Tag: Lies

…“Pink doesn’t suit you, not like the red did,” Sally says with a wry smile across her lips as he thrusts two legs into the air and leans back against Randy’s mutilated corpse.

“You’re just jealous that I can pull off a feminine colour like pink, while you’re stuck flannelette shirts and gumboots!”

“At least I fill out my shirt, not like the flat chested WHORE you wish you could be!”

“Really? NOW! You two are gonna fight about his now?” Chrissy interrupts.

“YES WE ARE!” the two reply in unison.

“SHEESH!” Chrissy spits. “Daddy ain’t gonna be happy when we get back home and he hears about this,” she says before Sally grips her by one of her pigtails and slams her against the wall.

“YOU AIN’T TELLING DADDY SHIT!” she bellows, as her face twists with rage.

“ANNIE! H-H-HELP ME!” Chrissy cries.

“I AIN’T HELPING YOU DO SHIT, NOT IF YOU’RE GONNA BE A BIG FAT DOBBA!” she spits.

“B-B-BUT!”

“BUT NOTHING BITCH!” Sally roars as she grips Chrissy by the throat, pins her to the wall and lifts her a few feet off the ground. “NOW, ARE YOU GONNA BE A GOOD GIRL, OR ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO TELL DADDY THAT YOU PLAYED A LITTLE TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN?”

“Y-Y-Y-You w-w-wouldn’t?” she stammers.

“Wouldn’t we? Are you sure?” Sally spits with wryly. “Annie, tell Chrissy what happened to Pammy, and by that, I mean what really happened.”

Chrissy’s eyes widen with terror as she looks over to the grinning Annie….

…“I never wanted you to be just another one of my victims, but yet here we are, wallowing in a sea of red,” Javier says through trembling lips as he cradles Monica’s pale corpse in his hand, while tears cascade down his face. He gently brushes the dirty hair from her face and strokes her cheek with the back of his bruised and blood-stained hand. He lets out a stuttered sigh as he looks up into the night sky above them, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in before launching himself downward, biting into Monica’s flesh with a jagged row of razor-sharp teeth. For some minutes they remain locked in their embrace, as Javier sucks the life rich blood from her dried, and decaying form.

“Is this how you show love?” Monica hisses.

Javier’s eyes shoot open and he thrusts himself away, letting out a low growl, bearing his teeth like a wild animal as she gets to her feet like a awkwardly animated cartoon character.

Her head twists around, and a wild, broad grin tears itself across her lips. “What’s wrong lover, devil got your tongue?”

“H-H-HOW! I-I-I, I DRAINED YOU DRY! Y-Y-YOU SHOULD BE DUST!” he spits.

“Drained me you did, but not to the last drop, for a sea runs within me, a sea you could never drain alone!” she snarls proudly.

“Then it is fate that I didn’t,” he sings, as a handful of figures scurry from the darkness and surround her….

….Franklin staggers forward several feet, before tumbling forward into the sea of red that has formed from the waterfall that flows from his gut.

“Who would’ve thought that in the end patience WAS a virtue,” Henrique sneers with a muffled laugh as he drops to his knees and takes in several exhausted breaths. “Fifteen years, and all I had to do was wait for you to show yourself for who you really were, instead of searching the cracks and crevices of this dying land.”

“If your words were palatable, I would swallow them whole, yet they are covered in shit and smell worse.” Claudio says with a broad grin across his lips as he crouches in front of the bewildered Henrique.

“H-H-How?”

“A nudge here, a poke there, a little bit of theatrics everywhere, nothing more or less, but that’s all I needed to spin my web.”

“B-B-But if y-you live, t-that m-mean t-t-th…” he stammers as he looks frantically over to Franklin’s form, who’s dead eyes stare towards him in silence.

“That you killed your oldest friend for nought? Why yes, yes I do believe you did.”…

…The ship arches forward as it’s sails are filled with a fierce gust of wind, propelling her forward at speeds once thought impossible. Davy looks over to Shaun with a broad smile across his sun-dried lips, “I TOLD YOU! I KNEW! HOPE IS OURS! THE WIND HAS FINALLY COME TO SAVE US AS SHE PROMISED!” he roars with words drenched in a joy not heard from in many days. “Life may still be ours to steal back!”

Shaun smiles halfheartedly, before looking over his shoulder and into the darkness that slowly swallows the world behind them. “Where can we run to that it cannot swallow? This ship will run out of sea eventually, and then what?”

“WE RUN!” Davy bellows with jovial laughter.

“We can’t run forever, can we?”

The red runs dry from Davy’s cheeks, and he looks out across the open sea before them while he gently chews on the strips of flesh that hang from his lips, before he looks over the Shaun with a grim scowl painted across his deep brow. “For sixty-three years I lived a life scared of the day death came for me instead of living the life I SHOULD’VE lived, and now that death has cast its stone in my bucket, all I want is what it stole! So my answer is yes, YES WE FUCKING CAN!” he sneers while giving Shaun a playful wink….

…“Pale in comparison, that is what I said,” Snake hisses through clench jaw.

“Really?” Clive scoffs. “You think you are something I should fear?”

“I think you should count all the bodies that stand against you for what they are, red flags, revolutions, and penance. We are the many, and we are the ONE!” he spits.

“YOU ARE NOTHING!” Clive bellows as he swings the blade of his sword through the air, removing Snake’s head from his body, then with bared teeth turns to the others that kneel before him, their hands hogtied behind them.

“Who wants to be the next to feel my WRATH!” he seethes with fiery spit flying from his lips. “Who, who kneels before me, wishes to challenge my RULE!”

“All, and none,” Snake wheezes behind him, as his decapitated corpse uneasily gets to his feet, while his head slowly regrows from the severed stump.

“W-W-W-What m-manner of s-sorcery is t-this?” he stammers, as he takes a staggered step backwards.

“This is not s-sorcery, t-this is your penance paid in spades!”…

…The light blinks five or six times before glowing as bright as a newborn star, revelling a sea of shadow figures surrounding Damon, with Christoph at the forefront.

“Hello little brother, miss me?” he asks with a swagger Damon had not seen before in his brother.

“I-I-I, I didn’t even realise you w-were gone.”

The smile drops from Christoph’s face, and he stares at his brother with a stony resolve, before he smiles broadly once again. “The old Christoph would’ve let a crude remark like that cut to his very bone, but not I, not the Christoph that stands before you. I laugh,” he says with a well-placed overly loud and deeply sarcastic laugh. “I laugh while you suffer in the SHIT you FUCKING built for yourself.”

“YOU BUILT THIS SHIT, I JUST TOOK IT FROM YOUR DEAD HANDS AND MADE IT INTO SOMETHING BETTER! SOMETHING WORTH FUCKING DYING FOR!” he bellows as he thrusts himself to his feet, sizing himself up to his smiling brother.

“Well then little brother,” Christoph sneers, as the light goes out. “Prepare to die.”…

…Leo smiles broadly and nods his head in rhythmic fashion while pointing a finger towards David. “You almost had me,” he says with jovial jest.

David smiles nervously. “W-W-What gave me away?”

“That FUCKING smile,” he spits as he thrusts his hand into the air. “That FUCKING smarmy arsed smile ain’t the smile of some psycho serial killer, it’s the smile of a prankster looking for some new fool to take advantage of. Well give yourself a round of applause because you almost had me.” Leo says as he pulls a revolver from a holster beneath his jacket, winks playfully at David, before he squeezes the trigger back and removes half his head.

Time slows as David’s head explodes from the impact, sending pieces of skull, flesh and brain flying in all directions while a volcan of red erupts into the sky.

“CAN YOU PLEASE STOP KILLING THEM!” David bellows as he charges into the room and snatches the gun from Leo’s hands. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKE, TO GET THEM TO THIS STAGE?”

Leo squeezes his lips together and grips his jaw between his thumb and forefinger while closing one eye and staring off into the distance with the other. “About three weeks?” he says with a cocky smile and a wink.

“YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!” he screams.

“And your dead!” Leo says as he produces a second pistol from another holster in his jacket, raises it quickly to David’s head and pulls the trigger….

…“Rose coloured glasses don’t always overlook the desperate and unforgivable, they just dress them up in bright coloured flares and some long hair,” Janice sings with a wry smile across her lips, as she dances whimsically around the vacant lot, weaving and dodging, until she finally comes to a stop in front of the kneeling Stuart.

“What say you knight of the light? Do you think the world is ready to see herself for what she truly is?” she purrs, as she caresses his cheek with her blood-soaked hand.

“She is not what you think she is. She is not broken like you.”

She laughs softly. “Like ME? Are you saying I am broken?” she says as she presses a hand against her chest and looks playfully shocked.

“Lady,” he snarls with twisted lips. “You are one FUCKED up piece of work that I can’t even start to put into a category.”

Her smile waivers, then broadens. “Well then my sweet little child, let me help you with that!” she says as she grips him by the side of the head, and tears one of his ears off….

…Gerry clenches his teeth and drives the blade deep into Luke’s stomach, staring deep into his eyes as the life leaks from his stomach.

“Y-Y-You b-b-ba…” But his words are cut short as Gerry pulls the knife free, and drives it back in several more times, then once his thirst is quenched, he lets the lifeless husk drop to the blood-soaked earth below.

“Stolen away, time and places,” he hisses.

“Yet the loop is never complete,” Luke sings with sarcastic flair from behind.

“There is no loop, there is only betrayal.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Both, or neither.”

Luke laughs softly. “There cannot be one or neither, there can only be one or the other.”

“In the real world maybe, but when you stepped over that landing, you stepped into my world, where only my rules apply.”

 “Then why am I still standing?”

“Because I see fit to keep you that way, and when I grow tired,” he says with a wide grin across his lips. “And believe me, one day I will, you won’t be standing then.”…

…The light burns through the doorway, and cuts Fabian’s flesh as if it were a knife. He lets out a muffled cry, as he clenches his teeth tightly and casts a fevered glance towards Marcus.

“A-Are you HAPPY!” he spits.

“Happy is a human emotion long since lost to our kind, can’t you JUST let go, and embrace who you truly are?”

“A-And w-what is that? T-THE DEVIL!”

Marcus laughs softly, “There is only room enough in hell for one devil, and I have that role,” he sings with a playful curtsey. “You are the fool who must keep the king entertained.”

“W-What a s-surprise, y-y-you always k…” But his words a torn from his flesh, as the sun’s rays cut through the open doorway and burn his flesh like a hot iron.

“I ALWAYS WHAT?” Marcus bellows venomously, as he grabs Fabian by the back of the skull and forces his face into the sun for several seconds, before pulling it back away. “ALYWAS WHAT YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!”

Fabian lets out a groan lost in the depths of pain, while a wry smile slithers its way across his lips. “M-M-Made you look,” he spits as he grips Marcus and thrusts him into the doorway…