Tag: Weird

…“NOW, after all this, I give you something special,” Damien says with a wry smile upon his lips, as he looks out over the crowd of stunned onlookers. “I GIVE YOU IGNORANCE TO THE RULE SET FORTH BY HE WHO THOUGHT HE COMMANDED THE VERY SUN ITSELF! I GIVE YOU LIFE!” he spits as he turns back to the pale, blood drench corpse of Rosie, and watches with long lost, eager eyes.

For many silent minutes, the only movement that greets their eyes is the gently dripping of blood. Then the very air itself is electrified with some unseen force and gasps of horror break out across the small crowd, as the pool of blood that has grown beneath her begins to be drawn back in.

“Amazing to watch, isn’t it?” he quips with trembling lips as he looks nervously out across the hushed sea of faces as they stare on in dumbfounded silence.

Further cries of terror scream out as like a distorted animation, Rosie creaks and cracks her way to her feet, while the gaping hole that was tore in her belly heals itself before their eyes.

“WHO WISHES TO BE NEXT!” Damien bellows as he steps proudly in front of Rosie, holding out a bottle of fluorescent blue liquid. “WHO WANTS TO BREAK THE LORDS RULES!”…

….He clenches his bloody hands into weakly bound fists and sneers with a renewed sense of purpose before he thrusts himself proudly to his feet.

“You’ll have to go through me, for I will not allow it!” he hisses through broken jaw.

“I thought we already had,” Sophia purrs cheekily.

“LUCK AND NOTHING MORE! BEST ME AGAIN, I DARE YOU!” he fires back quickly.

“Dare me? How about how DARE YOU!” she spits with a venomous bite. “Once would be luck, twice would be plausible at best, but thrice or more would have more to do with failure of self than it would with luck.”

“I-I-I,” he stammers through trembling lips as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.

“YOU are NOTHING! YOU are FICTION! YOU are in MY way!” she growls with a temper growing in warmth. “NOW! Stand aside, or DIE!”

He swallows a dry mouthful of air and tightens his fists once more. “Then I guess today is as good a day as any to die,” he says as a smile cuts its way across his bloody lips….

….“We here all know who is truly at fault, from the start of the day, to what is now the end. When you look around, you see all the points that HE fractured with the very thrusting of his hands. You see, with eyes open, while HE travelled with eyes closed not only to himself, but to us as well. BUT I SEE! I SEE HIM FOR WHO HE TRULY IS, AND WHAT HE HAS TRULY DONE!” Reginald cries as he thrust a pointed finger towards the gagged and bound Clive while Maria, Sally and Wendy watch on in silent terror.

“He was a wicked man, who played you all for fools,” the pale tall man whispers in Reginald’s ear, while a wicked grin slides across his lips.

“HE WAS A WICKED MAN, WHO PLAYED US ALL FOR FOOLS!” Reginald bellows as his eyes grow wide with venomous rage as he thrust a hand in the air, proudly displaying a ten-inch broad bladed knife. “BUT WE ARE FOOLS NO MORE, FOR TONIGHT WE SHALL CUT THE ROT FROM THIS EARTH!”…

…He looked down at the sea of red that quickly grew beneath him and allowed a muffled laugh to escape his lips before he cast his gaze back up towards her.

“You s-s-s-see, I know s-s-s-s-something y-y-you will n-n-never know,” he stammers weakly through strained lips.

“Well,” she purrs with a graceful pirouette as she dances around the room. “I know your time is done, and my time about to begin.”

“Y-Y-Y-YOU TIME I-I-IS A LIE!” he spits with venomous hatred, forcing his haggard form to its feet. “I-I-I, I BUILT T-T-T-THIS FROM T-T-THE GARBAGE MAN L-L-LEFT BEHIND! T-T-THIS I-I-ISN’T M-M-MINE, I-I-IT I-IS ME!” he bellows as he raises his hands into the air and clenches them into tight fists while the ground beneath them.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she scoffs as she comes to a abrupt halt before him, and beheads him with a powerfully quick stroke….

…The door hisses open and Oliver steps out with anxious trepidation, locking eyes with Dylan and Sophie almost instantly.

“A-A-Are you, y-you?” Sophie stammers nervously.

He pats his own chest and smiles, “I-I-I, I think I am.”

“Told you he’d say that,” a voice says from the other side of the room, as Oliver steps out of the shadows and grins broadly. “FUCKING doppelgangers are always saying that shit.”

“W-W-W-Who t-t-the FUCK is t-t-that?” Oliver says with words lost beneath the next, as he points a trembling finger towards the other Oliver.

“Why, I am Oliver DelGan, millionaire playboy and the last living heir to the DelGan family fortune, which includes four syndicate one-thousand companies, twenty-seven yachts, thirteen jets, four islands, and this stunning replica of the golden gun that Christopher Lee used in the Bond film, The Man with The Golden Gun.” Oliver says smugly as he proudly holds out the pistol for all to see.

“B-B-B-But,” Oliver stammers as he looks over to Dylan and Sophie, then back to his doppelganger. “I-I-I, I’m O-Oliver DelG-G-Gan.”

Oliver smiles and shakes his head, “No Oliver, you are not me.” he says as he raises the gun.

“I-I-If, if I’m n-n-not m-m-me, w-w-who am I?”…

….Peter clutches himself tightly as the cold air cuts through him like a knife and he lets out an uncontrollable shiver. “F-F-F-FUCK Y-Y-YOU C-C-C-CONNER!” he stammers as he forces another step forward through the sea of white, pushing his foot though the snow like a shovel instead of stepping through it.

“There you go again, always blaming others for your misfortune,” Sammy says from up ahead.

“N-N-N-No one a-a-asked for y-y-your opinion.”

“No one ever does, that’s why I always give it whenever I can.”

Peter lets out another body wide shiver as a tremor courses through his body like an earthquake while he continues to plow through the snow with each strained step, casting Sammy a glance of warning as he passes him by.

“W-W-Why don’t y-y-y-you g-g-go rot s-s-s-somewhere,” he hisses through trembling lips.

“Already way ahead of you buddy.”

Peter comes to a stop and slowly turns to Sammy, truly noticing him for the first time in hours, or more importantly the lack of clothing. “A-A-A-Aren’t y-y-you cold?” he asks as he stares wide eyed as he looks over the colourful Hawaiian shirt and quarter length shorts that Sammy is wearing.

“Dead cold,” he says with a broad grin as he raises his martini glass and downs its contents….

…“It wasn’t necessary, and you know that! We only needed to scare the marks, not kill them!” Shawn spits through trembling lips.

“Where would scaring them take us?” Jessica purrs playfully as she lifts herself from the floor as if she were a rag doll on strings. “How would the world see us if we just scared those that had wronged us so? What would be the point of living, if we were the joke, and they were the dream?”

“Is that how you see it? Is that how you rationalise this inside that twisted head of yours?”

“I don’t need to rationalise anything, I am simply answering your question. You are the one seeking answers for questions that are just a waste of air.” she quips with furrowed brow.

“I knew this was a waste of time! I knew you’d find a way to manipulate the outcome to benefit you more than anyone else!”

Her smile grows once more, and she casts a smug gaze in Shawn’s direction. “Then it is yourself who should be held to task, not I.”

“A-Are you seriously t-trying to b-blame me f-for ALL this?” he stutters through trembling lips as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow, stinging his eyes like hot pokers. “You yourself just admitted to knowing prior to this all happening that I would do what I have now done, thus knowingly participating in my actions as if they were your own….”

…He stares across the table and lets out a stuttered breath while gently closing his eye. “Let me get this right, so I can make sure WE,” he says as he gestures towards Fabian and himself. “Me and you, are both on the same page. You’re telling me that because you feel you can’t change anything, you don’t want to part of anything.”

“No, I’m not saying that.”

“Okay, well that’s a FUCKING relief,” he says as he leans back in his chair with a broad smile snaking across his lips while his cheeks glow red with the rush of blood that surges into them. “I thought you were gonna FUCKING quit on me MAN!”

“But I am,” Fabian says quickly, which brings Marc’s face back to a pale stony white, and his smile into a downward spiral.

“W-W-W-What? O-O-Over this?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“I-I-I-I, I d-d-d-don’t understand?” Marc stammers as he stares towards Fabian with a glazed covered eyes that blink like the indicator of a car when one of the adjacent lights have blown.

“That’s because you can’t, you never could, and you never will.” Fabian says as he launches himself to his feet. “You see what you see, with the eyes of a man focused on a prize that makes no sense, that has no relation to what he is doing. While I,” he says as he thumps his chest like a overzealous wrestler attempting to intimidate his ring competitor. “I see the stars for ALL their worth. I see their worlds grow and die. I see what you do not. So no, I’m not leaving because of this ONE THING! I’m leaving because of it ALL!”

“I-I-I, I still d-d-don’t understand. W-W-What does the stars have to d-d-do with this?”

“Everything, and nothing…”

….Kevin places his trembling fingers in the puddle of green liquid while screw up his lips and squeezing his eyes tightly closed.

“H-H-Happy n-n-now!” he hisses through clenched teeth, as he pulls his fingers free, only for them to be pushed back into the puddle, as a hand tightly grips his.

“I WILL SAY WHEN IT IS ENOUGH, NOT YOU! I CHOOSE, FOR I AM CONVOY, AND YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! DO YOU SEE? DO YOU KNOW!?” he spits into his face with words bathed in fire.

“P-P-PLEASE!” Kevil cries as tears stream down his face.

“There are no more pleases or thank yous in my world child, I have no time for petty pleasantries. IN a world falling apart, good manners will not save you, but words, words can give you freedom. So use your worlds and make me see what you see! Use your words and make me feel what you feel! Bring me the mountain, and I will then release you from your pain!”

“Y-Y-You p-promise I-I-I, I’ll be f-f-free?”

“Freer than anyone else in this god forsake world, that you can damn guarantee.” Convoy says with a broad smile wrapping itself across his lips….

….The dashboard flashes violently and the alarm screams overhead in rhythmic duplicity, while Shaun pushes his hands into the side of his head with more desperation than ever before.

“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STOP THIS!” he bellows.

“You don’t, you can’t change what has happened, you can only go with the flow,” Jethro says with a thick layer of smugness spread across each word like sprinkles on a donut as he leans back in his seat and places his legs up on the console.

Shaun sweeps them away as a thick stream of bile spills from his oversaturated mouth. “QUIT FUCKING AROUND AND HELP ME BEFORE WE BOTH END UP A SMEAR OF THE FOOTPATH!” he spits.

“And what will you have me do? What can I assist with?”

“I-I-I, I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! Y-YOU COULD D-DO SOMETHING I-INSTEAD OF FUCKING NOTHING!”

He chuckles lightly, as he pulls a small flask from his jacket and unscrews its lid. “I’ll drink to doing something then,” he says as presses the cannister to his lips and winks at Shaun who sits there watching him drain the entire flasks contents down his gullet with eyes that grow wider with each passing second….

….Cole nervously wipes the sweat from his forehead with a clumsy drag of his arm across his brow, before squinting through the glass scope once more.

“T-T-There’s still nothing there. A-A-Are you sure t-this is where y-y-you saw it?” he stammers.

“Would I lie to you about this lover boy?” Amber purrs into his ear. “You know what they say about virtues and patience.” she says as she wraps a hand around him and plunges it downwards, towards his crotch, grabbing a handful of his semi-hardening member.

He lets out a grunt and tightly closes his eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I told you before WOMAN!” he spits as he pulls himself free of her grip. “Either I FUCK you, or I KILL this THING for you! NOT both, AND NOT TOGETHER!”

She giggles mockingly. “So MANLY! So FIRM! Are you sure I can’t entice you to do one, and then the other?” she purrs as her hands run over him, pulling and tearing at his clothing.

“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WOMAN, QUIT IT!” he roars as he pushes her away and pulls his gaze from the rifles scope. “I CAN’T C-C-C-CONCE-E-E-ENTrate…” his words fumble in his mouth before dying away, while a fresh sea of sweat cascades down his brow as he stares towards the beast that stands before them….