Tag: short stories

….He smiles softly as he gently places his hand on David’s and squeezes.

“You must not look inside yourself, for this is not where your strength lies. You must look inside me, and in there you will learn to be.”

David purses his lips and swallows a rough mouthful of stale air. “B-B-But how can I be strong, if my strength is not mine?”

He squeezes his hand tightly, while his smile wraps itself further along his face. “You cannot, for you do not have the ability to, so forget, and use what I have to see you through.”

“I-I-I, I don’t understand. W-W-Why can’t I…” He doesn’t get to finish his words as Marco slaps him across the face with a unforgiving hand.

“YOU DO, OR YOU DO NOT!” Marco spits venomously. “DECIDE!”

“I-I-I, I don’t u-u-understand.” David stammers as tears stream down his cheeks.

“THEN YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!” Marco bellows as he raises his hands high into the air, preparing once more to slap David’s face.

“M-M-Maybe I’m n-n-not meant t-t-to,” David weeps softly, as Marco’s face drops, and his bottom lip quivers.

“Saints present us, for he who does not see is never truly blind, he just cannot see,” he whispers softly….

…His bottom lip trembles with an uncontrollable spasms, and his eyes widen.

“Y-Y-Y-You can’t b-b-be real,” he stammers.

His smile widens and he winks once again. “Of course I can, and of course I am.”

“I-I-I, I’m l-l-losing it, t-t-that’s what’s h-happening. I-I-I, I’ve g-gone completely i-insane.”

His smile widens more. “Come on now fella, we BOTH know you’ve been insane for a long FUCKING time, so don’t use this as some revelation. THIS right here, THIS is REAL, just like ME!”

“I-I-I, I don’t b-believe you.”

“Of course you don’t, you never did before, why would you start now.”

“I-I-I, I need a-a-air. I-I-I, I need to g-g-get away f-f-from here, a-a-a-away from y-y-you.”

He laughs. “Are you listening to the words that are coming out of your guilt-ridden FUCKING mouth? Do you get how insane you sound? The ONLY person in this whole god damn world you can’t escape from is yourself, and I’m pretty FUCKING sure I come under that banner.” he says proudly from the other side of the mirror.

“W-W-Well I-I-I’ll go, I-I-I’ll go somewhere, w-w-where t-t-there aren’t a-a-any mirrors, a-a-and t-t-then I’ll b-be free of y-you as well.” he stammers through overly saturated lips.

“I’ll always be there waiting fella, ain’t nowhere you can hide.” he slurs while tapping his forehead with heavy thrusts of his thumb…

…He breathes a haggard breath before letting his eyes fall upon her bare breast. He feels stirring from someplace deep within who he once thought he was and salivates at the thought of taking her nipple into his lusting mouth and sucking upon it like a child would it’s mothers. His nervous eyes wander upward and cat glance at first of the curving nature of her lips, as she smiles wryly at him.

“You like what you see? Does it excite you?” she purrs as he pulls his eyes away, and shuts his eyes closed with envious desperation. But the pitch black of his own emptiness is not enough, as a soft hand takes delicate grip of his ever-growing manhood and squeezes it tightly. He takes a staggered breath as the black that surrounds him is quickly invaded by the brightly lit glow of her red lips.

“Running into the emptiness like a fool is no way to escape me Sutcliffe, you of all the people in this God forsaken cesspool should know that,” she says broadening her already wide grin…

The darkness grips Jacob by his scrawny throat and tosses him out into the light. He hisses with a spiteful vengeance, and turns a hate filled glance towards Merric, who stands proudly on the hillside overlooking a small rustic town, a smile adorning his chiseled face.

“I was wondering how long it would take, before even the devil himself cast you back into the light of his lords touch.”

“YOU BETRAYED ME!” he roars as he leaps like a wild animal at him, only to find an invisible barrier surrounding Merric from his touch.

“Did you expect anything less?”

“I EXPECTED YOU TO BE HELD BY YOUR WORD!”

Merric laughs softly, as he casts his attention back to the small town below. “But I was, and still am.” he says with a playful wink. “That is why we are here, you and I.”

Jacob’s eyes widen and his mouth trembles. “W-W-W-W-Where a-a-are w-we?” he stammers.

“Why, we’re home.” he says matter-of-factly.

“B-B-B-But t-t-the t-town, i-i-it was b-burnt to t-the ground. H-H-How?” he says as he casts a fevered glance over to Merric once more.

Merric’s smile widens. “Because dear brother, it’s not just a matter of where we are, it’s also a matter of when.”

…“The dirty souls should start paying me for the advice I give, instead of asking for hand outs when life gets too FUCKING hard! I should be the one reaping the rewards, not those who can’t handle their own affairs!” he sits venomously before draining the remaining whisky from its bottle. “And now I have no booze left,” he slurs as he turns to the unusual little man who sits at the other end of the table. “I don’t suppose you have some in that remarkable bag of yours?”

The little man smiles broadly and taps his nose playfully. “As I said before, for a price, I can have anything your heart desires.”

“Well,” he says with a with a smack of his lips and a slap of the table. “You tell me the price, and I’ll pay it, but if the whisky needs to sour, and bloody worth every drop!”

“At this stage of the game, I doubt the taste will really matter to you.”

He slaps the table again, this time with more gusto, and a curl of his lips. “Taste ALWAYS matters, and anyone who doesn’t think so, can’t be trusted! So, I ask the question, can I trust you little fella?”

The little man stares at him with furrowed brow, then he smiles broadly once more, steps down off his seat, picks up his bag and tips his hat forward. “I’m sorry for wasting your time and bid you good day.”

“W-What? B-But you’ve sold me on this magic bag of yours, and all the wonderful things it can do, and now, when I finally take you up on your offer, you refuse to sell it to me! Why! Is it because you can’t back up your lies?”

The little man smiles softly, and looks over the man’s shoulder, then back into his eyes. “You can’t afford what I am selling, because you have already sold your soul to another.”

A chill cascade over the man, filled quickly by a cold sweat. “W-What t-the h-hell are y-you talking a-about?” he stammers nervously.

The little man giggles momentarily, before a smirk rides across his lips. “Hell is indeed what we are talking about,” he jokes.…

…“The owner has control over this vessel, not you! So why don’t you pack your FUCKING bags and get OUT!” Father Garamond spits with a sharp tongue as he proudly holds out a crucified cross and thrusts his other hand, pointed towards the doorway. The meek creature stares at him with terrified eyes, casting a fevered glance over towards its host, before back to the black clad holy figure.

The priests nose twists, and his lips curl as he tightens his grip upon the cross. “YOU DARE IGNORE THE WORD OF GOD ALMIGHTY! YOU DARE REFUSES TO LEAVE! I WILL THRUST YOU INTO THE VERY BOWLS OF HELL ITSELF, WITH MY OWN HANDS!” he bellows as he reaches out and grabs the creature by its ear and lifts it into the air with disgust. “FOUL BEAST YOU WILL G….” But his words come to a halted stop in his throat as he finds himself no longer standing in young Michael’s room, but a disease and decaying alley way.

“W-W-What manner of t-trickery is t-t-this,” he stammers nervously, as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.

“Why, it is no trickery at all dear father, it is but a means to an end,” a voice hisses gleefully from the darkness.

Garamond crosses finger over finger and holds them out in front of me. “THY WILL REPENT BEFORE HE WHO IS THY MAKE!” he spits valiantly. “THY WILL RELEASE THY HOLD ON HER S….” But his words are stolen into cries of agony as his fingers are twisted and broken by the very air itself.…

…Trevor takes his hand from her mouth and takes a staggering step back, as he stares in horror at her motionless form. He casts a fevered look over towards Nancy, who refuses to meet his gaze, and only stares at her sister’s lifeless form aghast.

“I-I-I, I never meant to,” he stammers before tears start freely running down his cheeks. “I-I-I, I just w-wanted h-her to b-be quiet. I-I-I, I just needed a-a, a moment o-of silence, s-so I could concentrate, I-I-I, s-swear,” he sobs as he turns back to Heather and drops to his knees, exhausted.

For several long silent moments he sits quietly sobbing to himself before a hand tightly grips him by the right shoulder and a pair of cold wet lips press up against his ear.

“Quiet enough for ya NOW Trev?” a raspy voice hisses. “Now the BITCH won’t be spoiling anyone else’s day with her cheerleader BULLSHIT! Now you can get some real work done!”

“I-I-I,” Trevor mumbles through trembling lips.

“You WHAT Trev? You can’t BELIEVE how peaceful it is without that BITCH running around, telling you what to do?” the voice purrs I’m his ear. “YOU can’t BELIEVE how quiet the world actually is, without someone constantly in your ear, harping on to you about anything and everything?”

“I-I-I, I never meant t-t-to kill h-her,” he stammers as he looks nervously over to his hideous reflection, who smiles back at him with a disjointed grin. “I-I-I, I swear I-I-I didn’t.”

“Sure Trev, I believe you!” he quips sarcastically with an even broader grin upon his lips…

…Shaun drops the bloody knife to the floor and staggers backwards as the sea of red escapes the cuts that the blade of the knife tore. Pulsating rhythms bounce through his veins, pumping squirt after squirt of the warm thick red liquid that keeps his body moving.

“I see the light and give it a name, I whisper the darkness and call, let me be the servant, and you the master!” he spits with passionate angst, before tearing at his torn flesh with his teeth, ripping the cuts further open to bloodier fanfare.

“Hear me FATHER, for I am yours!” he yells as his eyes roll up into the back of his head and he falls backwards towards the dirty floor below him. But instead of hitting the hard floorboards behind him, he falls into a dark thick sea of endless darkness. His eyes widen with terror, and he tries to scream, but this only allows the liquid to force itself in. Then he finds himself standing alone in a void, staring at his doppelgänger, who grins disturbingly.

“F-F-Farther?” he stammers nervously, the grin upon his duplicate’s lips widen and he nods his head in answer.

“A-A-Am I d-dead?”

His doppelgänger nods once again…

…“Everything I did, I did for YOU! I-I-I, I did for US!” he spits with eyes wild and wide, a thick foam forming in the corners of his mouth. Y-Y-You can’t allow t-those CUNTS t-to get inside your head! T-T-Trying to break us a-apart!”

A tear tumbles down her cheek speedily, dropping from her chin and daring desperately towards the muddy floorboards that they both now stand on. “T-T-They can’t b-b-b-break what isn’t t-t-together,” she stammers as she clutches her own mouth tightly and sobs uncontrollably. He goes to grip her, but she pushes him away with her free hand. “NO! IT’S TO L-LATE, THE T-THINGS YOU’VE DONE, I-I-I, I CAN’T F-F-FORGIVE!” she screams loudly as a sea of saliva and tears fly from her mouth, spraying a wide birth of green spittle around her.

His eyes widen and his hands tremble as he takes a clumsy step backwards, pointing a finger towards her in horror. Then with a twist of his lips, he grips his face and tears wildly at his own flesh, as if he was trying to get at something that was beneath the skins surface. A bemused smile worms its way across her pouted lips, and she winks at him playfully.

“The sea shall follow!” she purrs.…

…“Say it!” Grimm hisses through over saturated lips. “Say it and it will be! Say it and I will give you what you ask!”

The grimace curls upon Fenton’s brow, and he casts a fevered glance over to Sonya a she lies silent on the ground before them. With purpose he casts his gaze back to Grimm, and stands tall, puffing out his chest proudly. “You promise if I give myself, that you will let us swap places, that you will take me instead of her.”

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” he spits with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. “I will give her back, if it means having you! For I would crack the very heavens open, to have your soul as my own!”

“Would you lie?”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said, I’d do almost anything, to get you in my hands.”

“Then how do I know that you’re not lying now?”

Grimm stares at him with wide eyes, as a sea of sweat cascade down his boney brow. “T-That’s not f-fair! You can’t trick me into saying one thing, when you want me to say another! I promise you on whatever I need to, that my deal is real! I’ll send her back, if you say it!”

“Then bring her back now and show me you can interfere with the hands of God. Show me you can do what you say, and I’ll forsake life because of it!”…

…With a callous smile Winthrop releases his grip on the rope and lets Fiona and Emmett tumble perilously to their ill-fated deaths. With a fevered glance he turns back to Claire, who stares at him with tears filled eyes. His lower lip trembles and a sea of sweat pours from his now drenched brow.

“W-W-Why?” she stammers.

“You must understand, we could not have made it with them, they were showing us down, while Amile and her private army grows ever closer to the treasures true resting place.”

“THEY WERE OUR FRIENDS, AND THE FACT YOU’RE JUSTIFYING WHAT YOU JUST DID, SHOWS YOU REALISE HOW WRONG IT FUCKING WAS. YOU SAID THIS WAS DIFFERENT! YOU SAID WE WE’RE JUST! BUT WE AREN’T, WE’RE EXACTLY THE SAME AS AMILE! WE DON’T DESERVE THE TREASURE! YOU DON’T DESERVE THE TREASURE!” she spits through over saturated lips as she clumsily raises her rifle towards Winthrop and loads the chamber. “I-I-I, I wanted to believe in you, but I always knew the devil had your heart.” she says as she squeezes the trigger, while her tears finally escape the lip of her eyelids.

Winthrop’s eyes widen and his heart skips several beats as the bullet explodes from the barrel and cuts its way through the air towards him…

…“You’re Cassandra’s son, aren’t you?” Sal slurs with a quivering smile cascading across his sweat ridden lips.

“Y-Y-You knew my mother?”

Sal laughs boisterously, slapping Simon on the shoulder with an heavy open palm. “Everyone once your mother son , EVERYONE!”

“D-D-Did you know my f-father, B-Bob Shepard?”

The smile fades quickly from his lips, and he stares coldly at Simon. “Bob Shepard is your father?”

“T-T-That’s what M-Mum t-told me.”

Sal’s lips curl, and his brow furrows deep within the cleft between his eyes. “Bob Shepard was human trash, and if you don’t mind my language, a CUNT through and through. I wouldn’t be lying if I told you nothing made me happier than the day he died.”

The blood runs from Simon’s cheeks, as he stares dumbfounded at Sal as his eyes well up with an unspent sea of tears.

“Oh dear, didn’t your dear mother tell you he was dead?”

“S-S-She n-n-never said a-a-anything a-about him, s-she only gave m-me h-his name.”

“Of course she didn’t tell you anything,” Sal says as he grips Simon’s shoulder and kneads it fiercely. “She wouldn’t tell you about that night, she wouldn’t want you to know what happened to that CUNT, and who did it. But lucky for you, I don’t care, because I’m proud we killed that piece of SHIT!”…

…“A-A-ARE YOU I-INSANE? I-I-I, I WAS A-ACQUITTED OF A-A-ANY WRONGDOINGS! I-I-I, I WAS F-FOUND INNOCENT! T-T-T-THIS ISN’T SOME KIND OF B-GRADE MOVIE DETECTIVE, THIS IS REAL LIFE, AND IN REAL L-L-LIFE YOU ARE N-NOT T-T-THE HERO!” he screams through teeth bloody and broken, as he scrambles clumsily through the snow laden forest.

“In the game of life, there is no score tally, there are no heroes or villains, you are either dead or alive!” Hannigan spits as he follows the blood trail Steven has left behind him. “So, even though you may have escaped the arm of the law for your crimes, you won’t escape mine! I’ll find you, you little CUNT, and I’ll bury you out here!”

“T-T-THIS IS RIDICULOUS! Y-YOU’VE L-L-LOST Y-YOUR SENSES! I-I-IF YOU STOP N-NOW, I’LL N-NEVER T-T-TELL ANYONE W-WHAT HA-HAPPENED TODAY! I-I, I P-PROMISE!” he cries as he tucks himself in behind a tree and takes several deep, exhausted breaths. With a hiss of his lips, he gently releases the tight grip he has on his upper arm. The world spins and his eyes widen as a sea of red vomits from the deep cut, quickly he grips it once more. He leans into the tree and sucks in breath after breath, then from the corner of his eye he spies the glowing red trail that shines its way through the crystal white show and leads directly to him. He hears the crack of firm snow beneath heavy feet, and the swooshing of something through the air, and then the pain as the axe thrusts into his chest.

“There you are, CUNT!” Hannigan says with a wide grin across his lips.…

….As the dust settles Polly releases her hold on Julian’s now silent form and stumbles awkwardly to her feet. With distracted eyes she looks out across the carnage, spying several small fires burning carelessly from place to place, while the bodies of her fellow adventures scatter the foreign landscape like candy sprinkles on a cupcake.

She lets out a hiss as she presses the back of her hand against her lips while cupping her stomach with the other, pushing her innards back inside forcefully as they try to escape through the large gash that has been torn across her abdomen.

“P-P-Polly?” a voice weakly calls out from somewhere within the rubble around her.

“BREW!” she cries out as her eyes widen with alarm while she searches the destruction with a renewed urgency, but all too quickly she feels the sloped edge of a blaster poke into her back.

“Sadly not,” Khar hisses through bloody teeth.

“I-I-It had to b-be you, didn’t i-it?”

“You told me yourself I was destined to betray the crew and get everyone killed. I’m just trying to live up to your idea of who I am, mother.” he spits with venomous rage…