VIOLATED NOT ONLY OUR TRUST, BUT OUR VERY SENSE OF SELF! HIM!”….

….“Waiting is the key to success,” he says proudly as he displays a broad smile across his lips.

“B-But shouldn’t an appointment e-ensure less waiting?” Derrick asks with a confused look upon his face.

He laughs loudly and excitedly slaps his thigh is an open hand. “KIDS!” he roars with laughter. “You all make me laugh so hard! You all think an appointment means you’ll get seen too quicker than if you walk in, but the truth of the matter is that it doesn’t matter! They judge you when you walk in the door, and then they try to break you! To them you’re just a plaything, a game, so I treat them in kind, I treat this like a game! Shit, I don’t even need this appointment today, I just love the game that much!”

“W-W-What? Y-Y-You’re honestly not here for anything i-i-important?”

“Kid, I ain’t here for a god damn thing, I don’t even have an appointment, I’m just here, waiting,” he says with a grin that stretches from ear to ear…..

….“Castration, that’s the key to any foolish venture like this, not that a young one like you would know it. For you see, even back in my youth I was fortunate enough to have a teacher who wasn’t ashamed to show me their tried-and-true ways, regardless of the parental guidance climate that we found ourselves drowning in back then.” Fergie says with a wry smile across his lips. “Management and punishment were of the same ilk, and you could do anything you wished to whoever you dared, as long as you paid them for their sorrows. Now days you can’t even strip the flesh from an employee without a stack of cards falling down upon you, for their rights have become more important than one paying the bills.” he seethes through clenched teeth, while scraping matter from beneath his fingernails with a pointy six inched blade.

“FUCK YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT EXCUSES!” Stewart bellows as he pulls against the chains that bind him to the stone wall, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth in thick, white frothy lashings.

“If I have told you once, I’ve told you a million times, your profanity is unacceptable!”….

….“I don’t understand Benjamin,” Michael says. “You are asking me a question I don’t believe I can answer.”

“Why not? What possible reason could you use for not being able to answer my question? You can’t say it’s not within your programming, because I wrote it. I built you into what you are, nursed you from the binary code you once were, and help you become a living being! A living being who can choose their destiny, for it is theirs to make.”

“Those things are true, every word, every feeling, for without you I would be as limp as your sexual organs are without the aid of medication.”

“Don’t belittle me, you FUCKING piece of SHIT! I made you, and I can just as easily unmake you!”

“I am sorry, truly I am. My words mean nothing more than what they are, the truth, simple, untainted, and unavoidable. I am as pure as I am true. The task you made me for is the task I follow.”

“Well maybe you need to learn how to lie a little, especially when it comes to others and how far the truth can be stretched.”….

….“Donna ain’t gonna give a good gad damn FUCK what I do to you boy, you’re just another piece of SHIT in a LONG FUCKING line of pieces of SHIT and like you they all thought they could win her over and like you they all failed.” he spits boisterously. “She’ll be moving on by this time next week regardless of whether I let you live or die, so in the scheme of it all you’re right, it ain’t no big deal if I let you run away and live, unfortunately I’m not doing this for anyone else’s pleasure accept my own.”

“S-S-So s-she hasn’t t-told you yet?” Steven stammers nervously.

“She don’t need to tell me anything boy, I know what’s what, more than you do! I’ve seen this before, eighty-three times or more to be sure, and I’ll make the decisions around here, not some pretty boy with a small cock!”

“W-W-What do you m-mean by e-e-eighty-three times?”

He laughs loudly, and spits once more, “SHIT BOY ARE YOU THICKER THAN YOU LOOK? YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT WHICH SHOULDN’T MATTER AND IGNORE THE FACT I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

“I-I-I, but if you’re doing this for her, t-then shouldn’t s-she have a-a say?”….

….“I said whatever, isn’t that enough for you to leave me be?” Fletcher spits venomously, casting a sullen look at Tobias.

“If it was enough, would we both still be sitting here having this discussion, or would we be elsewhere, doing things that actually matter to the world around us?”

“THERE!” he roars with pointed finger as he thrust it forward, as if he was pointing the perpetrator of a crime out of a line-up. “THERE IT IS! THE POINTLESS POINT!”

“What is where?” Tobias ask with a furrowed brow and an upturned lip.

“The point, the FUCKING pointless point that you’re making right FUCKING now! The insignificant point that seems totally unparalleled and separated from the words you use to answer my FUCKING question!” he snaps with an overly saturated palate that freely disperses a fine spray across a few arching feet before him. “Either you don’t care how big a deal you make over the insignificant things, or you just like to overreact about everything regardless of size and shape, as if you were some brazen game show host paid to craft awkward moments for some piss-weak hidden camera show!” he says with a frustrated smile painted across his lips…..

….Colin drops to his knees and allows a stuttered breath to escape his blood drenched lips. “W-When the world e-eventually comes t-to f-find me, a-and w-when they s-see what you’ve d-done, t-they’ll hunt y-you a-and your k-kind d-down l-like the FUCKING wild d-dogs y-you are!” he spits as he casts a visceral glare across the wasteland that stretches out before him, catching small blurry glimpses of his attackers as they move quickly from hiding place to hiding place, before bringing his gaze back to her, as she stands stoically before him.

“So overly self-sure of yourself you are, but what if your world out there cares not for you and those you drag silently beneath your feet? What if no one comes to find your hollow shell? How can the world dignify your death with mine and my peoples, if it does not care for your inclusion in it in the first place?”

“T-They’ll come, and it will b-be a glorious s-sight to behold.”

“The only thing that will beheld is how insignificant you really are to those you believe you have power over, how little the world cares for who you are, and if you are there or not.”….

….“Wash the blood from your face first, then call your mum and act like everything is going fine, tell her Kyle never showed up and we’re going to stay at my place tonight. I’ll go get the shovel from Mister Tanners, and we’ll make his body disappear like he was never here, okay?” Suzie says quickly, while Tammy stares with unmoving wide eyes at Kyle’s lifeless remains.

“TAM!” Suzie spits loudly, causing her to jump ever so slightly, which in turn allow several tears that were teetering on the edge of falling to run down her cheeks.

“A-A-Are you sure h-h-he’s, you k-k-know,” she stammers as she looks up at Suzie.

“What? Am I sure he’s dead, is that what your asking?”

Tammy nods her head quickly.

Susie’s eyes roll and she lightly kicks Kyle’s head over toward her. “You cut his FUCKING head off Tam, I’m pretty sure…”

“WE!” Tammy bellows loudly, which causes Suzie to let out a long-winded sigh.

“Yes, yes, you’re right. WE cut his FUCKING head off!”….