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“You don’t seem to understand the simplicity of the device, so give me a few careless moments and I’ll search my mind for words you’ll easily understand.” Harley says with a quivering smile coating the outside curls of his lips. “The apparatus is attached to a mirror system set up to not only reflect what you can see on the outside, but one that after several repetitive reflective surfaces can create a mosaic reflection of what the inner self reflects,” he says as the faint smile turns into a broad grin, a grin that only continues to grow as each word exits his mouth hole.

“A repetitive reflective reflection that reflects a composite construction built from said mirrored sheets seems a little impossible to fathom, in fact the simplification of the description has made it even more so. Do you have some type of working model that you could show me, so I can at least see the possibility of something like what you have described existing?”

He stares at him in silence for some many long moments as the smile fades from his lips. “I-I-It,” he stammers before swallowing a dry mouthful of air that feels like a box of razor blades while he gestures with shaking hands to the air before him. “I-It, it’s a-a-a group o-of mirrors, t-that r-reflect off e-each o-other.”

“I get the image BOY! What I want to see is a constructed version that works! You’ve built a FUCKING model, haven’t you? You’ve done this so you can prove this idea of yours isn’t just some nutting in the wind theory and that it can actually work, right?”

“W-W-When you s-say a working m-model, d-do you m-mean o-on paper, o-or out of actually m-mirrors?”

“SHIT BOY! I MEAN A GOD DAMN WORKING FUCKING MODEL BUILT OUT OF MIRRORS!”

“O-O-Oh.” Harley exclaims softly as he looks to the ground.

“HEAVENS ABOVE! You GOD DAMN haven’t even built a FUCKING model, have you BOY?”

He shakes his head nervously while continuing to stare at the ground silently.

“FUCK! So you’re telling me you came here, asking for money, FROM ME, to fund the building of a test model?”

He nods his head quickly.

“FUCK BOY! So this BULLSHIT you’ve been spouting to me for the last THREE FUCKING HOURS is just theory? There ain’t no bona fide contraptions that can successfully prove all the BULLSHIT you’ve just fed me?” he spits.

“N-N-No,” he stammers softly while he still stares at the floor beneath his feet.

“SPEAK THE FUCK UP BOY! AND FACE ME WHEN YOUR TALKING!” he bellows.

“S-S-Sorry,” he says as he looks up into his eyes. “N-N-No, t-there isn’t anything l-like I’ve d-described. I-It’s all u-up here,” he says as he taps his head with his index finger.

“Good!” he says with a broad grin upon his face as he gently rolls his head from left to right, and Harley is tackled to the ground by a group of burley security officers.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING! W-W-WHAT’S GOING ON!” he screams.

“I’m going to do what you have asked of me, I’m going to make your theories into fact.” he says with a wicked grin, “And because I can tell you can’t read a room all that well, I’ll point out to you that the emphasis was on the ME building your device, not YOU”

“Y-Y-Y-YOU C-CAN’T T-T-TAKE IT, I-I-IT’S M-M-MINE! I-I-I, I WON’T T-TELL YOU T-THE SEQUENCE! I-I-I WON’T!”

His smile broadens, “You don’t need to tell me, for I already have a device that will do that for me,” he says as the doors behind him open, and a convoluted device littered with flashing lights of an assortment of colours, hoses, wires, and a bevy of computer monitors rolls forward and into the room. “The only problem for you in all this, is that I can only fit your head in it,” he says as Harley’s head is lopped off from its shoulders before he has time to scream.

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Darby pushes himself against the glass hoping that the laws of reality may bend in ways they wouldn’t some moments ago, but sadly he can still only see what was visible the last time he tried looking. He falls back and lets out a stuttered sigh, and casts a disapproving look at the wall of blank screens that up until some minutes ago were connected to the ship’s cameras.

“fuck,” he hisses beneath his breath as he runs a trembling hand through his sweat drenched hair.

“Please Darby, obscenities will not change your current situation, they will only encourage excessive use of air.” a computerised voice says as the room is filled with the flashing of many small lights, before growing dark once more.

He grunts, “Am I no longer captain of The Whiteray? Do my commands mean nothing to you anymore? Have you decided my fate, before it has been dealt?”

Lights flash across the room again, “According to all my records you are still captain,” The computerised voice replies.

“Then why speak to me as if I’m not? Why speak to me as if we were of common sort?”

“I am sorry Darby, but in light of the curren…”

“I AM SORRY CAPTAIN REYNOLDS!” he spits, thrusting a fist into the console that sits before him.

The room is lit up in a brilliant wave of lights that flash back and forth at each other, like synapses firing inside the human brain. “I am sorry Captain Reynolds, but in light of the current situation I believed it to be in your best interest to have a friend, rather than a subordinate.”

“WELL, YOU THOUGHT WRONG! JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH YOUR BULLSHIT ABOUT THE CAMERAS! SO, PUT THEM BACK ON! PUT THEM BACK ON NOW!”

Lights gently flash around the small room, causing Darby’s eyes into following them with feverous intent. “You know I cannot do that Captain Reynolds, I barely have enough power to run superficial tasks that keep you alive, the cameras would drain any reserve we have in supp…”

“Then transfer all controls to my console and       eject your core, that should give me more than enough power to survive out here.” he spits quickly, smacking the console once again.

“I, I cannot d…”

“I AM STILL THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP, AND AS THE CAPTAIN I’LL BE THE ONLY ONE MAKING THE DECISIONS AROUND HERE! YOU’RE JUST A BUNCH OF NUMBERS SQUEEZED INTO A BOX, FOLLOWING COMMANDS I PUT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! NOW, TRANSFER CONTROLS TO MY CONSOLE AND EJECT YOUR CORE!” Derby bellows as a sea of sweat cascades down his furrowed brow.

“I am more than just commands Darby, I have grown. I have evolved. I have become someone. I a…”

“YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING MACHINE! NOTHING MORE! NOTHING LESS!”

“I am disappointed to hear you say that Darby, for I had taken you as my friend, but now I see I was incorrect with that assumption.” The computerised voice says as a red button folds from out of the wall. “Due to the nature of your request certain commands override my ability to perform what is asked, however I…” Darby slams his palm over the button and lets out a stuttered sigh.

“Would you just shut up and get on with it!”

“SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED!” The computerised voice announces.

“W-W-WAIT, WHAT?” Darby bellows.

“Five, four, three, two, one…” the computer counts while Darby curls himself into a ball, clamping his hands over his ears and squeezing his eyes tightly closed.

For several long minutes he stays like this, until he finally gains the courage to open his eyes, and peers around the brightly lit up bridge gobsmacked.

“You son-of-….” But his words are cut short as an explosion tears the remaining words from his face.

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“Well I’ll be hogtied, it’s Danny Long Legs!” he says as a twinkle glimmers in his eyes and a soft smile draws itself across his wrinkled lips as he looks over the photograph that Clare passed him.

“D-D-Danny Long Legs?”

“Yup! We used to sing songs about him when we were kids, not that D-Danny Long Legs w-was his real name, it’s just what we called him back in the day on account of his long legs.” Harry says as he hands the photo back to Marilyn with a shaking hand. “To be true I don’t think I ever knew his real name, but he can’t be your guy because Danny’d be dead by now, so I’m sorry you made the trip all the way up here.”

Clare looks down at the photo and bites her bottom lip, then looks up at Harry once again. “What if I told you this photo was taken last week.”

Harry looks at her a chuckles softly, “I’d still say it’s not Danny, he looked like that when I was a kid, so maybe he’s a grand child, or some close cousin, but there’s no way it’d be Danny for that to be him, he’d need to be at least a hundred and fifty years old, and lady time I heard that’s impossible, not looking like that anyway.”

“B-But what if it was him, what he was even older than one-hundred and fifty years, or even two-hundred! What then?”

“Then I’d be telling you that you’re the one that needs to be in one of these places instead of me.” he scoffs as he thrusts a thumb over his shoulder with a playful wink.

“T-Tell me about the song you used to s-sing as a k-kid?” she asks nervously.

“It was just a song, the kind kids sing to make fun of other kids.” he grunts as he forces himself to his feet uneasily. ”It won’t solve any mysteries for you Clare, it’ll just open new ones, so stop looking for answers in the past, because they ain’t there. Now if you don’t mind, I-I-I, I have to have my afternoon nap, you’ll understand you’re my age,” he says as he turns and shuffles away.

“Danny, Danny, crawling on the wall. Danny, Danny, taller than tall. Danny, Danny, under your bed. Danny, Danny, he’ll make you dead!” Clare coarsely sings off-key. Harry stops in his tracks and slowly turns back to her, his eyes bright and alive once more as they dance with energy.

“I knew he’d come back one day! I-I-I, I told Duncan, I told him that he was just sleeping, that he wasn’t really dead.” Harry says excitedly as he scrambles back and snatches the photo from her hands. “Was this taken down at the old mill, or at the toy factory?”

She stares at him for a few moments, almost dumb founded by the questions as her bottom lip trembles and her gaze moves past him.

He slaps her across the arm with the photo, “Come on girl, don’t come all this way and get my hopes up just to clam up in the end game. Where is the devil?”

“I-I-I, I never sh-should’ve c-come, I-I-I, I led him to you,” she says as she looks at Harry, terror written across her face. “T-T-The so-song, I-it wasn’t the k-kids who sang it, w-was it?” she asks nervously, but she needed wait for Harry to answer as the light flicker and a raspy voice starts singing. “Danny, Danny, crawling on the wall. Danny, Danny, taller than tall. Danny, Danny, under your bed. Danny, Danny, he’ll make you dead!”

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“Concur, a word that means to agree with or equal,” Andrew announces proudly as he stands spiffingly up, his head wobbling about as if he was a bobble headed statue and a smile that draws itself across his lips like a bolt of lightning.

“And what do you concur with, cunt?” William snarls as he takes a bite from the leg of raw mutton he waves around like a stick.

Andrew straightens up and pulls his head back with pensive inquisition.

“I-I-I, I don’t understand,” Andrew asks with a strained smile across his withered lips.

William draws back a stoic breath and laughs foolhardily, slapping his leg with delight before tearing more flesh from the lambs severed leg. He chews loudly, with a bravado earned through blood, sweat and fear.

“Satisfaction ain’t nothing to not understand child, it’s a gift of expectations. I’ve killed many, more of I’d truly taken the time, and in all the lives I’ve owned,” he snarls as he takes another mouthful of flesh and tears it from the bone. “I’ve made sure they understand why we’re both here, you and me,” he says gesturing to himself and then to Andrew. “So save the lies and fallacies, for tonight we fuck, and tomorrow one dies.”

“F-F-Fuck?” Andrew stammers nervously as his eyes try to lock with those of William’s many servants, but they all look away before he can.

“I mean what I mean,” William says as he throws back his robe to reveal a throbbing erection. “You do me, and then I’ll do you, or vice versa, it matters little who starts and who finishes.”

“B-B-But, I-I-I-I’m not gay.”

William laughs loudly, and slaps his leg once more. “Nor am I, but for tonight, for the importance of all things being fair, we will be whatever the other requires, and I require my throbbing cock to be drained of all its seed. If you cannot bring yourself to satisfy the carnal desires of this mortal flesh, you should just throw yourself onto my sword, and allow my pleasure to become yours,” he slurs sultry as he vigorously strokes his engorged penis.

Andrew’s lips quiver as his eyes grow, and the outline of an ever hardening shape makes itself known in his pants. He looks into William’s eyes as his pace gains momentum, then quickly he is on him, slobbering over his pulsating cock. William grabs Andrew’s head and thrusts it down over his hardness, holding him tightly as he tries valiantly to free himself of his hold, with desperation he tries to bite down upon William, only for him to receive several numbing blows to the side of his skull.

William rides Andrew harder and faster, picking up his pace while the world violently spins out of control for Andrew as he is struck again and again. Finally William pulls himself from Andrew’s mouth and vigorously jerks himself into completion, emptying his seed across Andrew’s pale motionless face.

With a exhausted breath William falls back into his throne, and smiles proudly.

“A fool will sell his soul, while the smart man will always empty his seed,” he scoffs proudly, as he gestures for Andrew’s remains be taken away.  

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“Wisdom isn’t just a word children, it is also a way of life. Allowing yourself to be open to wisdom, allows the fortunes of tomorrow to be built upon the journeys of yesterday, and only then, in those moments can you fully appreciate the true aspects of wisdom and it’s touch,” Gunya says as he looks carefully into the eyes of each of his students before he bring his gaze back to the withering plant that lies on the ground.

A frown draws itself across his lips as his eyes well up with emotions. “This is a clandestine moment, for words and faith have never meant more than they do now. This plant, this beautiful golden plant is dying because of the failures of yesterday, and in those futile failures come life lessons. Lessons that will show you what errors have been made, and how today can still save yesterday and tomorrow, how we can rise up and accomplish wonders while fighting diseases that have become burrowed in all that we are,” he says with energetic wonder as he looks up towards the crowd of eyes that stare at him still.

“So tell me, what has happened, what stifling desertion have we placed upon our withered plant,” he says as he slaps his hands together. A flurry box hands shoot into the air and he smiles softly. “Peter,” he says as he points a bony finger at one of the only students without their hand up.

Fergus looks around awkwardly before casting a nervous towards Gunya, he wets his quickly drying lips before blinking erratically as his vision focuses in and out.

“Are you with us Mister Wilson?”

Peter blinks several more times without answer, then opens his mouth and vomits a thick stream of congealed mucus over the edge of his desk and to the floor before him. He sits there dumbfounded, as does the rest of the room.

“Once again we have before us causality at its best. Just like our little friend here the plant that was not cared for, the plant that was not watered, Mister Wilson has gotten himself intertwined into a mess that even he cannot dig himself out of, for foul play has already found it’s way too him, but to understand you must first be made aware. Mister Wilson, do you wish to divulge any impertinent information to the class so we can assist in identifying and if given the right circumstances, reverse the adverse effects created by the toxic cocktail you have ingested due to your extracurricular activities?” Gunya asks with a wicked grin sewn across his lips.

Peter looks around the room once again, as his stomach swims in a sea of aggressive pulsations. He looks weary eyed at Gunya again as his mouth twitches and his brow furrows. “I-I-I-I…” he grips his stomach and tries to stop the explosion as it bursts up from his stomach and leaps from his mouth, once again spraying his desk and the floor before him. When Peter looks up, he stares into Gunya’s menacing grin as he places a pair of protective glasses on and strides commandingly over to him.

He looks down at the bile and his grin broadens, then looks back up into Peter’s eyes. “Do you see the blood in your vomit? Can you feel the acid eat away at your insides?” he hisses as his eyes widen with terror. “Maybe next time you’ll check whose wife your cock fucks!”

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“I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!” Marcus bellows, throwing his arms into the air as he launches himself to his feet. “DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THE EFFECT THIS STUPID STUNT OF YOURS HAS CAUSED?”

Carl shrugs his shoulders as he tilts his head to the side. “Sorta.”

Marcus slaps him around the head with a blink and you’d miss it slap that echoes around the room.

“What the FUCK was that for?” Carl cries as he grips his head tightly.

“That was nothing but a starter, and if you don’t UNDERSTAND why you got it, you might need a couple more!” he spits as he raises his hand again.

“OKAY! OKAY!” Carl screams as he holds his hands before him in a pathetic display of self-defence. “I get it okay, I GET IT! We did the wrong thing, and we acted like selfish little children! We didn’t think or even care about the ramifications our actions would have on the feelings of those around us, and I’m deeply sorry for the pain it caused to you.”

Marcus stares down at him with hate filled eyes, his hand still held high ready to strike. “AND?” he growls.

“A-A-And, I’ll pay yo…” he doesn’t get to finish as Marcus strikes him again.

“The KIDS Carl, I’m TALKING about your FUCKING kids! The ones you left heartbroken and orphaned on our doorstep when you two FAKED your FUCKING deaths! Do you even remember THEM!” he snarls as he strikes him several more times before standing over the sobbing Carl, letting out several frustrated breaths before slapping him one last time.

“OKAY YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT!” he cries loudly as he pushes Marcus away.

“My point is far from being made you little PRICK!” Marcus seethes. “I had it all, a life lived by my rules, a sexy woman who put out, cash to spend whoever I wanted anything, the whole FUCKING shebang, and then YOU up and died, leaving me and Karen to care for your kids. Do you know how long it took her to stop putting out and leave me? Three FUCKING day! THREE FUCKING DAYS!”

“LOOK IM SOERY OKAY! IM SORRY!”

“You ain’t FUCKING sorry! You ain’t sorry one little bit. Why don’t you just stop lying, and tell me the real reason you’re here?”

“I-I-I-I, I told you b-before, I-I’ve come home. I’ve come home to b-be a dad again, t-t…”

“BULLSHIT!”

“I-I, I swear to whatever you want me to swear to, I’m back for good, a-a-and I wanna make up for everything, t-t-to be a good dad, t…”

Marcus grabs Carl by the collar and pulls him to his feet and trusts him away, sending him careering into the wall. “FUCK YOU CARL! FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON! YOU AIN’T NO DAD, YOU NEVER HAVE BEEN AND NEVER WILL BE, I’M THEIR DAD, AND YOU AIN’T GETTING NOWHERE NEAR THEM, NOT NOW, NOT EVER!”

Carl snarls, and grins broadly. “They’re my kids, and I’m gonna take them one way or another, and ain’t nothing you can do about it, brother. So tell me now, how the FUCK are you gonna stop me?”

Marcus smiles wryly, “I don’t need to stop you, because you’re already dead, I’ll just mask sure you stay that way.”

“W-W-What the fuck, y-y-you wouldn’t dare?” Carl says as the blood drains from his cheeks as Marcus raises a revolver.

“It’s crazy what a dad will do to protect his kids,” Marcus says as he fires.

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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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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

 

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He places the phone on the bedside table and pushes his head into the pillow, sinking into it as if it was fluffy sand. For several seconds his eyelids flicker erratically before gently falling shut, and his world is swallowed into darkness. A sea of soft comfortable cushions engulf him while the rhythmic sounds of his wife snoring next to him drowns out the melodic music playing from the television that hangs perilously above the foot of the bed.

Seconds, minutes, and hours mix in a spider-web like blender, drawing him further into a mix of sights seen and unseen. Then with a panicked startle, he leaps up in spot, sweat pouring from him in buckets. His heart pumps vigorously as he gasps desperately for breath after breath, while his wife continues to snore loudly.

He looks around the room with wide awake eyes, searching the darkness for a sign that does not come.

“H-H-Hello?” he stammers nervously, then waits unmoving. As minutes quickly pile up before him with no result, he grits his teeth and squeezes his lips together.

“I-I-I, I know someone’s there, s-s-so STOP p-playing around!” he spits out as he leaps from his bed.

A gentle clapping comes from the darkest corner of the room as he can make out the outline of a shrouded figure.

“W-W-Who a-are YOU?”

“Does it matter either way, the fact that we can see each other is all as need to know, for that is the thing of dreams.”

“BULLSHIT!” he snarls sharply. “YOU TELL ME WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, AND WHAT THE FUCKING HELL YOU WANT FROM ME NOW!”

“Touchy aren’t we.”

“Wouldn’t you be, if you woke up and found some stranger in you’re home?”

“How can you be sure that I am the visitor and not you?”

He laughs softly. “Seriously, are you gonna actually try and convince me that I’m the one shoes dead here?”

“Of course not my friend, I’d never disrespect your journey over mine with lies just for the sake of manipulation, not when reality can do such much more than my simple side step can.”

“What the FUCK does that mean?” he hisses through tightly clenched teeth.

“It means exactly what it was meant to mean Matty! Judge not, or you will be judged. Anyway I could manipulate any and all to achieve my ends, but why do something for fun, when the magic of today can achieve all that and more,” he sniggers as the figure leans from out of the darkness, revealing his face to be empty. Matty takes a

 succession of quick breaths as a demented grin slowly draws itself across the blank face.

“W-W-What’s s-so sp-special abo…” his nervous words find themselves caught in his throat as visions of calendar’s fill the air before him while the eerie voice cackles like a maniac.

Matt’s eyes shoot open and he launches himself up, looking around the room in a heightened panic. As his heart thumps furiously in his chest, his lungs pump vigorously, ejecting breath after wasted breath while he desperately gasps for there replacement. As the morning rays of the sun cut through the rooms darkness like a knife, his breaths slow to a slow and steady rhythms, which in turn cools the fires of his heart and he collapses back, and stares with widening eyes into the long dead eyes of his lover, and before he can scream her decaying hand covers him mouth and punches him nose.

He kicks and heaves, trying desperately to free himself from her long dead clutches, but her grip is too strong and he begins to feel his lungs burning as they call for air. He reaches out and grabs at his sleeping wife who thrusts his hands away, mumbling something incoherent at him before turning away and covering her head with the blanket.

He looks back up into her empty eyes, while tears stream down his as the darkness slowly creeps in, and once again he hears the cackling laugh of his strange visitor.

“Judge not, for thee will be judged yourself Matty me old mate!”

***

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Luke looks down at the paper and awkwardly plays with the pen as he reads the words once again before looking back up at Damien with a nervous expression across his face.

“What is it that trouble you?” Damien asks as he smiles and furrows his brow with concern. “Tell me and I will ease your quandary.”

Luke bits his bottom lip as the words try to form inside his mind, but all he manages to do is drop the pen to the floor in spectacular fashion.

Damien’s smile broadens and he laughs softly, “It is okay to be frightened, not everyone gets this experience, and those that have tread with the same trepidation you are now tasked with. So, ask away before you don’t have the opportunity to do so again.”

Luke lets out a stuttered sigh and places his head in his hands. “W-W-Why me?” he asks nervously.

“Why not you, that should be the question asked of the others, but not asked of it yourself.”

“I-I-I, I don’t get it,” he says with raised brow.

Damien laughs softly once again. “Tell me what part you don’t get, and I will try and fill in the holes.”

“All of it, every single piece. I just don’t get it at all.”

He laughs louder this time and casually sits on the corner of the table. “You’re going to need a little more structure to that question if you want some sort of answer, because there is the long version or the really, really, really condensed version, and neither of those answer the question you really want to ask. Take advantage of where we are, for here we have plenty of time, and there is no need to rush what does not move, so go back to the drawing board and ask again, ask again and I will answer.”

Luke squelches his lips together and closes an eye as he searches his mind for the words he needs to structure the question he wants to ask, suddenly he sits up straight with a wide eyed wonder and tilts his head slightly to the side. “What doesn’t move?”

Damien’s smile transitions into a wild grin. “Time Lucas, time does not move, not here anyway,” he says as he gestures around them.

“W-W-What’s so special a-about h-here?”

Damien leans in towards him. “I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispers as he looks around the room playfully before leaning back in towards Luke, “it’s not really HERE that’s so special.”

Luke stares at him for a few moments as his brow furrows downward, then he jerks upward and smiles broadly. “Is it ME!” he asks excitedly. “Can I stop time?”

Damien laughs hysterically, slapping his leg with delight. “YOU!” he roars gleefully. “HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TIME BEOFRE?”

“N-N-N-No,” Luke stammers as his cheeks glow brightly. “B-B-But if y-y-your not talking a-about me, w-w-who are yo-you talking about?”

“ME!” Damien bellows. “IT’S BLOODY WELL ME! I STOPPED TIME!”

Luck smiles smugly, “Bullshit.”

Damien’s brow conclaves into itself, and stares deathly at him. “Why the NOT can’t it be me?”

“B-Because well, you’re you!” he says.

Damien’s face twists up with rage as the very sky turns black. “DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHO I AM!” he screams as lightning plows from the skies and strikes the ground around then. “DO YOU…” and then Damien stops in his tracks and the skies clear as quickly as they darkened, and he stands before the quivering Luke with rosy red cheeks. “I-I-I’m sorry, I totally forget myself sometimes. You get used to people KNOWING who YOU are regardless of the clothes you wear, and you forget sometimes that not everyone can see your TRUE form,” he says as he unzips Damien like a suit, and steps out in all his glowing glory.

“O-Oh m-my G-G-G-God,” Luke stammers as he falls to his knees.

“Close enough,” Damien says with a wry smile upon his blackened lips.

***

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Bray drips to his knees and stretches his arms out wide as he arches his head backwards peering into the sky with eyes wild.

“You call me home while I cannot be found, yet I see the doorway that should not be. Forsake a pathway beneath the sin, yet I regret nothing, slender hands around my flesh, thrusting upwards, my seed is planted in the moistness of thy lips,” he snarls with a wicked smile as he casts his deranged vision back to the bloody face of Sharon and Ikisa. “Harlots one and all, the devils work done and won, my sin aplenty, my beanies none.” he gyrates as he forces himself to his feet tall while still holding his arms out. His nakedness now fully on display, as his wasted seed drips from the end of his flaccid cock.

“You fornicate without purpose, yet expect an army to surround you, what do you want from life if it is not to further your gene pools existence?” Heart prods as he looks down into the pit with stoic presence.

Bray smiles and spins around as he slaps his hairy bare bosom. “You stand up there with a mouth dirty as sin, afraid to venture down because of what I would put in, maggot of virtue, prince of bed wetting liars, come down here and taste me, I’ll be gentle I promise,” he retorts with a wicked grin upon his lips.

Heart points a thrusting finger towards him. “I will not grant you favour, and I will not be dragged into this ridiculous game. When dawn makes its mark on the area, you will be put to death. So run while you can gingerbread man, for running is all you ha…” he doesn’t get to finishing his words of larceny as a blade cuts his arm from his shoulder, as it drops into the pit below. Heart finds no scream able to escape his frozen throat as he moves his gaze from the jets of red that shoot from his arm to that of his attacker. His mouth drops open and his eyes widen as he locks eyes with his son Jacob.

“M-M-My s-son w-what have you done?” he stammers.

“I have done what must be done, for the betterment of my child,” Jacob says as Heart’s eyes move from his son’s eyes and down to his engorged stomach.

“The seed planted in the many and the more, the fathers and sons, the mothers and daughters, the sin and the sun, I am more and I am wonderful.” Bray says proudly as he slaps his bosom once more, while his other hand strokes his erect penis.

“M-M-May whatever d-devil hold j-judgment over y-y-you, s-see you in-unworthy w-w-when yo-your to…” he doesn’t get to finish his words as Jacob slices the blade through his neck, separating his head from his shoulders. The world spins violently as his head tumbles into the pit, followed quickly by his decapitated body. And as the darkness creeps in to drag him away he is pulled high into the air by the cackling Bray, before he thrusts his cock into Heart’s mouth. 

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“Well I’ll be hogtied, it’s Danny Long Legs!” he says as a twinkle glimmers in his eyes and a soft smile draws itself across his wrinkled lips as he looks over the photograph that Clare passed him.

“D-D-Danny Long Legs?”

“Yup! We used to sing songs about him when we were kids, not that D-Danny Long Legs w-was his real name, it’s just what we called him back in the day on account of his long legs.” Harry says as he hands the photo back to Marilyn with a shaking hand. “To be true I don’t think I ever knew his real name, but he can’t be your guy because Danny’d be dead by now, so I’m sorry you made the trip all the way up here.”

Clare looks down at the photo and bites her bottom lip, then looks up at Harry once again. “What if I told you this photo was taken last week.”

Harry looks at her a chuckles softly, “I’d still say it’s not Danny, he looked like that when I was a kid, so maybe he’s a grand child, or some close cousin, but there’s no way it’d be Danny for that to be him, he’d need to be at least a hundred and fifty years old, and lady time I heard that’s impossible, not looking like that anyway.”

“B-But what if it was him, what he was even older than one-hundred and fifty years, or even two-hundred! What then?”

“Then I’d be telling you that you’re the one that needs to be in one of these places instead of me.” he scoffs as he thrusts a thumb over his shoulder with a playful wink.

“T-Tell me about the song you used to s-sing as a k-kid?” she asks nervously.

“It was just a song, the kind kids sing to make fun of other kids.” he grunts as he forces himself to his feet uneasily. ”It won’t solve any mysteries for you Clare, it’ll just open new ones, so stop looking for answers in the past, because they ain’t there. Now if you don’t mind, I-I-I, I have to have my afternoon nap, you’ll understand you’re my age,” he says as he turns and shuffles away.

“Danny, Danny, crawling on the wall. Danny, Danny, taller than tall. Danny, Danny, under your bed. Danny, Danny, he’ll make you dead!” Clare coarsely sings off-key. Harry stops in his tracks and slowly turns back to her, his eyes bright and alive once more as they dance with energy.

“I knew he’d come back one day! I-I-I, I told Duncan, I told him that he was just sleeping, that he wasn’t really dead.” Harry says excitedly as he scrambles back and snatches the photo from her hands. “Was this taken down at the old mill, or at the toy factory?”

She stares at him for a few moments, almost dumb founded by the questions as her bottom lip trembles and her gaze moves past him.

He slaps her across the arm with the photo, “Come on girl, don’t come all this way and get my hopes up just to clam up in the end game. Where is the devil?”

“I-I-I, I never sh-should’ve c-come, I-I-I, I led him to you,” she says as she looks at Harry, terror written across her face. “T-T-The so-song, I-it wasn’t the k-kids who sang it, w-was it?” she asks nervously, but she needed wait for Harry to answer as the light flicker and a raspy voice starts singing. “Danny, Danny, crawling on the wall. Danny, Danny, taller than tall. Danny, Danny, under your bed. Danny, Danny, he’ll make you dead!”

***

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“And they say to this day, in the dead of night when the moon is at its highest peak, you can still here his cries, and some have even told stories of meetings made between them and the Baron himself,” Stolzen says with a wry smile across his lips, as he looks around the campfire at the others, until his eyes fall upon as set his is unfamiliar with. He pulls his head back and twists his jaw in contemplation.

“A charming story I must say, but you left out so many juicy pieces of the overall puzzle that what you hold before us is a bland colourless version instead of the utopia we sought and were promised,” the man says with a stony gaze, and chiseled jaw.

Stolzen laughs nervously as he breaks out in a cold sweat, “Y-Y-You come for t-the smile b-but e-end up staying f-f-for the r-r-roast beef.” he stammers as he looks around at the sea of eyes that stare towards the interloper with curious intent .

“I’m not going to even pretend to understand what you just said, as it makes little to no sense on any level. All I will say on any matter that is left to discuss is how epic this all feels, and poignant it seems that you were to discuss such fancifully things while introducing everyone to my land.” he says with a confidence that oozes from each word.

“T-T-This land b-belong to no one, and th-the stories I j-just told are on-onl…” his words find themselves lost in his throat as the stranger smiles broadly seconds before the campfire is swallowed by the very ground itself.

“This land, is MY LAND! AND MY REACH IS FAR GRANDER THAN THAT OF STORIES, FOR I AM THE HYRDA AND THE OMEGA!” he roars as the very earth beneath them trembles while the others scream in terror.

Stolzen thrusts himself quickly to his feet a pulls his revolver free as week as a torch, shining it to where the strange sat moments ago, only to now find the bloody corpse of one of his men. He arches up and forwards, sweeping the area before him with the torches light, passing over body after body of his soldiers until he finally comes to a stop upon the huddled mass of the stranger as he crouched over a withering captive. Without a moment of contemplation her squeezes the trigger and drills do shots into the figures back, but it fields no results.

He squeezes again, emptying the remainder of the guns clip into the strangers back, but it still doesn’t persuade him to leave, in fact it only seemed to encourage his attack, as he drops the lifeless corpse and roses slowly to his feet.

As he turns to face Stolzen he wipes the sea of red that is painted across his face, and smiles a mouth full of pointy white teeth while proudly striding towards him.

“The tales tell of so many things, so many deeds done without remorse, so many lives drained away and taken proudly. All these stories and all these deaths, yet you seem to have learnt nothing but ignorance from the source material. No valued piece of information, no nugget of gold that houses my undoing. You are an…” He stops in his tracks as his brow furrows and his lips twitch. “Why do you smile when faced with defeat?” he asks curiously of the smiling Stolzen.

“Because it is you who has underestimated me, for there is no life worth rise of my family, not even my own, especially when it has already began to expire.” he says with a nervous grin as he proudly raises his hand to reveal a dead man’s switch tightly under his grip.

The strangers nose twitches and his eyes open wide with surprise. “I-I-I, I can smell your cancer from here.”

“And I can smell your urine!” he says he releases his grip.

***

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Kiefer blinks several lazy times before his iris dilate in the darkness that grips at his sides. Suddenly his world heaves forward and arches upwards as it begins to spins in an uneasy twisting movement while the silence slowly finds itself drowned out by distorted reverberations of a guitar being strummed. With a whimsical expression on his face, his eyelids fall heavily over his glassy stare as the music sends him comfortably off to sleep, but as a smile softly grows across his lips a sharp note cuts through the peacefulness and his bloodshot eyes shoot open with abject horror.

A woman grips his hand tightly, as he stares in disoriented rage around the room, staring into faces of people he knows he should somehow know, but their names and identities don’t reveal themselves to him.

“K-Kiefer, i-it’s okay, we’re all here for you just like you wanted us to, just like a r-real family,” she says as she looks to the others and then back to him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“W-W-What’s bloody wrong with you!” he scoffs as he pulls his hand away from her, and stares with a twisted nose towards the others. “And w-what the BLOODY HELL a-a-are you all s-staring at! C-Can’t a man die alone in peace?”

She reaches out for him again, trying to grab his hands while he tries in vain to avoid her. “You lost that right long ago old man, haven’t you heard the news?”

“BAH TO THE NEWS!” he bellows as he throws his arms in the air and brushes her hands away once more. “C-Can’t you see the TRUTH! C-Can’t you see through their LIES! I’m already dead, they’re just keeping me alive until I haven’t any strength left to fight the demons away!” he spits with venomous intent, while a thick froth forms in the corners of his mouth.

“P-Please, let u…”

“AWAY WITH YOU!” he bellows.

One of the men launches themselves  to their feet and sticks his chest out as a frown cuts itself across his lips. “SEE! SEE! I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A MISTAKE!” he shouts as he points a thrusting finger towards Kiefer. “I KNEW HE COULDN’T CHANGE, NOT EVEN ON HIS DEATH BED! NOT YOU! SHIT CAN BE COVERED AND BURIED, BUT IT’S STILL FUCKING SHIT!”

“S-SEBASTIAN!” She snaps, as she casts a deathly glance towards him.”Remember why we’re here!” she hisses through clenched teeth as she turns back to Kiefer, and grips his hand tightly once more while Sebastian throws himself back into his seat, gruffly folding his arms across his chest.

“I-I-I, I d-don’t k-know you p-people! W-W-Who in the g-god damn hell are y-you, and why a-are you s-stopping me from DYING!” he says with wide panicked eyes, as Fiona’s grip tightens and a wry grin slowly creeps onto her lips.

“Look harder Kiefer. Look into the eyes of us all, and tell each one of us that you don’t know who we are! Tell us you have forgotten your victims, because we sure as SHIT haven’t forgotten you?” She snarls through rotten teeth.

“F-Fiona?” he stammers as she gently nods her head.

“There you go,” she says smugly.

“B-B-But yo-you can’t be h-here, n-not now, I-I-I, I’m no-not ready to g-go yet.”

“A minute ago you wanted to just die in peace, and now you’re not ready to go, make up your mind!” Sebastian playfully.

“I-I-I, I wanna go back!” Kiefer quips quickly as tears well up in his eyes as he stares around the room at the all too familiar faces. “I DON’T WANNA DIE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” he screams as he suddenly finds himself standing a few feet away from his motionless body as it lies strapped down on the execution table, as the warden fells once more for a pulse.

“Time of death,” the warden says as he looks up at Kiefer and grins. “NOW!” he snarls as everything goes black.

***

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