Tag: short stories

…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…

…The light from the television falls away leaving Stuart staring blankly at the empty screen. Seconds pass quickly as they are suddenly minutes, while Stuart’s gaze stays firmly planted on the screen. The silence is soon washed away as gently buzz beings to emit itself from the well inside the screen. A buzz that grows louder and louder with each passing moment. Then as it reaches its crescendo an arm reaches out towards him, and while Stuart’s eyes scream out, his body remains stationary. Some countless moments later a second arm reaches out, and with unseen focus, the hands grip either side of the screen, and a figure pulls himself out and he falls to the floor before Stuart.

His lips tremble and a sea of sweat streams down his face as his eyes terrified, looks down upon the huddles figure. “W-W-W-Wha…” But his words find themselves captured in his throat as the figure stands quickly up, and stands proudly before him. “B-B-Brad?” he stammers in surprise.

“That’s right Stewie, it’s me Brad Pitt, your old mate!” Brad says with a playful wink, and a broad grin.

“B-B-B-But how?” Stuart mumbles as he looks bewilderingly over to the television.

“Let’s not get caught up in the how, and keep ourselves in the now,” Brad says as he moves in the way of Stuart’s gaze, dragging it back to him. “IT’S ME, BRAD PITT! Don’t want to waste THAT worrying about how it is, RIGHT?”…

…“It is such a shame,” Louie sighs as he casts a wayward glance across the barren lands that lay beyond the citadel’s walls, before looking back down to Jacque. “I had hoped we could’ve ruled over these lands as one.”

“BULLSHIT!” he spits through broken bloody teeth. “There was only ever ONE WAY you wanted this to END, and it’s the ending you’ve GOTTEN!”

Louie smiles and throws his head back into the air while laughing loudly. “Bravo my love! Bravo!” he applauds with jovial excitement as he claps his hands together while he looks around the courtyard in a overdramatise fashion. “Where are they? Are they hidden in cow dung, or are they mounted on the backs of the flies that buzz around us?”

Jacques face screws up in confusion and a fresh sea of sweat begins to flow from his bruised and beaten brow. “W-W-What the F-F-FUCK are you t-talking about? What’s m-mounted the b-back of f-f-flies?”

The smile on Louise’s face broadens while his eyes sparkle in the fading light. “The cameras my dear boy! The cameras!”

“W-W-What c-cameras?”

“The ones recording your performance of course! For a performance as good as the one you are putting on would be wasted without a camera to capture it.”…

…As the cage drops over Damon, he swallows a frantic mouthful of dead air. Gripping the barbed metal, he grimaces as the talons cut into his flesh. With panicked desperation he struggles to lift the monstrosity, before a laboured clapping erupts from beyond the hallowed darkness that surrounds the cold foothills was once his family’s proud land.

“A king to his people, is what he asked for,” a haggard voice sings as the decaying form of Barnaby steps into the light around him. “A KING!”

“W-W-W-WHY! WHY DO YOU HAUNT ME SO!” he bellows.

“I am no GHOST! I am a promise given form! I am a piece of paper, signed and sealed. I am a reminder of a memory desperately hidden in the back of oneself, ensuring the deal is fulfilled!”

“BUT IT’S NOT MY DEAL! IT’S NOT MY PROMISE! WHY COME CLAIM THE DIVIDENS FROM ME, WHEN HIS WAS THE BLOOD THAT SEALED YOUR WAGER!” he spits with stomach churning desperation.

Barnaby smiles a mouthful of rotten teeth. “He wagered not just his eternal soul, but that of his linage, and as each generation moves behind the next, I collet what is owed!”

Damon laughs nervously, as his lips quiver. “T-T-T-Then y-y-you’re not h-h-here for me, a-a-as I have n-n-no kin, a-a-and this is j-j-just s-s-some demented warning? T-T-To scare me i-i-in succumbing to y-your will!”

“NO! You have sown your seed, a father you are about to become.”

“W-W-WHAT?” he stammers as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow….

…The glass of the window begins to crystallize as the cold winds freeze everything it touches in place.

Cashion turns with trembling lips and allows his gaze to fall off to the side momentarily, before bringing it back to Becky. “T-T-The worst c-c-chill t-t-this town h-h-has seen in a-a-a hundred a-and t-t-thirty years?” he stammers.

“O-O-One hundred a-a-and t-t-t-thirty-eight, t-t-to be p-p-precise,” she quips back through fevered tongue.

“You are both wrong,” Danielle says proudly as she pushes the doors open and strides into the room while the doors shatter into millions of pieces. “It has been one hundred and forty-seven years to this very day since I last set foot in this wretched town. Fifty-three-thousand, six-hundred and ninety-one long days ago, but who’s counting?” she asks with a jovial laugh, before her face screw up with wretched anger, and she leans in close to Becky. “I AM, THAT’S WHO’S COUNTING!” she bellows as she spins around and stares down towards the petrified Cashion, pointing a boney finger towards the young boy, while licking the saliva from her blue lips with feverish delight. “Y-Y-You are his, a-a-aren’t you? Y-Y-You are a Doogan?”

“N-N-N-No, I-I-I, I’m not a-a-a D-D-Doogan, b-b-but she is! S-S-S-SHE’S A-A-A, A DOOGAN!” he stammers, as he thrusts a trembling finger towards Becky.

Danielle smiles wryly and nods her head, as she casts a wayward glance over to Becky, before turning it back to Cashion. “That she may be boy, that she may be. But you my sweet boy,” she purrs as she runs a cold finger along the side of his cheek. “You are a pure Doogan as the night is long.” she sings as she thrusts her hand into his chest and rips his still beating heart up for his dying eyes to see….

…“I crept upon the sleeping dogs, like daylight does the night. None of them knew I was there until I had my knife in their back, and by then it was too late,” Clyde laments as he grabs his half full stubbie and drains it down his throat before slamming it on the counter. “ANOTHER ROUND!” he roars proudly as he throws a bunch of screwed up dollar bills onto the bar.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Emily purrs as she strokes his chest. “Don’t you think we should get out of here, and find somewhere more private?”

“Pft!” he snots as he grabs the bottle from the bartender before he can pull the cap off, and instead tears it off with his teeth. “Why do we need to find somewhere private? Ain’t here good enough for you?”

She looks around the seedy bar and rolls her eyes before letting out a long-winded sigh. “Not for what I want to do to you,” she says as she gently rubs up against him and grips his groin tightly.

He smiles broadly. “Well FUCK me stupid woman, all you had to do was say so!” he announces as he drains the bottle eagerly as he stumbles to his feet, gripping her tightly in one arm. “I’m looking forward to this,” he slurs.

“So am I,” she says with a wide smile, proudly displaying rows of razor-sharp teeth…

…“I called that classy lady just like you said, and I’ve gotta say she was very thorough!” he says with a broad grin upon his face.

Clive leans over and nudges him in the arm with his elbow. “Nothing like a thorough woman, doing what she does best, is there!”

“Diana sure knew what she was doing, I can tell you that!” he says with a jovial laugh, as Clive pulls away in horror.

“D-D-Did you says Di-Diana?” he stammers nervously as his face drains of blood, and a sea of sweat breaks out on his brow.

“What the fucks wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“A-Are you s-sure she said h-her name was D-Diana?”

“Mate, I won’t ever forget that woman’s name, ever!” he replies, before Clive grips him by the shirt collar and thrust him into the air.

“DID SHE HAVE A BIRTHMARK ON HER RIGHT SHOULDER BLADE IN THE SHAPE OF A CRESCENT MOON?” he spits frantically, while Drew stares dumbfoundingly into his eyes. “FOR GOD SAKE DREW, TELL ME! DID SHE HAVE A B….” But his words stumble away, as he notices Drew’s gaze is far more than that of shock.

“Hello, lover boy,” a woman’s voice purrs from behind him.

“D-D-D-Diana?” he stammers…

….The light flickers violently above them before the glass explodes, sending shards across the room as everything is engulfed in a sea of darkness, followed by many minuets of silence.

“I-I-Is everyone o-o-okay?” Stevie eventually stammers through trembling lips.

“What do YOU define as OKAY?” a displaced voice queries softly.

“W-W-WHO SAID T-T-THAT?” he cries loudly.

“Does it matter who I was, am, or could have been? Should not my question have its own place, devoid of those pesky matters akin to those who judge, and those who do not?”

“W-W-What d-do you want?”

“Nothing but what was promised.” the voice says.

“P-P-Promised? W-W-Who promised you?”

“You did Stevie, you did.”

“I-I-I, I don’t understand? W-W-When?”

“When you were five, you promised me your soul when you were Twenty-Nine, and now here we are, ready to party, and only one place to go.” the voice hisses as a blue flame erupts in the centre of the room and illuminates the demonic entity that stands before him, a snarl across its twisted lips….

….A hole in the sky tears open and a hand larger than ten stories reaches blindly out and grips the side of the tear.

Dwayne shelters himself from the gale force winds with a trembling arm and looks over to Claire with desperate eyes.

“WE HAVE TO HURRY!” he screams. “WE HAVE TO BE AS FAR AWAY FROM HERE AS WE CAN, BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”

“IT IS TOO LATE!” she screams back. “CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S ALMOST HERE!”

Dwayne looks up into the sky, then back down to her, his face washed of colour. “WE STILL HAVE TIME! WE CAN STILL SAVE OURSELVES IF NOTHING ELSE!”

“I ALWAYS SUSPECTED YOU TO BE A FOOL, BUT I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO BE BLIND AS WELL! HE IS HERE, TIME IS NO LONGER OURS TO BE COUNTED!” she cries as the air cracks around them with thunder and lightning while another hand makes its way out of the fissure in space and time, then grips the other side of the tear and begins to force it open wider….

…“We could’ve done more had we been kept in the loop,” Sinclair barks through lips over saturated with spit and cum. “I could’ve given you some leeway when it came to your debts, made you pay them back the old-fashioned way.”

“I’m not letting you touch me, not now, NOT EVER!”

“You say the words, but your body doesn’t hear them,” he says as he nods his gaze towards Vivian’s fully erect member as it pushes forcefully up against his already tight pants.

“I-I-I,” he stammers. “I-I-It’s a nervous r-r-reaction, i-i-it doesn’t mean a-a-anything.”

“BULLSHIT!” Sinclair scoffs with a wry smile across his lips. “You wanna bang, bang, with the man!”

“I-I-I, I DON’T! I-I-I, I JUST GET HARD WITH I’M SCARED!”

“Do I scare you?”

“Y-Y-You FUCKING know you d-d-do!”

“It’s the teeth, isn’t it? My teeth scare you, don’t they?” he says as he smiles a sharp, toothy smile.

His brow furrows, and his lips tremble. “N-NO!” he spits. “It’s n-n-not your F-FUCKING t-teeth! I-I-It’s the fact you’re going to F-FUCKING kill me!”…

…“I doubt any of them really know what happened to the one-armed man, or if he even really existed.” Julian says with a sigh as he grabs tuffs of his hair and pulls them tightly.

“You think they made him up?”

“I think someone did, I just don’t know who.”

“Kelly?”

“Nah, she makes out she’s dumber than she actually is, but that’s because she is in love with Wilkie, and he is the biggest moron in town.”

“I AM NOT!” Wilkie roars as he thrusts himself to his feet and stares furiously into Julian’s eyes before he nods his head and sits back down. “You’re right, you’re right. She’s way smarter than me and plays dumb so I don’t feel like moron.”

“Alice then? Is it her?”

“Alice is a psycho, but she’s not going to make up a crazy killer to cover her own tracks. If she’s killing someone, she’ll take the credit proudly.”

“Well, if that’s the case, it only leaves me, Wilkie and you.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure it’s not me, so it’s got to be one of you two slackers.” Wilkie says with a playful laugh.  

“What if It’s both of us?” Julian asks him, with a wry smile across his lips….

…The tears cascade down his cheeks while he screws his face up in anger, tightly clenching his teeth together. “Purity is a blessing, not a curse! It rewards you, as you bless it. Nothing is for naught!” he spits.

“That doesn’t justify what you did to Susie and the others, they didn’t deserve that!”

“THE RELEASE I GAVE THEM WAS FAR LESS THAN WHAT THEY DESERVED, FOR I SHOWED THEM PITY! I GAVE THEM AN ESCAPE OTHERS WOULD NOT HAVE GIVEN THEM! I, I GAVE FOR THAT WAS WHAT WAS ASKED!” he bellows frantically as he thrusts himself up from the out of the shadows and circles William like a shark would its prey. “You, what care do I have for you, if you challenge me in the church of my lord! What makes you think I will not give you release, as I did the others.”

“Because we both know you can’t,” he says with a grimace painted across his face.

“Just because he’s told me I can’t, doesn’t mean that I WON’T!” he growls as he puffs his naked scarred chest out and shapes up to William. “Your father may hold the highest of roles within the church, but if powers higher than him tell me to send you on forward so they can judge you themselves, I will do that, and I will take pleasure in doing it.”…

…Darrius stands to his feet and grips the knife tightly in his bloody hand and lets out a phlegmy grunt before turning his one good eye onto Sybil.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO KILL YOU, TO MAKE SYRE YOU STAY DEAD!” she screams terrified.

“Y-Y-You can’t k-k-kill something t-that was never alive,” he stammers through lips aquiver as he lunges towards her, grabbing a handful of hair as she tries to run away. She kicks and screams, punching and ripping at his hand as she tries to free herself. He pulls her around and grips her tightly against himself, licking the side of her face with his tongue. “Y-Your fear t-taste better e-e-each time I taste it. I-I-I, I want more,” he slurs as he drives the knifes blade into her stomach and laughs hysterically.

She drives her head back, and sending him stumbling backwards, while she staggers forward slowly, gripping her stomach as a large red stain grows beneath her clothes. “Y-Y-You killed me,” she stammers as she looks up into the mutilated face of Darrius, who smiles a twisted smile.

“I haven’t even started to show you death yet!” he says smugly as he licks the knife’s blade…

…“There is some pain, with the separation.” Gavin says with a broad smile across his lips. “Do you think you can take it?”

“H-H-H-How bad i-i-is it?”

He laughs softly, “How bad is it now?”

“T-T-There isn’t any pain,” he says with starry eyes and a raised eyebrows.

“Not the pain child, how is the symbiosis? Is it everything you feared it to be, or is it everything you wanted?”

“I-I-I, I don’t understand what that’s g-got to d-do with any of this.”

“It’s everything and more. It’s why you’re here, no?”

“N-No, I’m not h-h-here to be rid of t-the beast,” Carlo grunts as sweat drips from his brow.

“Then,” he says as he leans back in his crude throne and cross his legs over each other. “Why are you here, if it is not to be separated from the beast? Are you here to kill me?”

“N-N-No, I-I-I’m not h-h-here to kill you.”

“What about the beast then. Is the beast here to kill me?”

Carlo smiles wryly, “The beast is always hungry.”…