Tag: KILLtober

The Paternity Of A Paradox

“Extinct as well I’m afraid,” Carl says with an uneasy smile as he refills Jefferson’s glass.

His eyes widen and his lips are shaken then stirred by a nervous twitch that run across them while the blood quickly exits his face.  “B-Bullshi..” he doesn’t get to finish his words as Carl strikes him across the face with a hearty slap that adds splashes of colours to his vision.

“I will NOT sit here and have you talk at me like some piece of FILTH! We are human beings, the top of the food chain, the ultimate survivor in perpetual form. Let us not sully these foothills with the tongues of savages long gone.”

Jefferson stares at him with hate filled eyes as he gently rubs his cheek while his tongue finds a freshly tapped river of red that has just opened to occupy itself with, darting in and stealing some of the liquid gold then quickly returning it to the source.

“We cannot all be so high and mighty like you cousin. But take heed and remember, the gutter is from where we all came, and the gutter is where we all eventually fall.”

“The gutters owe us nothing, as do I you. Now be gone, leave my site and return from whence you came before I remove you from the chain permanently.”

Jefferson smiles broadly. “Through what you done, and all you’ve told me of our connection, wouldn’t killing me also wipe you from existence?”

I Played A Pretty Hand

The torch light shines pasts the thousands of decaying eyes that follow their every move, and shakily falls upon a small trickle of water that runs down a corner of the building. Theodore looks at the overly smug Ricardo, and then back to the focal point of the torches light.

“I-I-I, I don’t see it,” he says as he blinks repeatedly, before rubbing his eyes and staring with far more commitment than he know he should be placing in this desperate gamble that shows no fortitude or success.

Ricardo sighs loudly, then thrusts the torch as if it was a stick towards the puddle that has now formed at the base of the wall.

“Are you FUCKING telling me you CAN’T see that FUCKING POND!”

Theodore laughs nervously, gesturing towards the torch’s destination. “That’s hardly a pond Rich, it’s m…” he doesn’t get to finish his sarcastic barrage as Ricardo knocks him to the ground with a powerful left hook.

“WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU TO BE AN ARSE THEO! WE AIN’T GOT MUCH OF ANYTHING RIGHT NOW I’LL ADMIT, BUT WHAT WE DO HAVE IS A FUCKING PLAN! SO YOU CAN EITHER STAND HERE AND CONTINUE BEING A CUNT, OR YOU CAN TAKE MY HAND AND HELP ME TURN THAT LITTLE FUCKING LEAK INTO A TSUNAMI!” Ricardo bellows before holding his hand out for Theodore to take.

Suffocating The Friendly Fire

“JUST BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE A VAGINA, DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T GET A SAY!” Frank screams as he launches himself to his feet and slams a tightly clenched fist into the table top.

Catherine stares at him with a twisted brow of confusion and smirks. “What the FUCK does not having a vagina have to do with what we’re talking about?”

“EVERYTHING!” he snarls.

As she crosses her arms her smile grows and she leans back in her seat. “Honey you’re gonna have to be a WHOLE lot clearer than EVERYTHING, because all I’m hearing right now is that you’re unhappy you don’t have a vagina,” she says as she leans forward. “And sugar, they have a operation that fix that,” she says, each of her words laced with sarcasm.

“Maybe I should, maybe if we both had a vagina you’d stop holding it above my FUCKING head and let me make some decisions around here!”

A stifled laugh escapes her lips as she raises an eyebrow in curiosity. “Are you FUCKING serious?”

“TOO FUCKING RIGHT I AM! EVER SINCE YOU OPENED YOUR LEGS YOU’VE HAD ME AT YOUR BECON WHIM! AND I’VE HAD ENOUGH! ENOUGH!” he screams as he punches the mirror, while her distorted images laughs hysterically.

Make Believe Farming

Harold remains motionless on the floor as the pool of red grows slowly beneath him. His eyes flicker open and at first the world seems fuzzy cold, then it quickly reminds him of his many failures as a sea of pain washes over him like a waterfall. He screams in perpetual agony as he tries valiantly to force himself to his feet, only to collapse back to the ground.

While the minutes cascade in upon themselves he desperately sucks in breath after breath as the situation paints itself in grander colours in his mind. He gasps as his eyes twist and turn, casting his gaze towards her grinning face.

Her grin broadens, and she tilts her head to the side. “Hello cheeky boy, I’d started to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“H-H-How?” he stammers.

Her smile only grows as she laughs loudly. “That would spoil all the fun, wouldn’t it?”

 

A Pot Fit For A Plant

Silas slowly creeps over to Robbie’s side, and flexes his finger like an insect wiggling it’s legs then reaches gently for the bucket, before snatching it from Robbie’s hands.

“Children,” he hisses through clenched lips as he shakes his head in disappointment. “The sprout must be given life through love and nurture, not with violent assaults that leave it near death each and every time you touch it!” he growls then looks over to the withered plant and cups it’s fragile frame in his free hand. “Hush my little one, he knows not what he does.”

“P-Please,” Robbie stammers. “P-P-Please give me another c-chance, I-I-I promise I’ll d-do better this time!”

Silas looks down at him with a screwed up face, before he pulls the plant from the pot and tosses it across the yard, with a thud it hits the dry brick wall, and drops to the ground in a lifeless heap. Robbie’s eyes dart back from the plant and into Silas’s hate filled eyes.

“You will do better, or I will toss you to the side next time,” he hisses as he folds his arms across his chest and stands sternly over Robbie.

A Puzzle Inside A Box Of Riddles

“And then it repeats upon itself, catching him and anyone else who has the misfortune of being stuck in the room in a puerperal loop until the end of existence.” Jonathan says proudly with a broad grin across his face.

“Until the end of existence?”

“Yup,” he says smugly.

“And they can’t break the loop once it’s put into place?”

“Nope, only I can do that, and I won’t.”

“What if someone tries to force you?”

“I won’t yield to someone else’s demands, you should know that by now.”

“What happens when you die, will the loop stop then?”

Jonathan laughs softly. “The loop will continue on forever and beyond. No matter what happens to me, you or the rest of those cattle out there, they will stay lock in the loop.”

“What happens if you get stuck inside the loop yourself, can you break it to escape?”

“I could, if it served a purpose.”

“Would you be able to tell if you were in a loop, or would everything seem, normal?”

Jonathan smiles nervously as he quickly looks around the room, and then back at Price. “Okay buddy, what the hell is going on?” he asks slowly.

“W-W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, have we had this FUCKING conversation BEFORE!”

The blood runs from Price’s face and he looks to the ground nodding his head.

“H-H-HOW MANY TIMES!” Johnathan bellows as he thrusts himself to his feet.

“T-T-Too m-many ti-times,” Price stammers as he looks up at him with tears running down his cheeks.

See The Sphere Shine

Joshua grins wickedly, “You heard me right, the fucking moon is exactly what I said.”

“B-B-But how t-the FUCK are y-you going to, you know,” he says nodding towards the sky. “H-How are you gonna do all that t-to something as b-big as the moon?” Sanford stammers nervously.

Joshua’s grin broadens as it takes a small silver sphere from his pocket and places it on the table between them. “I don’t have to do anything grand, when it is as small a coin.”

Sanford stares at the sphere with a wide-eyed expression while his mouth twitches erratically behind he casts his gaze back up to meet Joshua’s snugness. “B-B-Bullshit!”

“Why don’t you go look for yourself, and then  try telling me I’m lying.”

For several seconds Sanford holds his gaze before scrambling to his feet and rushes to the window, pressing his face against the glass. As he pulls his face away, he glances back at Joshua, and then into the sky once more.

“You’re not funny MOTHERFUCKER!“ he grunts.

“I wasn’t trying to be, for belief is half the job, the rest, the rest is all sleight of hand,” he says as he holds another sphere up for Sanford to see. The two share another silent stare, before he quickly pressed his face against the glass once again.

Thrown Together

“Pleasantries aside Rohan, you need to stop being such a foolish child and tell me what it is you require, for even though I am many things, I am not as gifted in the art of conversation like you, and my brain sadly cannot hold onto the vital remnants of that which is said by others for long periods of time. So be out with what you need to pass over, and let us collide forward in a collision of unison as we join as one modified persona, ridding the world of its insecurities together.”

“What the FUCK does collide forward in a collision of unison mean?”

Mohinder smiles nervously as he slaps his hands together. “Like that! A unison that binds ourselves as one, not only in mind, but in essence as well.”

“I-I, I used to think you were a bit weird, but now I KNOW you’re stark raving  MAD!“

“Mad? Why, because I believe we will be stronger together, than apart? Because I believe one, is grander than two?” Mohinder asks before he smiles broadly. “Let me show you my collider, then maybe you will think differ..”

“FUCK YOU! There is no way in hell I’m getting in something called a collider if it does…” his mouth trembles as his mind desperately tries to find the words he wants to us, but the longer he takes the less ground he makes, so he slaps his hands together in imitation of Mohinder. “If it does that!”

 

Chances Lost And Flown

As he drops to his knees with exhausted flair, the compass tables from his weakening grip, and tumbled to the earth below. He lets out an anguished cry as he fundings himself unmotivated and unable to manoeuvre himself into any form of retaliation.

As the compass hits the ground, the glass case exposes outwards, quickly followed by the arrow arm that was moments ago attached to the centre boss assembly.

He sucks in a breath, and stutters wildly, as it hits the earth again and again, bouncing it’s way away from him until it finally comes to a stop some feet away.

He stares at its remains with a horrified gaze, daring even not to breath. After what seems more like hours than minutes he reaches for it with a trembling hand, only to have it dissolve away before he can reach it.

“NO!” he bellows as his eyes widen with avid desperation, and the colour in his face quickly changes from a mustardy pink to a dull grey in seconds. His eyes buzz within their sockets as he slowly loos over to the grinning William, and repeats his panicked cry.

William’s grin widens, and laughs loudly. “OH YES MY FRIEND, OH YES INDEED!” he scoffs with animated flair.

A Choice New Fab

As he tightens the helmets strap, he lets out a gasp of desperation, locking eyes with the smiling Melinda as he does.

“Why so worried pretty boy, you said this was one of your specialties. If you’re not so confident, talk and we will revisit the feats placed before you. Talk, and we will grant you a boon, or you can make another ridiculous manoeuvre in a long line of ridiculous manoeuvres, and see how you fare.” Melinda says with a sarcastic smile upon her well dressed face.

“I-I-I,” he stammers as he stops and sucks in a desperate breath of air, before adjusting the helmet and tightly screwing up his nose as he clenches his mouth shut. “Just do I,” he snarls as he locks his eyes forward and swallows.

She falls back into her throne like chair and laughs callously. “May you fare better than all those that have gone before you,” she says as she signals for his release, within seconds he is hurtling downwards towards the depths below.

Tick Goes The Clock

“While your question is vastly inappropriate for this time slot,” he says as he gives a nod and a cheeky wink to the camera, before turning his attention back to Sonya. “I find it difficult to give an accurate answer without losing my inner self. So I’ll choose the easiest route to the finish line and say it’s a very slight variation on the classic twist made popular by those in the know, and without a doubt my favourite manoeuvre, kill the children and then the adults. It’s overused I know, but nothing makes a parent more accessible and open than their kid getting killed before their eyes.” Mark says with eyebrows raised and a sly smirk drawn across his lips.

“Although I applaud and appreciate your rationale, a variation on the classic twist would mean it would need to be an actual variation, and if this so called variation is used regularly, it’s not what you would call a variation now is it?” Sonya says with a wicked grin as she brushes her hair away from her face and flutters her eyelids as she casts her gaze towards Derek. “Kill him and I’ll grant you four days.”

Mark’s face drains of all its blood as his lower lip trembles and he darts a desperate glance towards Derek, and then back to Sonya. “W-W-WHAT THE F-FUCK ARE YOU D-DOING!” he screams, only for Sonya’s smile to grow as she doesn’t remove her focus from Derek.

“Tick, tick goes the clock Mister Tomas, decide your fate, before fate decides you.”

Deep Height

“It’s up,” he says with a sly smile, as he nonchalantly casts a quick glance upwards towards the roof and then back to Shawn, winking as he does.

“Do you think this is some type of game?” Shawn asks, ensuring each word is said with its own distinct gravity, before thrusting a closed fist into the table top that separates them.

Patrick allows his eyes to draw back into their sockets, before quivering a smile across his lips and sighing loudly, more for dramatic flair than anything else. “I fully understand that THIS is not a game, but what I fail to understand is why YOU seem to think it is.”

Shawn’s cheeks burst with colour while his jaw gyrates with a nervous twitch, then a broad grin tears itself across his lips. “There is no need to be petty Patrick, life is one big game and we are both fully fledged adults who can assume some moral step above the precipice that is called our lives while digging the proverbial knife into the stomach of mankind.” he says as the blood runs from his cheeks once more and his brow furrows. “But this here, this thing happening between you and me, this is NO game! Now,” he snarls as he holds the bloody pliers up to the light once more. “Left or right?”

Turn Your Scream Into A Whisper

“There’s no place to go BOY! Every avenue you could’ve utilised has been shut DOWN! Every opportunity you had to get gone has been taken AWAY! You’re STUCK like that inevitable piece of corn from six months ago that turns up in your SHIT!” Charlie snarls with a wicked grin as he launches into a wild cackle, then spits a wad of green mucus to the ground in front of him before drawn back another. “So why don’t you come out, and we’ll settle this once and for all, then you can go do whatever the FUCK it is you want, and I’ll go find myself someone new to fool around with, cause you’ve certainly lost your lustre kid.”

“H-H-How c-can I t-trust you?” a nervous voices stammers from out of the darkness.

“You can’t,” he snarls with a coyly raised eyebrow, as his eyes dart around the edges of the darkness before him.

“T-T-Then how c-can I k-know if y-you mean w-what you s-say?”

“By walking FUCKING out here and rolling the dice, or you can just sit there in you hidey-hole and FUCKING wait until I find you. But know this sonny, cause I’ll promise this part right here and now, if I have to come and find you, I’ll rip your BLOODY head off when I DO!”

Desperately Seeking A Palate Cleanse

With an overly dramatic visage he dry heaves several times, loudly declaring for anyone who could not see that he was indeed possibly throwing up. His face quickly screws up as nothing finds it’s way out of his stomach, and he pokes out his tongue in a desperate bid to rid his mouth of the sour taste that currently festers within, but he finds it of no comfort or relief. With wide tear drenched eyes he looks around the room in a panic, while he drags his hands, one after the other, over his tongue in some crazy attempt to try and wipe the taste from his tongue.

“HELP ME!” he bellows as he finally locks eyes with the smug looking Claude.

“Helping you now would cheapen the lesson you’re currently learning, and I am anything but respectable of teaching lessons to those that may one day benefit from the afore mention lesson.”

“F-F-FUCK YOU AND YOUR LESSONS! HELP ME RID MY MOUTH OF THIS FOUL TASTE AND I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO DO!” he screams as he tears at his face with bear like fingers.

Claude’s smile takes on an even deeper sarcastic stance as it slide into a wicked grin. “Yet, there in lies the lesson, choose first not last, and demand less not more.”

Premeditated Perception

The bloody ice pick drops to the floor from Gregor’s hand while he stands silently and watches the sea of red grow beneath Duncan’s crumpled form.

“I-I-I,” he stammered as he looks over to Sarah, and stares wide eyed into hers. “I-I-I,” he stutters once more before shifting his gaze back to Duncan.

“It’s okay,” Sarah says softly as she clutches herself tightly, and bits firmly down on her bottom lip. “I-I, I’ll tell them it was self-defence, I’ll say he attacked me then y-you intervened and he turned his attack towards you, a…” her words catch themselves in her throat as his confused eyes slowly drift up from Duncan’s body and upon her.

“Why?”

“W-W-Why what?”

A nervous smile trickles across his face like water onto a shores edge. “Why tell them a-anything, i-it will not change what has been done, or what must happen next.”

The air falls still and silent between them, and an understanding of a thickening silence that could possibly be cut by a knife conceives itself upon her mind.

“W-W-What has t-to happen next?” she asks nervously.

His smile broadens from ear to ear as he wipes three fingers over each of his cheeks, leaving a thick smearing of blood across them. “Everything,” he scoffs proudly.

Voices Clarified

He squeezes his hand around what he can only presume is it’s throat, hoping to apply enough pressure to cut off the air supply to its lungs, thus then trapping it in a vicelike death grip. As his teeth clench tighter, spot spray from the gaps between them, and he feels a vessel inside his left eye explode. It’s at this point that he begins to cast wayward doubts upon the strength of not only his convictions, but also the strength that is held within the very fibre of his hands.

“What if it doesn’t need to breath?” a familiar voices asks somewhere within the many paths ways of his own brain. “What if this thing doesn’t need to breath, and all you’re doing is tightly squeezing a sexual organ, that could or could not coat you in a sea of alien cum?”

His mouth twitches, and his brow furrows, “IT BREATHES, FOR I HAVE SEEN IT!” he screams as he squeezes tighter, throwing all he can at the abnormal beast that tries to fight its way free.

“You never saw it breath, Phillips saw it, or so he said, and we both know Phillips doesn’t like you one little bit, in fact didn’t he swear to one day have his revenge on you for stealing Lisa away from him?”

His eyes open wide as he feels something sharp dig into his side, and then a sea of pain waged over him unlike anything he has felt before.

A Page Not Read

“Preposterous, you called me here under some story they needed my attention, and I arrive to find the very creation of existence told to me in a comic book that was obviously made for children,” he says gesturing towards the  comic book that sits on the table before him, as he glares angrily back up at Simon. “How STUPID do you think I am?”

Simon grips the back of his neck and kneads it fiercely, as a nervous smile washes across his face and is then quickly replaced by a stoic stare of superiority. “I called you here to watch, to listen, to grown, not to share you opinions or grievances, they are unworthy of what is about to take place, and the comic book as you so elegantly called it, is the prophesied text that will grant you a way into tomorrow if you dare chance the blade of wisdom.” he calls, like a pastor seeing to his flock, the nervous smile once again across his lips as he rocks back and forth.

“I-I-I-I,” he looks back down at the comic book as sweat pours from his brow. “I-I-I, I can’t be-believe, be-because,” he looks back up at Simon. “I-I-If I believe then all this s-shit is true,” he says as he thrusts a pointed hand towards the doorway.

Simon’s smile grows larger, and then into a twisted grin. “Then come,” he says as he holds a hand out towards him, “come and watch the sea swallow itself.”

 

Fanboy Hall Pass

The smile only broadens across his face, as he rolls his head over his neck. “You’re doing it again, running that lying trap of yours like there’s no tomorrow, why don’t you give it a rest and start telling me the FUCKING truth!” he scoffs smugly.

“I-I-I-I, I never li…”

“BULLSHIT!” he screams as he slaps her across the face with an open hand, sending her to the floor in a twisted heap, then thrusts a pointed finger at her with malice. “It was your FUCKING job to lie! You were FUCKING paid to lie to everyone and convince the masses that you’re exactly who you’re telling them you are, even though they know full well that you’re someone completely different from the person you’re making out you are. So don’t FUCKING tell me you never lied, because all these FUCKING awards you’ve won for lying say different!” he says as he gestures towards a small assembly of trophies that sit above her fireplace.

“P-P-P-Please S-S-Steven you’ve g-got…” he grabs her by the hair and pulls her her feet and drive a punch into her stomach, pressing his lips up to her ear. “And to think, you were my hall-FUCKING-pass!”

A Faint Afterthought

A hand gently glides a sponge along the skin, washing water across the pale flesh as it passes, and as the sponge begins to drain the hand squeezes tightly around its fleshly body, then it is immersed in a the a sink full of warm water, and once again dragged over the body in ritualistic manner.

“So young,” the man hisses as he gently brushes the girls hair with a trembling hand. “B-But not too young,” he says with an obvious grin beneath his face mask.

A bell chimes from a room a few doors away, and his looks up at a monitor that hangs from the roof in the corner of the room which displays two women standing at a counter. He grunts with displeasure as he looks back down at the young girls motionless body, then back at to the monitor as the bell chimes again.

“Busy bodies,” he groans, as he places the sponge into the sink and strides toward the doorway as the bell chimes for a third time. “ALRIGHT!” he roars as he turns to flick the rooms light off, but as he casts a wayward glance back towards the cold concrete slab where the girls naked body lies his lower lip begins to tremble uncontrollably as he stares into her sad ghostly eyes.

Flightless Nightlife

The bird squawked loudly once more as it studies Quill with curious eyes, finding the reds that drape over him wonderfully irresistible. It’s head foods as it’s eyes blink, then it squawks once again.

Quill looks to his left, then to his right before bring his drunken gaze back to the bird, sliding down the wall into a spread eagled heap at its base.

“W-W-What do y-you want now BIRD, haven’t you g-given me enough bad luck for one day?” he slurs through numb lips as his eyes dance in their sockets to a silent song.

The bird’s head tilts once more, and it’s eyes blink like shutters on a camera, before it twists all the way around and stares into Jimmy’s smug chops, while the guns he holds in front of him still smokes. The bird squawks twice more then launches itself into the air, just as Jimmy’s lips pucker up, and he pulls this trigger finger in again. The bullet thunders past the bird and into the wall beyond, while the raven drops its sings with purpose and thrusts itself at Jimmy as he pulls back the trigger once more.