Tag: Friday The 13th

A Plague Of Locusts

“I DON’T SEE HOW ANY OF THAT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE! I’VE SAT HERE LISTENING TO YOU TALK FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE DAYS, AND I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY! SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST SAY IT AND BE DONE WITH ALL THESE GAMES!” he spits venomously, each word dripped in the meat that covers his ever-weakening bones.

The gale blows violently once more, sending him careening across the room and into the buildings side. But he does not stop there, instead he plummets through the plaster boards and out into the blackness that awaits outside.

A Disregarded Gift

“TOYING WITH YOU! TOYING WITH YOU!” he bellows whilst his laughter erupts to hysterical levels. “MY DEAR CHILD, I TOY WITH NO ONE! IT IS YOU WHO HAS BEEN TOYING ME WITH! YOU SEEKED ME OUT! YOU WANTED MY GIFT! AND THEN WHEN THE PRICE WAS PAID YOU TURN INTO AN UNGRATEFUL CHILD! PICK A LANE AND DRIVE WOMAN!”

Without a word of warning she thrusts a left and right jab into the side of Kevin, then rises her left leg and brings it down like a guillotine onto his head, thrusting him to the ground in a forced heap.

Balls The Size Of

She smiles nervously while her brothers laugh, “What makes you think you could ever convince me to give you MY empire?”

“Because it ain’t just yours, it’s all of yours, every single one of you snivelling FUCKS!” he says as he gestures towards the six of them with his hammer while a smile cascades across his moustached covered lips. “And I’ll keep working my way through you all until someone either gives it up, or everyone falls beneath me and my hammer.”

“CAN YOUR FUCKING HAMMER STOP A BULLET?” Heath cries as he pulls his revolver out from its holster.

All In The Wash

He looks behind him, then back to the strange man. “A-A-Are you talking to me?”

The man smiles broadly, “Is there anyone else here?”

Mitchell shrugs, and looks up at himself and Sarah who scream unheard words at each other.

“Not those two, they are not like us Daniel. They are on a different causeway, where we, we are by-products of a better time, a sweeter time.”

“A sweeter time?” he asks as he raises his brow in curiosity.

“Yes, those times in the void beneath voids. They were times grander than memories forgotten, do you remember our times together?”

We Be But Goading Children

The smile disappears from his lips, and he stares at her blankly, before leaning back in his chair and stuffing a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. “You think this is a joke?” he asks as he drags a match along the side of its box which brings the flame to life. He stares at her with unwaveringly disgust while the matches flame licks the burnt end of the cigarette like a hungry child.

“I-I-I,” she swallows an uneasy mouthful of air that feels like churning cement, forcing her to cough and splutter with a desperation savoured for more desperate times.

No Safe Passage

“I’m s-s-sorry,” she sobs, as she cups his face in her palm. “Every fault and misstep we take endangers ourselves and all those who rely on us to return with supplies, you have sentenced one or both of us to death. I will not bring this darkness home, so make your choice, and make it before the time past time is done.”

“I-I-I, I can’t do it, I can’t leave you here to die. There MUST be another way!”

She smiles softly and pinches his cheek with the reassurance of a grandparent. “I am fine with what must be done

A Door Removed From Memory

William raises an eyebrow with intense curiosity. “Hazar! Then it’s decided, isn’t it!” he says with uncontrollable excitement as he slaps his hands together powerfully with thunderous bravado. “You have arrived at my feet not to be part of my story, but because I am an integral part of yours,” he says with a broad smile, as he pulls a key from his pocket and holds it out towards Darren.

“W-What’s that?” he asks nervously.

“WHY IT’S A KEY!” William says proudly as he grabs Darren’s and slaps the key into his palm and tightly closes his hand back up.

It’s Not All Slight Of Hand

He swallows a mouthful of saliva as it tries to escape his mouth, then drags his sleeve across his mouth, wiping away the excess drool. Then nervously looks up at Roberto and smiles awkwardly. “S-Sorry, when I g-get carried away m-my adrenal glands kick into overdrive and f-flood my mouth with saliva.”

“Salivary,” Roberto quips back quickly.

“S-S-Sorry?”

“They are called your salivary glands, the glass that produce your saliva. It’s an honest mistake that anyone could make,” he says with a broad smile. “See your adrenal glands are in your kidneys, where your salivary glands are in your mouth.”

A Fixation On Furnaces

“Why do you push me away? Why do you treat me as if I am the enemy? Was it not you who pursued me? Was it not you who desired a bonding? Was it not you who encouraged a sexual joining? You bore me into this world, then moulded me into this. If you do not desire what I have become, then there is no need for me to be me.” she purrs through her engorged lips.

“I-I-I, I never wanted THIS!”

“Then you should’ve been more specific about what you wanted!” she hisses as he starts falling once again.

Miles Of Smile

Hargrave smiles nervously, biting into his own flesh with a bloody result. He hisses and grabs the side of his face, then snarls like a rabid animal before spitting a wad of blood to the ground.

“He wasn’t your friend, and neither will I if you disrespect me again!”

“When have we been friends? You keep me alive because I’m your canary!”

“My what?”

“Your canary, the thing you push out in front of you to ensure if there’s any danger, I face it first.”

Hargrave laughs loudly, “THAT YOU ARE!” he bellows as his smile encompasses his entire face.

To Cut Out

“What? Where are your words now?”

“T-THIS ISN’T YOU MARIS, THIS ISN…”

“Finally it’s all sinking in, have you just realised I am not the girl who gets your cock hard anymore!”

“W-W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER YOU DEMONIC BITCH!” he bellows.

She grins broadly, whipping her lips with her tongue. “I have done nothing that she herself did not ask for.”

“RELEASE HER! VACATE HER BODY AND GO BACK TO THE BOWELS OF WHATEVER HELL YOU DRAGGED YOURSELF FROM! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF HER!”

“Neither are you, yet here you are trying to win her back again.”

The Skin We Live In

“You’re fucked old boy, good a proper too. Why the hell would you try to accomplish something as stupid as what you just did? I thought you were brighter than that.”

“F-F-Fuck YOU!” he spits as he grits his teeth and lets out an almighty cry of agony as he tries once more to pull himself to his feet. But as before he find himself unable and lets out an exhausted breath as he collapses onto the blood drenched earth once again

“Son, ain’t no one being fucked here but you, and if I was you I’d consider outsourcing it.”

Sanitation Of The Linage

“W-W-We never meant for this to be the end. We never meant for what we did to be so c-c-c-catastrophic. We just wanted what was ours, and we thought we knew a way to make it so. We didn’t mean to hu-h-hurt you,” he says as he cradles Sarah’s bloody corpse in his arms. He brushes her dirt ridden hair away from her face and softly strokes her pale cheek, and as the tears freely run from his eyes he freezes in place, as empty eyes stare back up at him.

“Oh my god, will you shut the FUCK up!”

It’s My Party

“I-I-I, I understand, and if I was in your shoes I’m sure I’d be huddled in a hole somewhere crying myself to sleep every night. So please, don’t mistake my frustration for lack of understanding, that is far from the case, the fact you’re standing here and doing this with what you are facing is amazing, b-b-bit I just don’t thi-think I can do this, n-no…” he places a finger on her lips and gently shushes her through the soft smile that now adorns his face.

“You don’t need to justify yourself, I never asked you to commit to anything…