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You walk along the shore, marveling at the fact this island is made completely out of Styrofoam and held together by hemp.
In your wonder, you begin to inspect the hemp ropes which are holding the pieces of Styrofoam together.
In your curiosity you begin to pick at a frayed rope…
And in your stupidity, you've just unraveled the entire island!
Well so much for renting this place, you attempt to paddle your way back to shore on a piece of Styrofoam, but you're eaten by a very large seagull flying overhead.
Fortunately it swallowed you whole, but its digestive juices are going to make quick work of you if you don't do something to escape, so you figure fleeing through its asshole is the best way to do this.
Fighting through the intestinal tract of the seagull to get to the "exit", might sound like a novel idea, but it does have its consequences. First of all you're a mile above the earth and over the water. So assuming you managed to survive the fall out of the bird's rectum, you'd still have to contend with minor problem of drowning and sharks.
Second, you've done quite a bit of damage to the bird itself by crawling around in it; in fact you've ruptured and punctured some vital organs. It's dying and now falling at a terrific speed.
> You stay in the seagull and try to shift its weight towards land
You take a running push up against the seagull's slowly beating heart, killing it instantly, but you knocked it just enough so its body would crash on land.
And it crashes in a spectacular bloody fashion, fortunately you used its liver as a cushion to survive the fall, you remain unharmed and in desperate need of a bath. You head home with 20 hungry cats following close behind. |
You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.
Okay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.
You see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!
You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.
There's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.
Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!
Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says "Generic Gray Building" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.
> You buy the toilet paper! It's the soft kind!
Well last time your Mom went to the supermarket she couldn't find the soft kind. In fact, she never can find it. It's almost like there's a conspiracy and the super markets hide it before she gets there. Either that or she just enjoys torturing you with toilet paper that feels more like sandpaper.
But this isn't about your paranoia, and you manage to find some toilet paper for $5, 1000 rolls of it! You buy it immediately and soon it arrives magically in front of your house. You find out why it was so cheap.
It's wet and USED…
> You keep it, because youre cheap
You really can't see anyone buying your shitty toilet paper; you're still not sure why you wanted to buy it so bad yourself. Perhaps you have toilet training issues, but this isn't about your screwed up childhood, this is about how you wasted your money! Or have you?
Upon closer inspection you realize that this is the genuine toilet paper of Elvis! You can tell by the wiping signature! You sell it back to Graceland for millions! You then proceed to buy up other famous used toilet paper and selling them, making even more millions!
Finally you decide to get out of the business and retire to your bomb shelter on your very own Styrofoam island where you live comfortably for the rest of your life.
And perhaps when you die, YOUR toilet paper will sell for millions. |
Well last time your Mom went to the supermarket she couldn't find the soft kind. In fact, she never can find it. It's almost like there's a conspiracy and the super markets hide it before she gets there. Either that or she just enjoys torturing you with toilet paper that feels more like sandpaper.
But this isn't about your paranoia, and you manage to find some toilet paper for $5, 1000 rolls of it! You buy it immediately and soon it arrives magically in front of your house. You find out why it was so cheap.
It's wet and USED…
> You try to sell it as art
You re-sell it as art. You list it as a great ornamental garden piece. Bio-degradable and good for the soil.
Yeah, you ALMOST believe that yourself. You do get a bid from some idiot though for $350, you figure you've made a large profit already, so you sell.
"Ha Ha! What a sucker!" you think.
Well think again toilet boy, turns out it was more valuable than you thought! It was the same toilet paper used by Elvis the day he died on the toilet! The "idiot" sells it back to Graceland for millions, and spends it on cars, girls and drugs.
You spend your $350 on more used toilet paper in the misguided attempt to get someone else's famous toilet paper, but it turns out to be only Pat Boone's and is worthless. |
You decide to buy more useless shit. You can never have enough, you fuckin' obsessed pack rat.
Okay well some of this shit isn't useless, and might even do you some good. Certain items catch your eye.
You see a car that's made completely out of asbestos! How cool would that be? You could drive through fire and be none the worse for wear! True you rarely go out anymore, but maybe this would be the thing that could do it!
You see a bomb shelter for sale made of xentronium armor. Could be useful in these dangerous times we live in and it'll definitely provide you more protection than the basement.
There's a small island made of Styrofoam in the middle of the ocean. It says it's held together by hemp. While you've never been one for the beaches and sun, you wonder if you could rent it out some how. Maybe movie producers would pay you to use it or something.
Actually perhaps something more practical might be good, there's some toilet paper for sale. You know you always need that!
Finally, you see a building for sale; it doesn't really give a description. It just says "Generic Gray Building" It might be a good thing to invest in since you're getting tired of hearing your Mom's moans of ecstasy at night when she's masturbating with her 400 horse powered vibrator. A place of your own might be in order.
> You buy the building. It's um... Gray
Face it; you don't really have that much of a personality, so instead of buying any one of the more "interesting" items, you decide to get the dull gray building to match your life. Its only $2000 and nobody else wants it, so you get it with relative ease.
Alright! A place of your own, no more having to quickly erase the porn on the computer or explaining to Mom why your pants are off anymore!
After you receive the location, you quickly start packing up your shit. Until you realize you've got a lot of it. Hmmm, you don't really feel like moving it all and you briefly think about selling some of your shit on Ebay, but as usual you can't bear to part with anything. Where else are you gonna get a genuine Hitler Pez dispenser? Or the rare gay version of Star Wars? Or even that picture of you with Boudicca's ghost?
Besides you don't want to waste anymore time on Ebay today. You're in a rare adventurous spirit and really wanna find out what this building's all about. You load up your Mom's car with as much shit as you can and drive to the building's location. It takes you a day to get there, but you finally do it.
You're here at the Gray Building. You're also in the middle of nowhere! You can hear a pack of ravenous wolves in the distance. There's only one door and no windows. Looks pretty ominous actually. Like a place where they'd do a snuff film, or perform secret government experiments.
Well in any case you DO own it, so maybe you should find out!
> You go in the Gray Building
You cautiously enter the building, but not before you take your Limited Edition Red Rider BB Gun with you.
Nothing!
There's absolutely nothing in here! No illegal underground sex club, no "Area 51" like facility. Nothing.
You can't help being slightly disappointed; well at least you don't have to worry though, its big enough to hold all your shit.
You go back to your car and proceed to gather your belongings. You kick the door open and are surprised by what you see!
You see a jungle like area, with a primitive village inside! There ARE some natives roaming around, but they haven't noticed you yet. They may or may not be friendly.
This is fuckin' bizarre to say the least!
> You close the door!
You quickly close the door and try to piece together what the fuck just happened!
You don't have as much time as you like though. Those wolves you heard earlier, must've caught your scent, because there's a pack of them on a nearby hill. The leader is jet black, has red eyes and has gotta be a mutant of some sort because he's got six legs and is fuckin' HUGE!
He sees you and howls an unearthly howl calling his fellows after you.
They'll be upon you soon and you're not gonna make it to your car in time.
> You run into the building
You'd rather take your chances with some natives than these things! At least the primitives were human! (Well you assume they were)
You rush inside and slam the door shut, locking it. The jungle and village are gone, whatever you saw before will remain a mystery because there's no trace of it now.
You wonder if it was some acid flashback you had.
It's possible; you have done the stuff in the past. Maybe this is all just the flashback of a bad trip.
Of course the scratching at the door and inhuman noises outside sound pretty real...
Bad trip or no, there's no point in taking fuckin' chances! You stand in the center of the room and watch the door, as the banging gets more intense.
You prepare yourself, holding your BB Gun at the door and taking out your limited edition Charles Manson butcher Knife.
You stand ready, as the door looks like its going to come off its hinges, but then the noise stops and you hear the wolves padding off.
You breathe a little easier, but only for a moment. You look in utter horror as you see the alpha wolf (That would be the mutant, in case you weren't paying attention earlier) materialize out of one of the corners of the building.
It looks at you with absolute hatred and hunger.
If this IS an acid flashback, it's a REALLY bad one!
> You kill the beast!
You begin to fire, but you BB Gun has absolutely no effect on the thing. It reaches you in no time, but not before you smash it in the face with the gun, breaking it into pieces. This temporarily stuns the beast, which allows you to take your knife and start stabbing the shit out of it. It howls and knocks you to the ground with one paw, reeling back from its bloody wound. It sprints to the other side of the building but looks to be preparing for another assault.
You actually hope it does. You've never felt so alive...
> You get ready for the next assault
Your determination and bravery are admirable. Your intelligence though is questionable!
The beast charges at you and smashes into your body as you attempt to stab it in the eye. You feel your ribs break as this blow knocks you to the ground. You feel completely out of breath. As you gasp for air, the Beast sinks its razor teeth into one of your legs and rips it off, swallowing the limb in one gulp.
You go into shock as you watch blood spraying from your stump. It's just as well because the Beast's next move is biting your head off. |
You begin to fire, but you BB Gun has absolutely no effect on the thing. It reaches you in no time, but not before you smash it in the face with the gun, breaking it into pieces. This temporarily stuns the beast, which allows you to take your knife and start stabbing the shit out of it. It howls and knocks you to the ground with one paw, reeling back from its bloody wound. It sprints to the other side of the building but looks to be preparing for another assault.
You actually hope it does. You've never felt so alive...
> You look for something else to attack it
It occurs to you, you got lucky with the knife, you need to use one the other many objects you brought with you before hell hounds were on your trail.
You hastily look into your pockets for something and find some marbles. You throw them on the ground in the hopes that the Beast will slip up.
The Beast crushes the marbles underfoot as it advances! You just barely manage to dive out of the way, as it tries to plow into you. The Beast cracks its head into the solid concrete wall and emits a painful howl. Now's your chance!
You jump on the back of the Beast and start stabbing it in the back! It howls even more and attempts to get you off of it. You are relentless! You drive the knife in and grab hold of its spine! You pull part of it out! The Beast collapses unable to move, but still wailing. You finish it off by plunging the knife into its black heart.
You're winded, you're hot, you're sweaty and you're covered in blood. And now it appears the other wolves have finally come through the now shattered door. The wolves all seem to whimper as they sense the power of the Beast is now within you. You look at the pack, and YOU are its master now. And you feel the urge to hunt...
You have embarked on a very strange new path. |
You'd rather take your chances with some natives than these things! At least the primitives were human! (Well you assume they were)
You rush inside and slam the door shut, locking it. The jungle and village are gone, whatever you saw before will remain a mystery because there's no trace of it now.
You wonder if it was some acid flashback you had.
It's possible; you have done the stuff in the past. Maybe this is all just the flashback of a bad trip.
Of course the scratching at the door and inhuman noises outside sound pretty real...
Bad trip or no, there's no point in taking fuckin' chances! You stand in the center of the room and watch the door, as the banging gets more intense.
You prepare yourself, holding your BB Gun at the door and taking out your limited edition Charles Manson butcher Knife.
You stand ready, as the door looks like its going to come off its hinges, but then the noise stops and you hear the wolves padding off.
You breathe a little easier, but only for a moment. You look in utter horror as you see the alpha wolf (That would be the mutant, in case you weren't paying attention earlier) materialize out of one of the corners of the building.
It looks at you with absolute hatred and hunger.
If this IS an acid flashback, it's a REALLY bad one!
> You disbelieve! Disbelieve!
You empty your mind, close your eyes and completely disbelieve that this THING could exist as it comes charging at you.
You feel its hot breath hit your face, and expect your death, but nothing happens.
You slowly open your eyes, and there's no sign of the Beast. In fact you're not even in the building anymore. You're by your car.
You hear some wolves howling in the distance.
You look at the Gray building. There's only one door and no windows. Its pretty ominious looking actually. Like a place thed's do snuff films or secret government experiments. You cautiously look in and find nothing. No illegal sex club or "Area 51" like area, you're a bit disappointed actually. You go back to your car and pick up some of your shit to take inside. You open the door and see a primitive jungle and village! You also see some natives, who may or may not be friendly. You close the door and try to figure out what the fuck just happened, you don't have long though. Those wolves you heard earlier must've caught your scent. The leader must be some kind of mutant since he's got red eyes, six legs and is fuckin HUGE! As they decend upon you, you quickly run back into the building and decide to take your chances with the villagers, at least they're human! When you get inside though the village is gone. There's no trace of it. The wolves begin to scratch and howl outside the door. You prepare yourself with your BB Gun and Limited Edition Charles Manson butcher knife. Suddenly the noises stop, but you don't have long to rejoice, as the mutant wolf suddenly materializes from one of the corners of the building!
It looks at you in absolute hatred and hunger.
You empty your mind, close your eyes and completely disbelieve that this THING could exist, as it comes charging at you.
You feel its hot breath hit your face, and expect your death, but nothing happens.
You slowly open your eyes, and there's no sign of the Beast. In fact you're not even in the building anymore. You're by your car.
You hear some wolves howling in the distance... |
You quickly close the door and try to piece together what the fuck just happened!
You don't have as much time as you like though. Those wolves you heard earlier, must've caught your scent, because there's a pack of them on a nearby hill. The leader is jet black, has red eyes and has gotta be a mutant of some sort because he's got six legs and is fuckin' HUGE!
He sees you and howls an unearthly howl calling his fellows after you.
They'll be upon you soon and you're not gonna make it to your car in time.
> You shoot them with your BB Gun
Your BB Gun is NOT a suitable weapon! Especially not against Fenris over there. You manage to run back into the building and decide to take your chances with the village. At least they're human.
You run back inside, but the village and jungle have been replaced by a battlefield. Apparently, you're no longer in the building at all anymore. A mortar shell hits close by, when suddenly you're pulled in by some woman in a fox hole. She asks you what the hell you are doing. Her uniform isn't recognizable; in fact the surroundings are even a little strange looking. The sky's green for one thing.
You attempt to explain yourself, but she doesn't seem too surprised and just hands you a real weapon and mutters something to herself about how the Kragan's time/dimension experiments have fucked everything up. You ask her what's going on, but she says she'll explain everything later if you both get out of your current situation alive. She starts firing at a strange looking creature and tells you to move it. You both run as fast as you can as you see strange looking planes flying overhead which proceed to bomb the hell out of the enemy behind you.
You both dive for cover again as the explosion occurs. The woman surprisingly laughs at all of this. You on the hand are a nervous wreck. She notices this and kisses you.
You don't know what the hell's going on, but this isn't ALL bad. After she's done, she says you have to get moving again. You ask her what that was all about.
"Well you're cute and when you face death all the time, you gotta seize the moment sometimes. Plus I think you need something good to happen to you after walking into that Gray building."
You look surprised; you never got around to telling her that.
"Let me guess, Gray building on Ebay right?"
Looks like you just stepped into something REALLY weird, but at least you got a new girlfriend out of it. |
You cautiously enter the building, but not before you take your Limited Edition Red Rider BB Gun with you.
Nothing!
There's absolutely nothing in here! No illegal underground sex club, no "Area 51" like facility. Nothing.
You can't help being slightly disappointed; well at least you don't have to worry though, its big enough to hold all your shit.
You go back to your car and proceed to gather your belongings. You kick the door open and are surprised by what you see!
You see a jungle like area, with a primitive village inside! There ARE some natives roaming around, but they haven't noticed you yet. They may or may not be friendly.
This is fuckin' bizarre to say the least!
> You enter the village
You enter the village, taking your BB gun with you and some of your other stuff.
The villagers see you, but don't attack. They're more curious than anything, especially with all the wonderful things you're carrying, suddenly you got a million hands grabbing at you.
You let them take the stuff, which they seem pretty pleased about. They give you some precious gems in return! You tell them, you have more gifts for them. You run out to your car, get more stuff and give it to them. This earns you more gems AND a chance to sleep with the chieftain's twin bisexual daughters!
You fuckin' rule!
In fact you rule so much, they think of you as some kind of god. This isn't as fortunate as you might think...
It seems they want to EAT you, and become one with their god. They believe since you are a supernatural being, killing your body will be of minor consequence to you. Nothing could be further from the truth!
Grabbing your clothes you begin running butt ass naked through the jungle with the entire tribe chasing you, whooping it up. They think this is a fuckin' test!
> You run!
As you run you attempt to avoid protruding branches that could severely damage your tender bits.
As you get to the shore you trip over a piece of hemp rope. Sonofabitch! This is that Styrofoam Island! As the natives close in, you get an idea to start picking at the hemp rope. It works! You have successfully unraveled the piece that you were standing on from the rest of the island.
The natives shout something at you in an indecipherable language (Which is odd since they were speaking perfect English when you were friends with them) as you make your good escape on the drifting Styrofoam. You put your clothes back on and wait to reach the mainland.
The tribe suffers greatly however. They think they've failed a great test and commit ritualistic mass suicide. |
You enter the village, taking your BB gun with you and some of your other stuff.
The villagers see you, but don't attack. They're more curious than anything, especially with all the wonderful things you're carrying, suddenly you got a million hands grabbing at you.
You let them take the stuff, which they seem pretty pleased about. They give you some precious gems in return! You tell them, you have more gifts for them. You run out to your car, get more stuff and give it to them. This earns you more gems AND a chance to sleep with the chieftain's twin bisexual daughters!
You fuckin' rule!
In fact you rule so much, they think of you as some kind of god. This isn't as fortunate as you might think...
It seems they want to EAT you, and become one with their god. They believe since you are a supernatural being, killing your body will be of minor consequence to you. Nothing could be further from the truth!
Grabbing your clothes you begin running butt ass naked through the jungle with the entire tribe chasing you, whooping it up. They think this is a fuckin' test!
> You attempt to take the tribals out one at a time
Okay Action Hero...
You sneakily lose the tribals by climbing into a tree. As you put your clothes back on, one of the tribals wanders underneath you. Using one arm you reach down and quietly snap his neck with your forearm.
You pick up his knife and hid in some nearby bushes, a couple more tribals show up, you sneakily throw the knife at one of their heads and before he even hits the ground you charge the other and punch him in the throat and then tear out his wind pipe.
You dress up in one of the tribal's clothing in order to pass as one of them. Another one shows up and you begin motioning him over to "Help" your fellow tribals. When he does so, you throw an upper jab ramming his nose into his brain, killing him instantly.
You take his bow and arrows and wipe mud all over yourself. You return to the village and sneak back into the hut you were in and take your Micky Mouse Zippo lighter back and begin running around shooting fire arrows at the huts. The tribals are screaming in terror, as you mercilessly butcher them with their own spears.
Then it happens, the Chieftain appears. He looks upon the carnage you've inflicted upon his village and realizes you are not a god, but a demon! He stands before you and is ready to confront you once and for all.
You clash! The Chieftain is a very good fighter, he lands some very good hits and you'll certainly have some scars after this, but you're the good guy and have no choice but to win. Eventually you manage to stab him through the heart with his own knife.
He dies, but looks upon you with respect of a warrior. You give him the same salute as he passes into next life. He was a worthy opponent.
And to the victor go the spoils, you take both of his daughters over your shoulders, all the gems you can carry and leave the village burning down behind you because you're SUPER FUCKING COOL.
Yep, that sure was a nice last delusional thought before one of tribal's spears plunged into your back as you were trying to get away.
That night the villagers eat their "god" and look up in the heavens wondering if you're looking down at them in approval. |
Face it; you don't really have that much of a personality, so instead of buying any one of the more "interesting" items, you decide to get the dull gray building to match your life. Its only $2000 and nobody else wants it, so you get it with relative ease.
Alright! A place of your own, no more having to quickly erase the porn on the computer or explaining to Mom why your pants are off anymore!
After you receive the location, you quickly start packing up your shit. Until you realize you've got a lot of it. Hmmm, you don't really feel like moving it all and you briefly think about selling some of your shit on Ebay, but as usual you can't bear to part with anything. Where else are you gonna get a genuine Hitler Pez dispenser? Or the rare gay version of Star Wars? Or even that picture of you with Boudicca's ghost?
Besides you don't want to waste anymore time on Ebay today. You're in a rare adventurous spirit and really wanna find out what this building's all about. You load up your Mom's car with as much shit as you can and drive to the building's location. It takes you a day to get there, but you finally do it.
You're here at the Gray Building. You're also in the middle of nowhere! You can hear a pack of ravenous wolves in the distance. There's only one door and no windows. Looks pretty ominous actually. Like a place where they'd do a snuff film, or perform secret government experiments.
Well in any case you DO own it, so maybe you should find out!
> You inspect the outside of the building
You inspect the outside, but there's nothing unusual. It's just concrete, no windows, or other doors at all.
You make your way back to the front of the building and the door is gone! You could've sworn it was right there! You search and search, but to no avail. It's just solid concrete now. You're search more, but you see some wolves up on a nearby hill that look very dangerous, so you decide to leave and come back tomorrow.
When you come back, the entire building is gone! There's no trace of it. You can't figure it out! This WAS the right location. This is very strange. Maybe you made a mistake and need to travel further up the road.
> You travel further up the road
You drive a little further up the road, still nothing. You're about to give up when then you see it again. You see the Grey Building. You guess you just didn't realize it was further than you thought.
The Grey Building stands before you and there's the door, so you can go in if you want.
> You go in the Grey Building
You enter the Grey building and suddenly feel a strike to the back of the head.
"THIS IS MY GREY BUILDING! DIE INTERLOPER!" a voice shouts as you try to get back up. A heavy boot kicks you in the face and everything goes black.
The last thing you hear is a rusty chainsaw.
The last thing you feel is that chainsaw entering your back.
The last thing you think is that this is the GREY Building not the GRAY Building. |
You drive a little further up the road, still nothing. You're about to give up when then you see it again. You see the Grey Building. You guess you just didn't realize it was further than you thought.
The Grey Building stands before you and there's the door, so you can go in if you want.
> You inspect the building again
You walk around the building again, and something isn't right. This is a Grey Building but it isn't your Gray Building.
You can hear shuffling inside, and the clinking of chains. This doesn't seem like a safe place to enter, so you hastily leave and head back home and just say to hell with the whole damn thing. Your life is more important than fucking around with mysterious buildings in the middle of nowhere. |
You inspect the outside, but there's nothing unusual. It's just concrete, no windows, or other doors at all.
You make your way back to the front of the building and the door is gone! You could've sworn it was right there! You search and search, but to no avail. It's just solid concrete now. You're search more, but you see some wolves up on a nearby hill that look very dangerous, so you decide to leave and come back tomorrow.
When you come back, the entire building is gone! There's no trace of it. You can't figure it out! This WAS the right location. This is very strange. Maybe you made a mistake and need to travel further up the road.
> You give up and go back home again
You give up that easily? Well it's your choice I suppose and not too surprising considering you've spent most of your life in your Mom's basement.
You go back home and go back to your safe little world that doesn't require any exploration at all. |
You wake up and dread the fact that you've entered the real world again. The dream world will have to wait until later.
You don't like real world, never have. It's why you like to sleep. It allows you to get away from the reality for a little while. It's also why you prefer to hang out on your computer all night and day.
It's not really because you're afraid of the real world, it's just that you don't have that much interest in it. Sometimes it can be fascinating, but over all you just find it to be involve so much boring tedium that you'd prefer to remove yourself as much as you can from it.
It's also probably why you're over 18 and still living at home.
You're a basement dweller.
Fortunately you're one of the productive ones. You contribute to the household by buying and selling useless shit on Ebay. Unfortunately this is still "work" and as a result, it's a hassle so you probably don't put as much effort as you should into it. In fact you're more inclined to keep the stuff you buy due to your interest in odd things.
Despite your limiting of outside world contact, you can't help but feel like something different is going to happen today. You start daydreaming about possible things that could happen to you until you quickly snap yourself out of it.
As much as you'd like to waste time daydreaming, playing video games or other time wasting activities on the internet, you probably should go to "work."
Well don't just sit there with a thumb up your ass, you gonna buy useless shit, or sell it?
> You sell useless shit
It literally pains you to part with anything being the fuckin' obsessed pack rat you are, but you need to start earning your keep again. The problem is you'll only part with a few things and those things are shit that nobody wants!
You can't believe that nobody would want things like S&M Elmo or Trailer Trash Barbie! And you can't even wrap your mind around the fact that people don't want your used toothpick collection from around the world!
Well it looks like the demand is currently for "Big Objects" and the only two big objects you have that you're willing to part with are your full set elephant bones and your Kudzu plant.
Of course there's always a demand for porn, but you're sort of attached to your collection of that stuff.
> You sell your elephant bones
You get an offer for $15,000 dollars! You take it! Man, what a sucker! You don't feel like wrapping up the bones and shipping them so you tell the guy to pick them up at your house. He said he'll come by with a briefcase of money.
Soon you get a knock on the door. You answer it and a strange looking scientist type appears before you.
"Hello, I'm here for my Elephant Man bones." he says
ELEPHANT MAN? No wonder they sold for so much! This dickhead thought he was buying the remains of a medical curiosity, not that of an actual elephant!
"Hey I think there's been a mistake. It's just a regular elephant buddy. Still, should be good for something in the science field right?"
"What?! This is false advertising! I demand my Elephant Man bones!"
The scientist is very angry, but he doesn't seem to realize that mistake has been made. He thinks that you're holding out on him and trying to renig on the deal. You tell him that the deal's off and he can keep his money if he's so unhappy, but he won't hear any of it, he's demanding that you give him his Elephant Man Bones!
He pulls out a pistol!
> You try to hide
Sensing that you're looking around to hide behind cover, he fires before you can move!
Nothing happens.
Realizing he forgot to put bullets into the thing, he throws the gun at your head, which you easily duck. You grab a nearby lamp and clobber him in the face with it. He goes down like a sack of potatoes.
Seriously, as if you'd really sell the bones of the Elephant Man in your basement!
You take the briefcase of money, drag him out to the curb for the derelicts to have their way with and think nothing more of it. |
You get an offer for $15,000 dollars! You take it! Man, what a sucker! You don't feel like wrapping up the bones and shipping them so you tell the guy to pick them up at your house. He said he'll come by with a briefcase of money.
Soon you get a knock on the door. You answer it and a strange looking scientist type appears before you.
"Hello, I'm here for my Elephant Man bones." he says
ELEPHANT MAN? No wonder they sold for so much! This dickhead thought he was buying the remains of a medical curiosity, not that of an actual elephant!
"Hey I think there's been a mistake. It's just a regular elephant buddy. Still, should be good for something in the science field right?"
"What?! This is false advertising! I demand my Elephant Man bones!"
The scientist is very angry, but he doesn't seem to realize that mistake has been made. He thinks that you're holding out on him and trying to renig on the deal. You tell him that the deal's off and he can keep his money if he's so unhappy, but he won't hear any of it, he's demanding that you give him his Elephant Man Bones!
He pulls out a pistol!
> You kill him! Kill him!
Something in you snaps! You're overcome with panic and solve your problems with violence. You immediately knock the gun out of his hand and choke the life out the scientist, snapping his scrawny neck!
You have to figure out to get rid of the body; Mom doesn't like you leaving a mess. So you decide to chop him up and throw him in a trash bag.
In the middle of your grizzly work, you start to enjoy it. In fact you don't think you're going to get rid of the body at all. In fact you found something much more interesting to collect than useless shit on the internet.
You begin to increase selling things on the internet to attract more people... |
It literally pains you to part with anything being the fuckin' obsessed pack rat you are, but you need to start earning your keep again. The problem is you'll only part with a few things and those things are shit that nobody wants!
You can't believe that nobody would want things like S&M Elmo or Trailer Trash Barbie! And you can't even wrap your mind around the fact that people don't want your used toothpick collection from around the world!
Well it looks like the demand is currently for "Big Objects" and the only two big objects you have that you're willing to part with are your full set elephant bones and your Kudzu plant.
Of course there's always a demand for porn, but you're sort of attached to your collection of that stuff.
> You sell your Kudzu
You get an offer of $500 dollars for the Kudzu that has basically enveloped the house. You take it. You never wanted this stuff in the first place, it just grew out of hand and you couldn't get rid of it.
As you begin wondering how you're going to ship the Kudzu, suddenly something green catches the corner of your eye! It's the Kudzu! It appears that it didn't like the idea of being sold! It begins to crawl at you, and it looks a lot more dangerous than you remember considering it has sharp thorns now.
You grab your Mickey Mouse Zippo lighter and a can of Lounge Lizard Hair Spray and use it as a poor man's flamethrower!
It works! You burn and singe enough of the Kudzu to make it retreat, giving you time to wonder what to do next.
> You jump out the window and escape
As just one man armed only with a lighter and a can of spray can, you decide you cannot stop it yourself. You jump out of your window and run off as the Kudzu begins to grow and eat your neighbors behind you. You eventually hide out in old cabin up north that you family used to go up to when you were little.
While you're hiding out, the horror that you unleashed onto the world that ends up taking the lives of millions. It's eventually stopped, but your name is cursed and you will forever be known as the one who didn't stop the evil when it was small. |
You get an offer of $500 dollars for the Kudzu that has basically enveloped the house. You take it. You never wanted this stuff in the first place, it just grew out of hand and you couldn't get rid of it.
As you begin wondering how you're going to ship the Kudzu, suddenly something green catches the corner of your eye! It's the Kudzu! It appears that it didn't like the idea of being sold! It begins to crawl at you, and it looks a lot more dangerous than you remember considering it has sharp thorns now.
You grab your Mickey Mouse Zippo lighter and a can of Lounge Lizard Hair Spray and use it as a poor man's flamethrower!
It works! You burn and singe enough of the Kudzu to make it retreat, giving you time to wonder what to do next.
> You kill the Kudzu!
You can't let this evil grow! You have to stop it right here and now!
You move forward to attack, burning it as you go. You start setting flammable things on fire and hope to get to the kitchen to turn on the gas and blow it up.
You get to the kitchen and turn on the gas, now all you need to do is escape before the gas hits the flame and explodes in that spectacular fashion like in all those movies you've ever watched.
Well unlike the movies there is no "Dramatic time" (Especially since you were still holding an open flame Zippo lighter in your hand!) and as soon as you turn the gas on the entire house blows up, with you and the Kudzu in it.
You have stopped an evil from attacking the world though, if it's any consolation. Probably not, since nobody ever knew they were in any danger in the first place. |
It literally pains you to part with anything being the fuckin' obsessed pack rat you are, but you need to start earning your keep again. The problem is you'll only part with a few things and those things are shit that nobody wants!
You can't believe that nobody would want things like S&M Elmo or Trailer Trash Barbie! And you can't even wrap your mind around the fact that people don't want your used toothpick collection from around the world!
Well it looks like the demand is currently for "Big Objects" and the only two big objects you have that you're willing to part with are your full set elephant bones and your Kudzu plant.
Of course there's always a demand for porn, but you're sort of attached to your collection of that stuff.
> You wait! You've got naked pictures of your Mom!
We'll save you the embarrassment of WHY you have the pictures in the first place, but after scanning one naked photo of your Mom, it doesn't take long for perverts all across the globe to start bidding for the whole set. The highest bid you've got right now is some guy in Mexico who's offering 10,000!
> You sell!
You sell, send off the pics and receive your money
Unfortunately you forgot to consider the foreign exchange rate!
10,000 Mexican Pesos is only $2.00 in US Currency!
While it's very possible that your Mom won't find out what you did, but there's always the chance she will. And hell, for that amount of money you could've sold naked pictures of yourself!
> You try to buy your Mom's pictures back
Fortunately the Mexican guy is now trying to sell them for a bigger profit, 20,000...unfortunately its US currency. You're fucked. You don't have that sort of money.
So you do the only thing you can do. You steal your Mom's credit card and buy back the pictures.
However there ARE consequences for your actions.
First your Mom finds out about all of this the very next time she tried to use her card. (Which gets cut up)
Second she's wickedly pissed off that you even sold the pictures in the first place let alone the fact that you didn't get squat for them and then put her in SEVERE debt by buying them back.
Third there are some questions about your erm... morality, not to mention your sanity. You basically STOLE her private property which makes you a thief, the fact that you knew the content of the pictures and looked at them, makes you a sicko, the fact that you sold them makes you a sleazeball, and the fact you lost money on the whole deal makes you an idiot!
Your Mom has you committed to the asylum, where you spend the rest of your days, until you cause so much trouble you get lobotomized. |
You sell, send off the pics and receive your money
Unfortunately you forgot to consider the foreign exchange rate!
10,000 Mexican Pesos is only $2.00 in US Currency!
While it's very possible that your Mom won't find out what you did, but there's always the chance she will. And hell, for that amount of money you could've sold naked pictures of yourself!
> You sell naked pictures of yourself
Some gay porno magazine offers you a $2.00 for your naked pics. You accept the offer.
Unfortunately it's a MEXICAN gay porno magazine!
You get a fat nickle!
Well you've made a total of $2.05 from selling your Mom's self respect as well as your own. (Not that you had that much to begin with)
You try not to think too much of it and just hope you Mom never finds out, but as you find out later you should've worried about other things instead.
You and she unknowingly become a point of obsession by a deranged bisexual midget. He eventually gets to the point where his obsession can't be restricted to just images and pictures.
He tracks you both down and somehow manages to ambush your Mom and knock her out cold. You hear the noise from the basement and come up to investigate, where upon the midget knocks you out as well.
He ties you both up and well; it sort of only gets worse from there…
Your images are uploaded one last time through the sick freak's illegal snuff site. |
We'll save you the embarrassment of WHY you have the pictures in the first place, but after scanning one naked photo of your Mom, it doesn't take long for perverts all across the globe to start bidding for the whole set. The highest bid you've got right now is some guy in Mexico who's offering 10,000!
> You hold out for more!
Wise choice! Everyone knows 10,000 in Mexican currency is only $2.00 US currency!
After waiting for a better deal you finally get an offer of $10,000 from some rich lesbian in Hawaii.
Jackpot!
Apparently she also wants to meet your Mom in person.
You know your Mom's been kinda lonely after Dad was killed in that "elephant incident" so you decide to set it up...
And after months of workin', proddin', fixin', and schemin' on your part, your Mom is now a much happier person and so are you having a rich stepmom and all. Now you can go buy that bomb shelter you always wanted. |
Ah the basement. The refuge of all who refuse to move out of the house for whatever reason.
Some of them are dreamers who just can't fit into proper society.
Some of them have potential, but due to personality quirks fame has escaped them.
And finally 99% of them are just downright pathetic losers that just fail at life.
So choose one of these basement dwellers and enjoy the desperation and horror of their tales! You may come to find that they are just like you. In fact chances are, you'll think someone wrote a biography about you!
> The Good Girl (This one's for the ladies! AWWW YEAH!)
You wake up to another day in your sheltered little world.
"Sheltered" is probably a little inaccurate, but you're about as close as you can get in your dysfunctional family.
Your upbringing for you and all your siblings, quite frankly sucked, and it made you very introverted and unmotivated. It's probably why you're over 18 and still living at home.
You're a basement dweller.
However we shouldn't be too hard on you. Your other four siblings are also living at home along with a few other freeloading family members. You just happen to be living in the basement.
Fucked up parenting aside, you actually have potential, if you'd just break out of your shell. You aren't unintelligent. You at least graduated high school, watch the learning/history channel and read weird shit on the internet all day.
You aren't even unattractive, though your mom always drilled it into you and your sisters head that you were always to be "good girls". It only really worked on you though; as a result you've never had a boyfriend. (Or girlfriend for that matter) You don't even have that much contact with the world outside your house anymore. The world's a dangerous place and you feel much safer in your house.
Again, this thinking of yours is misguided as being out of the house of your crazy ass family would probably be a lot safer. Of course you rarely even leave the basement nowadays anyway. Seems like your world is getting smaller with each passing day.
Of course you could do something a little out of the ordinary today and try to change your lot in life.
How about it? Want to give it that old college try? (Even though you never went to college?)
> You sure you'll give it a go
That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you!
Okay so you're feeling uncharacteristically motivated today, that's a start, but where exactly you're going to begin is another question.
Getting a job might be the way to go, but you have no idea what you might be qualified for. You could go to a family member for help or your old friend the internet as usual.
> You ask your older sister Kelly
It's probably not the best pick of all possible choices, but Kelly is the only one who has a real job and constantly working. Surely she'd be in the best position to help you, though even now you're shuddering of what you might have to put up with to gain her help, even if she choices to do so.
Cautiously you head to her room where you find her resting on her bed with her eyes closed.
"Go away Peter! I told you before you're NOT doing a documentary on me!" Kelly says without looking up.
"Uh, it's not Peter, it's me Suzy."
Kelly instantly sits up to take notice of this revelation. She doesn't make a move towards you, but it's obvious she isn't happy about you disturbing her. You haven't been out of the basement for awhile, so you haven't seen here lately, but Kelly is sporting some heavy duty scars and looking a little more muscular than when you last saw.
"You? What the fuck do you want? Get out." Kelly demands
"But I just want to talk to you for a moment about something."
"You deaf or just fucking stupid? Bitch I said get out!"
"But I wanted advice on how to get a job."
"(Snort) You want a job? Little Miss priss wants to get a job? I can't believe I'm hearing this! Ha ha! Do you even have any skills? Shit, you're still a virgin. You probably wouldn't even make a good whore. Just go back to the basement and hide out from the real world. It's what you're best at."
You pause for a moment before answering.
"Why have you always so mean to me? I've never done anything to you."
"Oh no? You were Mom's perfect little angel that did what she was told and never had to do anything more than that. Me? I got nothing, but shit from Mom, just because I wasn't what her so called standard of womanhood was supposed to be. Yet I also had to do most of the work around here as well as look out for you to make sure someone didn't rape your naïve ass. Your mere existence did something to me!"
"Mom was just trying to instill guidelines for how we should behave. She was just looking out for us. What's wrong with that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and following her guidelines has really served you well eh? A complete fucking recluse that can't function on her own."
> You point out her faults
You've had enough of your older sister's abuse, you're going to stand up to her.
"Yeah well at least I'm not some 'roid dyke still whining about how Mom never approved of them."
For a brief moment your sister can't believe that you've actually stood up to her. Perhaps if you'd done that in the past she might've respected you more. However, now she just sees it as a threat to her position and one that needs to be squashed before you get even more uppity.
Kelly springs from the bed and grabs your arm before you can run out her room. When you attempt to fight back, it only makes her angrier. Her next step is to break it in three places and drop kick you in the face. She then takes your battered body, gets on the bed, jumps off it and pile drives you into the floor, breaking your neck instantly. At this point you're already dead, but your sister proceeds to torment your corpse with physical abuse for about fifteen more minutes until she finally realizes she's killed you. |
It's probably not the best pick of all possible choices, but Kelly is the only one who has a real job and constantly working. Surely she'd be in the best position to help you, though even now you're shuddering of what you might have to put up with to gain her help, even if she choices to do so.
Cautiously you head to her room where you find her resting on her bed with her eyes closed.
"Go away Peter! I told you before you're NOT doing a documentary on me!" Kelly says without looking up.
"Uh, it's not Peter, it's me Suzy."
Kelly instantly sits up to take notice of this revelation. She doesn't make a move towards you, but it's obvious she isn't happy about you disturbing her. You haven't been out of the basement for awhile, so you haven't seen here lately, but Kelly is sporting some heavy duty scars and looking a little more muscular than when you last saw.
"You? What the fuck do you want? Get out." Kelly demands
"But I just want to talk to you for a moment about something."
"You deaf or just fucking stupid? Bitch I said get out!"
"But I wanted advice on how to get a job."
"(Snort) You want a job? Little Miss priss wants to get a job? I can't believe I'm hearing this! Ha ha! Do you even have any skills? Shit, you're still a virgin. You probably wouldn't even make a good whore. Just go back to the basement and hide out from the real world. It's what you're best at."
You pause for a moment before answering.
"Why have you always so mean to me? I've never done anything to you."
"Oh no? You were Mom's perfect little angel that did what she was told and never had to do anything more than that. Me? I got nothing, but shit from Mom, just because I wasn't what her so called standard of womanhood was supposed to be. Yet I also had to do most of the work around here as well as look out for you to make sure someone didn't rape your naïve ass. Your mere existence did something to me!"
"Mom was just trying to instill guidelines for how we should behave. She was just looking out for us. What's wrong with that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and following her guidelines has really served you well eh? A complete fucking recluse that can't function on her own."
> You continue to ask for help
Antagonizing her isn't going to help you and you did come to her for advice so you maintain your calm demeanor. You just hope it doesn't result in some sort of physical abuse.
"Kelly I'm just asking you for help since I acknowledge the fact that you have looked out for me in the past. Obviously you're right, Mom's guidelines didn't work out for me since you're so strong and independent and I'm not."
Kelly's eyebrows raise and you almost think she's going to smile. She doesn't, but at least she doesn't seem to be as agitated anymore either.
"Well maybe you HAVE seen the light at last. Took you long enough. (Sigh) Alright I'll help you out, but you have to do what I say exactly because I know what's best. Are you willing to do that?"
"Okay."
"Alright then, let's go." Kelly says as you both begin to walk and talk.
"Where are we going?"
"You said you wanted a job, well I'm going to get you one where I work."
"The roller rink?"
"There? No, I doubt if you'd last five seconds being a roller girl. I was talking about the other job I have down in the warehouse district."
"Um…there? But that's illegal and I don't think I'd be able to fight any better there either."
"Not to fight you airhead. To be a ring girl."
"A ring girl? I don't think I'm pretty enough."
"You always were lacking in confidence. Trust me considering the skeezers I've seen hanging out down there as so called eye candy, you're already ahead of the pack. Besides, the audience is filled with a bunch of drunk testosterone laden idiots, you'll do just fine."
When you get to Kelly's car, you start to panic.
"I dunno if I can do this. Displaying my body for pay. It seems so wrong."
"Oh fuck Suzy, I thought you were trying to change you pathetic status in life! And if you're serious about doing that, you're going to have to get a little dirty. I dunno what you're worried about anyway; I'm going to be there to save your timid ass if things get out of hand as always. Now are you coming or have I been wasting my fucking time?"
Meekishly you enter the car and the pair of you drive off.
You're already nervous about this and when Kelly starts driving in progressively more run down areas, you begin to feel even more so. You attempt to make conversation to keep your mind off things.
"So uh what exactly goes on in these things?"
"Well it's pretty simple. There's a crowd of degenerate gamblers around a ring. Two people enter the ring. They proceed to beat the fuck out of each other until one of them can no longer proceed. People collect their money. The end. It's just like ultimate fighting except there aren't as many professionally skilled people and there aren't as many stupid rules that get in the way."
"I didn't think there were that many women in this sort of thing."
"There aren't. I'm fighting guys most of the time, though one of the few rules they adhere to is a weight class system. So it's not like I'm going against a fucking muscle-bound steroid junkie most of the time. After all it is supposed to be a good show too and they want the matches to at least be somewhat evened out. I'm pretty much accepted now there though. I'm kicked enough balls that they know I'm not one to be fucked with and can handle myself."
You hesitate to ask, but you can't help yourself.
"Do you take steroids?"
"Ha ha ha ha! You sounded like Mom, which I guess isn't surprising. Well since we're getting all sisterly and all I might as well tell you. Yeah, I used to take them, but I stopped since I decided that I'd like to at least remain female even if I wasn't some beauty. I'm probably addicted to pain killers though. Oh well shit happens right?"
"I guess."
Soon Kelly pulls up to an abandoned warehouse. Its pretty deserted now, but you're guessing later on tonight it won't be. A couple of dubious individuals peep their heads out
"Here we are, let me do all the talking."
"What do I do?"
"Just stand there and look pretty as usual."
As you follow Kelly into the warehouse the two men who you saw earlier stand armed as another fatter man comes to greet you both.
"Ah Killer Kelly always a pleasure. You're here very early. I hope you haven't come to convince me that you deserved more money for that last match because I thought we had settled that, disagreement."
"No Steve, that's settled, I'm here about something else. Namely my sister here."
"Oh?" Steve says as he eyes you up and down lustfully, making you very uncomfortable.
"She wants a job and I figured you could help me out, us being friends and all."
"Why of course! But surely this pretty little thing is no fighter is she?"
"No, but I know you're always looking for more ring girls, and well obviously since your tongue is hanging out you believe she qualifies."
"Oh yes, she qualifies, but let's go to my office and discuss this in more detail."
All five of you head towards the office and every instinct in your body is telling you to get out, but then you remember your sister telling you that she'll be looking out for you. She's always been mean, but she's never lied to you.
The office isn't anything unusual and Steve continues talking with Kelly the whole time, until he sits down and begins to address you directly.
"So you willing to walk around a ring holding a card for a few minutes while drunks gawk and scream at you?"
"I guess so."
"You willing to dress in a skimpy outfit that shows off those tits and that ass you've got covered?"
"Uh…yeah."
"You willing to suck my cock?"
"What?"
"I said are you willing to suck my cock darling? Your sister did mention that as a pre-requisite didn't she?"
You look at Kelly in horror.
"Heh, well by that expression, I can see she didn't."
"Kelly! You mean you blew this guy to get this job?"
"Hah! I wouldn't let Kelly near my dick! She's a dyke anyway. No only ring girls get this special privilege. So let's get to it."
Steve starts to unzip his pants while his two goons just smirk. Kelly's expression hasn't changed. She looks as serious as ever.
"Kelly, I don't think I can do this…" you say.
"Oh fuck Suzy what's the fucking problem? So you suck a little dick to get a job, it's not the end of the goddamn world! I told you before; you're going to have to get a little dirty if you want to function in the real world! DO NOT make me look like a fucking asshole right now by backing out!"
You feel so scared, outnumbered and overwhelmed right now.
> Back out
You can't do this. It goes against everything that mom instilled in you. You begin to cry and collapse on the floor in tears.
"Oh geez, she is an emotional one. Oh well nevermind then." Steve says zipping up his pants. "Kelly I'll see you at tonight's show, hope you put on a good one, because combined with your complaining yesterday and wasting my time today, you're not exactly high on my list right now. Get out of here."
Kelly doesn't say anything but she pulls you up by the hair and roughly pulls you back to the car. She's entirely silent during this time, but when she throws you in the car, she lets loose.
"You fucking little bitch! You couldn't help me out once? I told you to trust me, and you can't even do that! When we get home you better just permanently stay in that goddamn basement of yours! Don't EVER ask for my help ever again! Fuck you! Fuck you!" She screams and your cries are stifled when she punches you in the face a couple times before starting up the car.
She continues to berate you and smacks you a few more times whenever you start to cry a little louder. You almost think she's going to dump you in the middle of one the ghettos you're driving through and she does threaten to do so several times, but she never does.
When you get home, Peter and his buddy Kevin are outside filming something irrelevant, but when they see you and Kelly they film her pulling you out of the car, screaming obscenities, and kicking you a few times before driving off. Kevin helps you up and tries to grope you in the process, but you push him away and run back to your room to cry.
You attempted to do something in the real world and were literally beaten and harassed for your efforts. It's apparent to you now that you have no place out there anymore. You follow Kelly's advice this time and vow never to leave the basement ever again. |
Antagonizing her isn't going to help you and you did come to her for advice so you maintain your calm demeanor. You just hope it doesn't result in some sort of physical abuse.
"Kelly I'm just asking you for help since I acknowledge the fact that you have looked out for me in the past. Obviously you're right, Mom's guidelines didn't work out for me since you're so strong and independent and I'm not."
Kelly's eyebrows raise and you almost think she's going to smile. She doesn't, but at least she doesn't seem to be as agitated anymore either.
"Well maybe you HAVE seen the light at last. Took you long enough. (Sigh) Alright I'll help you out, but you have to do what I say exactly because I know what's best. Are you willing to do that?"
"Okay."
"Alright then, let's go." Kelly says as you both begin to walk and talk.
"Where are we going?"
"You said you wanted a job, well I'm going to get you one where I work."
"The roller rink?"
"There? No, I doubt if you'd last five seconds being a roller girl. I was talking about the other job I have down in the warehouse district."
"Um…there? But that's illegal and I don't think I'd be able to fight any better there either."
"Not to fight you airhead. To be a ring girl."
"A ring girl? I don't think I'm pretty enough."
"You always were lacking in confidence. Trust me considering the skeezers I've seen hanging out down there as so called eye candy, you're already ahead of the pack. Besides, the audience is filled with a bunch of drunk testosterone laden idiots, you'll do just fine."
When you get to Kelly's car, you start to panic.
"I dunno if I can do this. Displaying my body for pay. It seems so wrong."
"Oh fuck Suzy, I thought you were trying to change you pathetic status in life! And if you're serious about doing that, you're going to have to get a little dirty. I dunno what you're worried about anyway; I'm going to be there to save your timid ass if things get out of hand as always. Now are you coming or have I been wasting my fucking time?"
Meekishly you enter the car and the pair of you drive off.
You're already nervous about this and when Kelly starts driving in progressively more run down areas, you begin to feel even more so. You attempt to make conversation to keep your mind off things.
"So uh what exactly goes on in these things?"
"Well it's pretty simple. There's a crowd of degenerate gamblers around a ring. Two people enter the ring. They proceed to beat the fuck out of each other until one of them can no longer proceed. People collect their money. The end. It's just like ultimate fighting except there aren't as many professionally skilled people and there aren't as many stupid rules that get in the way."
"I didn't think there were that many women in this sort of thing."
"There aren't. I'm fighting guys most of the time, though one of the few rules they adhere to is a weight class system. So it's not like I'm going against a fucking muscle-bound steroid junkie most of the time. After all it is supposed to be a good show too and they want the matches to at least be somewhat evened out. I'm pretty much accepted now there though. I'm kicked enough balls that they know I'm not one to be fucked with and can handle myself."
You hesitate to ask, but you can't help yourself.
"Do you take steroids?"
"Ha ha ha ha! You sounded like Mom, which I guess isn't surprising. Well since we're getting all sisterly and all I might as well tell you. Yeah, I used to take them, but I stopped since I decided that I'd like to at least remain female even if I wasn't some beauty. I'm probably addicted to pain killers though. Oh well shit happens right?"
"I guess."
Soon Kelly pulls up to an abandoned warehouse. Its pretty deserted now, but you're guessing later on tonight it won't be. A couple of dubious individuals peep their heads out
"Here we are, let me do all the talking."
"What do I do?"
"Just stand there and look pretty as usual."
As you follow Kelly into the warehouse the two men who you saw earlier stand armed as another fatter man comes to greet you both.
"Ah Killer Kelly always a pleasure. You're here very early. I hope you haven't come to convince me that you deserved more money for that last match because I thought we had settled that, disagreement."
"No Steve, that's settled, I'm here about something else. Namely my sister here."
"Oh?" Steve says as he eyes you up and down lustfully, making you very uncomfortable.
"She wants a job and I figured you could help me out, us being friends and all."
"Why of course! But surely this pretty little thing is no fighter is she?"
"No, but I know you're always looking for more ring girls, and well obviously since your tongue is hanging out you believe she qualifies."
"Oh yes, she qualifies, but let's go to my office and discuss this in more detail."
All five of you head towards the office and every instinct in your body is telling you to get out, but then you remember your sister telling you that she'll be looking out for you. She's always been mean, but she's never lied to you.
The office isn't anything unusual and Steve continues talking with Kelly the whole time, until he sits down and begins to address you directly.
"So you willing to walk around a ring holding a card for a few minutes while drunks gawk and scream at you?"
"I guess so."
"You willing to dress in a skimpy outfit that shows off those tits and that ass you've got covered?"
"Uh…yeah."
"You willing to suck my cock?"
"What?"
"I said are you willing to suck my cock darling? Your sister did mention that as a pre-requisite didn't she?"
You look at Kelly in horror.
"Heh, well by that expression, I can see she didn't."
"Kelly! You mean you blew this guy to get this job?"
"Hah! I wouldn't let Kelly near my dick! She's a dyke anyway. No only ring girls get this special privilege. So let's get to it."
Steve starts to unzip his pants while his two goons just smirk. Kelly's expression hasn't changed. She looks as serious as ever.
"Kelly, I don't think I can do this…" you say.
"Oh fuck Suzy what's the fucking problem? So you suck a little dick to get a job, it's not the end of the goddamn world! I told you before; you're going to have to get a little dirty if you want to function in the real world! DO NOT make me look like a fucking asshole right now by backing out!"
You feel so scared, outnumbered and overwhelmed right now.
> You do it
Reluctantly you agree, but definitely not because you want to, but more because you feel scared and pressured right now.
Tearfully you go towards Steve who begins to fondle your breasts and run his hands generally all over your body.
"Oh yeah, you're nice. Don't be scared little darling. Nobody's going to hurt you here."
You get on your knees before Steve who pulls his dick out and begins stroking it, but is getting dismayed by your reluctance. At this point your sister Kelly speaks up.
"Erm, Steve. I think this would go easier for my sister if there wasn't an audience. As you might've noticed she's a bit on the shy side."
"Yes, yes, whatever. All of you get out."
Steve's goons look a bit disappointed, but comply. You sister leaves as well. You could swear she had a grin on her face as she was leaving.
"Alright sweetie, we've wasted enough time, get to work." Steve says and shoves your face in his crotch.
It has to be one of the more awful things you've smelt and it definitely tastes just as bad. You begin to cough.
"Bitch you better not vomit on my dick!" Steve orders, but you're having a very hard time with that order.
Being a virgin, you haven't even done this before. So you're sort of fumbling around a lot. True you've watched porn on the internet out of curiosity and you're attempting to mimic what you remember those ladies (or guys in some cases) did, but you're just not a natural at it seems. Either that or the smell and the entire degrading situation is really distracting you.
Once again Steve begins to get agitated.
"Christ have you ever done this before? Here!" he says and put his hands on your head and push it back and forth himself. You'd probably choke on his dick with this technique if his dick wasn't so small. As it is your head is partially ramming into the flab of his gut, so you're still not getting much air.
Steve continues to violate your mouth and says how much you're a whore and how you enjoy this. You absolutely don't though and the only thing you can do as the salty taste invades your mouth is close your eyes and pretend you're someplace else.
"Swallow you fucking whore!" he shouts in ecstasy and at that point a shot is heard.
"Ack!" Steve shouts as he cums in your mouth. You gasp and gag for air and manage to break free while more cum shoots from his dick and all over your face. You immediately start spitting and throwing up in the corner, still not realizing what has happened.
"Teach you to cheat me, motherfucker. Now where's that safe combination?" you hear your sister say.
You finally look behind you, still hacking up cum and attempting to wipe it off your face along with tears.
"Kelly?"
"Yeah, I'm here. I told you, that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Glad you trusted me." She says as she searches Steve who lies in a slump in his chair and a big hole in his head. "Hah! Knew he had the combo written down, this fucker could never remember anything."
Kelly gleefully proceeds to open the floor safe hidden nearby, though not too hidden since Kelly knew where it was. You on the other hand are still trying to come to grips with what just happened.
"Didn't let any one hurt me?! You let this bastard rape my mouth! And for what?"
"For this! All this lovely loot!" Kelly says thrusting a wad of bills in your face, which you don't like considering that you've had your fill of having anything thrust in your face today. You're beyond fear now and moved on to outrage and anger.
"For money?! You could've just killed him without me!"
"True, but it would've been much harder. He had those bodyguards with him at all times, your distraction was just what I needed."
"Bullshit! You did this to me for your own twisted pleasure!"
"Did I?" your sister smiles. "Maybe. But I also did it for the money and revenge.
"Revenge on me or him?"
"Perhaps both. And I didn't make you do anything. You could've backed out. I would've been pissed of course, but you still could've backed out. So you took a shot in the mouth, so fucking what? I told you before that you were going to have to get a little dirty to make it in the real world. I'm going to give you half of this money for helping me anyway. Buy yourself a box of mouth wash or some shit. Hell the guy's dead now, it's not even like he can brag about it. Here help me with this money."
Not knowing what to do, you comply to your sister's orders again. You and her put it all in a bag and leave, but not before Kelly kicks Steve and his chair over.
"And I'm not a dyke you fucking asshole!" she says.
You pass one of the dead guards on the way back, then another near the exit. They showed no evidence of being shot. You guess that Kelly killed them with her bare hands.
Kelly and you drive off and you begin to ask about the cops or any other criminals that might miss Steve.
"Nah, don't worry about the cops. They'll probably throw a party. Steve's just another dead criminal. No serious investigation. And as for other criminals, they'll probably throw a party too. Nobody's going to miss him. Look, I'm sorry for what happened to you, but you needed a wake up call. You needed to understand that the real world is based on sacrifices. You made a sacrifice and the pay off was bigger than the sacrifice. Wish I could've learned that lesson a lot sooner and quicker instead of putting my body through hell and waking up in pain every morning."
While Kelly's unique "lesson" might have a point, all it makes you feel is violated and used. All her abuse over the years doesn't even compare to this twisted little endeavor. And she wants you to be thankful? Fuck that, and fuck her. You see the gun she used to kill Steve next to her and grab it.
"Suzy what the fuck are you doing?"
"Teaching you a lesson too, that you can't abuse people for years and get away with it!"
Kelly is momentarily surprised, but then reverts back to calmness.
"If you shoot me, you'll have a hell of a time getting back home, with two bags of stolen money, a bloody car and a dead body collapsed on the steering wheel and gas pedal."
"That's why you're pulling over."
"Hah! The hell I am. Nice try, but you didn't think this through. Should've waited until we got home where you wouldn't have been at my mercy as much, though you probably would've lost your nerve if you waited. Maybe just as we got in this car? Oh well doesn't matter you missed your opportunity."
"I'm telling you to pull over now!" you say jamming the gun into her head.
"Ohh, you ARE mad. Never seen this side of you before. Maybe you should've been like this when Steve was shoving his little dick in your mouth. God, that had to be horrible. What a first time for a blow job eh? Well at least his fat ass wasn't laying on top of you. Give it up Suzy. You're not going to kill me. You don't have it in you to take the risk. I'm being understanding right now because you've obviously snapped from the wake up call to reality, but you continue to shove that gun at my head and I'm going to be less understanding. Trust me on that."
> You put the gun away
Kelly's right. Shooting her now wouldn't be a good idea and you put away the gun. The pair of you remain silent for the rest of the trip home and eye each other warily.
When you get home you get out of the car and grab your bag of money from the back seat without another word. Peter and his buddy Kevin are outside filming something irrelevant, but when they see you and Kelly their attention is turned.
"Hey Suzy, whatcha got in the bag?" Kevin says while attempting to touch you. You're in no mood for his antics and you swing the bag of cash into his head. He falls to the ground and you proceed to pistol whip the shit out of him.
"Holy shit! This is great stuff!" Peter says pointing the camera at you.
"Open your fucking mouth you little bitch!" you scream into Kevin's ear. When he complies you start jamming the pistol into his mouth and scream even more at him. The scene you're causing in public makes all the neighbors head inside. Even a couple of the Morningstar clan make haste for their compound.
"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN!" are your last demands to Kevin who is more than willing to capitulate to your threats. You then warn Peter that if he keeps stealing your clothes you're shoving the gun up his ass and pulling the trigger. He backs off as well.
Kelly meanwhile is laughing at you abuse the pair of them.
"See, told you it did you some good. Now try to channel that energy into something more useful. You got a bunch of money now to help you get started." Kelly says before going into the house.
And so you do. With the money you use it to get yourself an apartment and move out that lunatic asylum you used to call home. You also enroll into the local college and get a part time job there.
It's a start of a brand new life for you and it isn't exactly easy, but you're better prepared to handle it now.
And as much as you're loathed to admit it, Kelly was right. |
Reluctantly you agree, but definitely not because you want to, but more because you feel scared and pressured right now.
Tearfully you go towards Steve who begins to fondle your breasts and run his hands generally all over your body.
"Oh yeah, you're nice. Don't be scared little darling. Nobody's going to hurt you here."
You get on your knees before Steve who pulls his dick out and begins stroking it, but is getting dismayed by your reluctance. At this point your sister Kelly speaks up.
"Erm, Steve. I think this would go easier for my sister if there wasn't an audience. As you might've noticed she's a bit on the shy side."
"Yes, yes, whatever. All of you get out."
Steve's goons look a bit disappointed, but comply. You sister leaves as well. You could swear she had a grin on her face as she was leaving.
"Alright sweetie, we've wasted enough time, get to work." Steve says and shoves your face in his crotch.
It has to be one of the more awful things you've smelt and it definitely tastes just as bad. You begin to cough.
"Bitch you better not vomit on my dick!" Steve orders, but you're having a very hard time with that order.
Being a virgin, you haven't even done this before. So you're sort of fumbling around a lot. True you've watched porn on the internet out of curiosity and you're attempting to mimic what you remember those ladies (or guys in some cases) did, but you're just not a natural at it seems. Either that or the smell and the entire degrading situation is really distracting you.
Once again Steve begins to get agitated.
"Christ have you ever done this before? Here!" he says and put his hands on your head and push it back and forth himself. You'd probably choke on his dick with this technique if his dick wasn't so small. As it is your head is partially ramming into the flab of his gut, so you're still not getting much air.
Steve continues to violate your mouth and says how much you're a whore and how you enjoy this. You absolutely don't though and the only thing you can do as the salty taste invades your mouth is close your eyes and pretend you're someplace else.
"Swallow you fucking whore!" he shouts in ecstasy and at that point a shot is heard.
"Ack!" Steve shouts as he cums in your mouth. You gasp and gag for air and manage to break free while more cum shoots from his dick and all over your face. You immediately start spitting and throwing up in the corner, still not realizing what has happened.
"Teach you to cheat me, motherfucker. Now where's that safe combination?" you hear your sister say.
You finally look behind you, still hacking up cum and attempting to wipe it off your face along with tears.
"Kelly?"
"Yeah, I'm here. I told you, that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Glad you trusted me." She says as she searches Steve who lies in a slump in his chair and a big hole in his head. "Hah! Knew he had the combo written down, this fucker could never remember anything."
Kelly gleefully proceeds to open the floor safe hidden nearby, though not too hidden since Kelly knew where it was. You on the other hand are still trying to come to grips with what just happened.
"Didn't let any one hurt me?! You let this bastard rape my mouth! And for what?"
"For this! All this lovely loot!" Kelly says thrusting a wad of bills in your face, which you don't like considering that you've had your fill of having anything thrust in your face today. You're beyond fear now and moved on to outrage and anger.
"For money?! You could've just killed him without me!"
"True, but it would've been much harder. He had those bodyguards with him at all times, your distraction was just what I needed."
"Bullshit! You did this to me for your own twisted pleasure!"
"Did I?" your sister smiles. "Maybe. But I also did it for the money and revenge.
"Revenge on me or him?"
"Perhaps both. And I didn't make you do anything. You could've backed out. I would've been pissed of course, but you still could've backed out. So you took a shot in the mouth, so fucking what? I told you before that you were going to have to get a little dirty to make it in the real world. I'm going to give you half of this money for helping me anyway. Buy yourself a box of mouth wash or some shit. Hell the guy's dead now, it's not even like he can brag about it. Here help me with this money."
Not knowing what to do, you comply to your sister's orders again. You and her put it all in a bag and leave, but not before Kelly kicks Steve and his chair over.
"And I'm not a dyke you fucking asshole!" she says.
You pass one of the dead guards on the way back, then another near the exit. They showed no evidence of being shot. You guess that Kelly killed them with her bare hands.
Kelly and you drive off and you begin to ask about the cops or any other criminals that might miss Steve.
"Nah, don't worry about the cops. They'll probably throw a party. Steve's just another dead criminal. No serious investigation. And as for other criminals, they'll probably throw a party too. Nobody's going to miss him. Look, I'm sorry for what happened to you, but you needed a wake up call. You needed to understand that the real world is based on sacrifices. You made a sacrifice and the pay off was bigger than the sacrifice. Wish I could've learned that lesson a lot sooner and quicker instead of putting my body through hell and waking up in pain every morning."
While Kelly's unique "lesson" might have a point, all it makes you feel is violated and used. All her abuse over the years doesn't even compare to this twisted little endeavor. And she wants you to be thankful? Fuck that, and fuck her. You see the gun she used to kill Steve next to her and grab it.
"Suzy what the fuck are you doing?"
"Teaching you a lesson too, that you can't abuse people for years and get away with it!"
Kelly is momentarily surprised, but then reverts back to calmness.
"If you shoot me, you'll have a hell of a time getting back home, with two bags of stolen money, a bloody car and a dead body collapsed on the steering wheel and gas pedal."
"That's why you're pulling over."
"Hah! The hell I am. Nice try, but you didn't think this through. Should've waited until we got home where you wouldn't have been at my mercy as much, though you probably would've lost your nerve if you waited. Maybe just as we got in this car? Oh well doesn't matter you missed your opportunity."
"I'm telling you to pull over now!" you say jamming the gun into her head.
"Ohh, you ARE mad. Never seen this side of you before. Maybe you should've been like this when Steve was shoving his little dick in your mouth. God, that had to be horrible. What a first time for a blow job eh? Well at least his fat ass wasn't laying on top of you. Give it up Suzy. You're not going to kill me. You don't have it in you to take the risk. I'm being understanding right now because you've obviously snapped from the wake up call to reality, but you continue to shove that gun at my head and I'm going to be less understanding. Trust me on that."
> You shoot Kelly
Kelly's last bit of arrogance is the last straw. You don't say anything, you just shoot and Kelly's brains splatter all over the driver's window and partially on you. The thrill of killing her is short lived as her body does indeed cause the car to swerve out of control.
You attempts to regain control fail and you crash into an oncoming truck. |
That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you!
Okay so you're feeling uncharacteristically motivated today, that's a start, but where exactly you're going to begin is another question.
Getting a job might be the way to go, but you have no idea what you might be qualified for. You could go to a family member for help or your old friend the internet as usual.
> You ask your older brother Ben
You're not really sure of how much help you're going to get from Ben given that he's probably just as reclusive as you, probably more so.
You head to the backyard to look for him, but he's nowhere to be found. You do see his girlfriend Moon Shadow meditating in the garden though. For being a filthy hippy she's very pretty. In some ways you can see why Ben gave up his potentially lucrative job in the government for her. Though you don't think Moon Shadow had it in mind that he'd become a paranoid survivalist nut that indulged in every conspiracy theory known under the sun.
You ask her where he is.
"Hey Moon Shadow, sorry to bother you, but do you know where Ben is?"
Moon Shadow stops her meditation to address you.
"No worries Suzy. I am just happy to see you! You spend far too much time inside that dark basement hiding out from the world much like Ben does in his bunker. The both of you should embrace all the beauty it has to offer!"
"Uh, sure. So do you know where Ben is?"
"Sadly no. I haven't seen him for a couple days, but I'm sure he'll return to me soon. He always has!"
"A couple days? Where did he go?"
"Oh he's working on his underground bunker as always. He really gets caught up in it; though I try to tell him that it's completely unnecessary, but I understand his intentions to protect all of us are good. It is my hope that he will someday come to his senses and we will leave this place. The aura and karma here are…well very fucked up."
Never having been in Ben's bunker you ask where it is.
"Dunno, he hides it really well and keeps switching the entrance. In fact I haven't ever been inside it; I've always slept up here beneath the majestic stars."
"Hmm, I think I've seen you and Tommy on the couch in the living room a few times."
"Well Tommy gets cold sometimes and he wants his mommy with him, would you have me deny that right?"
"I suppose not. So where's Tommy then?"
"He's been spending time with his father, so he's also down in the bunker. It's good for them to bond and it allows me to get back in touch with the cosmos."
At this point you're getting exasperated.
"How the hell can Ben move the damn entrance around and hide it so well in just this backyard?" you ask.
"I'm afraid I do not know the answer to your questions. You will have to ask him yourself. All I can tell you that if you truly wish to find him, you will do so, but I am wondering if you should not stay here and meditate with me so that you may calm yourself and perhaps find another path."
> You go find Ben
You don't have time for Moon Shadow's hippy shit, you're here to find Ben.
"No, I'm pretty sure the only path I wanted to follow today was to find Ben."
"Very well, but as I said before I have no idea where he's hidden the entrance this time. You'll just have to find it yourself." Moon Shadow tells you and then goes back to her meditation.
You begin wandering the backyard, looking at the ground in the hopes of finding something out of place, but you're not having too much luck.
"How the hell…gah, tis is pointless…huh?"
"Aunt Suzy pretty!" you hear a familiar voice say.
You turn around and see Tommy!
"Tommy! I thought you were with your dad. Your mom's over there."
"Mommy sleeping."
"No she isn't she's med…" you look again over in Moon Shadow's direction and she's no longer meditating she's on the grass sprawled out fast asleep.
"Oh well, I guess she is asleep. So Tommy, as I said before I thought you were helping your dad."
"Busy. No want my help anymore." Tommy says while looking down at the ground. At first you think he's sad, but actually he's just become fascinated with a bug on the ground.
"Tommy where's the entrance to the bunker?"
"Dunno."
"You don't know? How can you not know? You came up from the bunker!"
"Oh yeah…me don't know. Keeps changing location. You want to play?"
This little trip to find Ben has just gotten weirder by the minute. You're really starting to wonder what the hell is going on. Though part of you just wants to give up and not bother with this nonsense.
> You keep looking for Ben
"Tommy, think carefully. WHERE is the entrance to the bunker?" you order which seems to make Tommy upset. He collapses on the ground and begins to cry.
"WAHHHHHHH! I don't like this game! No blue anymore! No more bad place!"
"What the hell?"
"Dig too deep! Too deep! Two trees! Scary things! (Sob)"
It's a bit incoherent gibberish, but you begin to wonder if Tommy hasn't given you the clue of where to find the shelter entrance. You look around and notice the blue colored flowers near the medium sized trees in your backyard and you start to wonder.
You leave Tommy to his retard seizure and head over to one of the trees and knock on it. Sounds solid, you knock on the other one and it makes a completely different sound.
"Hah! Hollow!" you say and feel around for a door of some sort, eventually you find one and when you open it up a long ladder leading down is revealed. At the bottom you can see a faint bit of light and hear the hum of a generator.
While you're glad you found the entrance, you still don't know how the hell he's been supposedly changing the entrance. It really doesn't seem possible, unless Moon Shadow and Tommy were initially lying to you.
You descend down the ladder. It takes awhile, but when you get to the bottom you find yourself in a fairly spartan room with a few dim lights and a generator. There's only one corridor leading from the room so you follow it.
"Ben? Are you down here? Don't shoot if you are, it's me Suzy!" you call out, walking down the corridor.
You pass many smaller room, most are empty. Some have things like canned food in them. You marvel at the fact that Ben was able to build something like this within a relatively short period of time. Amazing still that nobody really paid much attention to what he was doing or how he even got the materials down here.
Eventually you come to a spot where the bunker doesn't have the wall siding and just dirt with wooden support beams are being used. You're guessing that Ben's only just started digging here. You also notice that the newly dug pathway is sloping downward and there isn't any lighting in that direction. This was creepy before, but now it's starting to approach the scary realm. You decide you don't really want to go any further.
"BEN?! Are you down there?"
Your call is followed by silence for a moment, then you hear some shuffling, then heavy breathing. Whatever it is that's approaching, it doesn't sound like Ben and when a disgusting figure dripping with ichor steps into the dim light, you know damn well it isn't Ben!
Panic and fear overwhelm you, and you run screaming back to the ladder. The inhuman noises are only getting louder though. You completely freak out when you run into a figure that steps out from one of the side rooms. You're temporarily blinded by the powerful light shining from where the figure's head would be. The figure turns down the light and you can see that it's Ben wearing light mounted helmet.
"Suzy, what the fuck are you doing down here? Get out of the way!" Ben shouts and strides past you with a shotgun when he hears the noises behind you.
You crawl into the room he just came out of and hear him shout "DIE FUCKING MUTANT BASTARD!", followed by a couple of gunshots a hideous cry and a loud thump.
Ben then returns to find you.
"Suzy, you're still here? You've should've kept running, it's not safe down here." Ben asks helping you up.
"W…what's going on down here?"
"Oh nothing much except trying to clean out some sort of race of creatures. I dunno what the hell they are, but I call 'em Chulocks. Y'know like a combination of a Morlock and a Chud heh heh."
You have so many questions that you don't know where to begin. Ben touches some sort of panel on the wall with his shotgun and a secret door slides open and motions you inside a nicely furnished room with a large arsenal, computer, books, bed and some food.
"Don't worry about the Chulocks, we're safe in here, though I really need to install a security camera system down here. Just haven't had time. I Look Suzy, I'm sure have a shitload of questions, and I'll try to answer some of them, but you'll have to leave soon. I have to start working on changing the layout of this place again, obviously it isn't hidden enough if you found it. What were doing do here anyway?"
"I…I was going to ask you for job advice."
"Job?" Ben starts to laugh. "I don't think I'd have any good advice since I gave up that life long ago. You still living in the basement?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm, you might want to think about moving or at least sleeping with a weapon."
"Why?"
"Well as you can see living underground around here isn't exactly the safest thing. Now I doubt if these things will be crawling into the basement anytime soon, but still it's something to think about. Ironic that I built this place to be safe and it turns out to be almost as dangerous."
"Almost? Why the hell are you still living down here?"
"You might as why as why am I still living in America. Because it's my home and I'm not going to be run off by some underground mutants or ancient race, or whatever the hell those things are. Besides I got a theory they're government made anyway. Probably some sort of experiment that went wrong, or maybe even unleashed on me purposely. It wouldn't surprise me."
You're not sure if that is the case, but given that you saw one of these things, Ben's conspiracy theories might not all be crazy.
"How long have you been fighting these things?"
"Quite awhile. I first ran into them about a year after I started digging this thing. Little did I know something else was digging UP. There were shitloads of them in the past. Nowadays not so much. I dunno if it's because I'm killing them all off or they're finally getting the idea of not to come around here. For awhile I thought I'd killed them all, and I even had Tommy come down here to help me sometimes, but as it turned out they weren't all gone and I sent Tommy back up. He's seen them, and is scared of them, but I know his attention span isn't the greatest."
"So, wait does Moon Shadow know about this? Does anyone else?"
"Moon Shadow, well if you've spoken with her, she'd probably try to make friends with the damn things. So no she doesn't know. Everyone else in the family doesn't know either. They're all too wrapped up in their own dramas and wouldn't believe me if I told them. Well Uncle Ed might, but he's up to his own suspicious dealings and quite frankly I think a Chulock eating him wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. He's just plain creepy."
This all seems very surreal to you. All you did was want a little job advice to do something with your life and you got wrapped up in something much more.
Question is now, are you going to actively do anything about what you learned?
> No
This definitely isn't for you. You want to be out of here as quickly as possible. Ben certainly understands.
"Can't say I blame you, but like I said before you really should think about changing locations of where you sleep or move out entirely. This place was never the healthiest of environments…eh, I'm not going to tell you what you should do with your life, but take this pistol at least. Hell, given our family's dysfunction you should have one anyway. Take care okay?"
You take the gun and make your way back up the ladder and out the bunker. Moon Shadow and Tommy are now both sleeping near the garden. You pass them and head back to the basement half expecting to be attacked, but of course that doesn't happen.
You don't sleep much for the next few days and when you do its on the living room sofa, which means you have to endure Kelly's insults, but nothing worse than that. (She does notice that you carry a pistol around now though) Out of curiosity you go back to the tree with the secret entrance only to find it doesn't exist anymore.
Time passes and Ben comes up to the surface every once in awhile as usual, and you talk more in depth about things. Namely the "underworld". He's convinced more than ever that the government has something to do with them.
Eventually he says he has everything he needs down there now, and doesn't expect to come to the surface again. He tells Moon Shadow to take Tommy away and go some place else for he cannot be the soul mate or father that is needed. He also tells you again that you should leave with them and hands you a bunch of money. He says it's the last of his life savings from his "old life".
You can't see any reason to really stay. You've been on edge ever since you found out about the Chulocks, and you were looking for something to do with your life.
Saying goodbye to Ben one last time, you, Moon Shadow, and Tommy move on to parts unknown where an unknown future awaits. But hopefully it won't involve Chulocks. |
"Tommy, think carefully. WHERE is the entrance to the bunker?" you order which seems to make Tommy upset. He collapses on the ground and begins to cry.
"WAHHHHHHH! I don't like this game! No blue anymore! No more bad place!"
"What the hell?"
"Dig too deep! Too deep! Two trees! Scary things! (Sob)"
It's a bit incoherent gibberish, but you begin to wonder if Tommy hasn't given you the clue of where to find the shelter entrance. You look around and notice the blue colored flowers near the medium sized trees in your backyard and you start to wonder.
You leave Tommy to his retard seizure and head over to one of the trees and knock on it. Sounds solid, you knock on the other one and it makes a completely different sound.
"Hah! Hollow!" you say and feel around for a door of some sort, eventually you find one and when you open it up a long ladder leading down is revealed. At the bottom you can see a faint bit of light and hear the hum of a generator.
While you're glad you found the entrance, you still don't know how the hell he's been supposedly changing the entrance. It really doesn't seem possible, unless Moon Shadow and Tommy were initially lying to you.
You descend down the ladder. It takes awhile, but when you get to the bottom you find yourself in a fairly spartan room with a few dim lights and a generator. There's only one corridor leading from the room so you follow it.
"Ben? Are you down here? Don't shoot if you are, it's me Suzy!" you call out, walking down the corridor.
You pass many smaller room, most are empty. Some have things like canned food in them. You marvel at the fact that Ben was able to build something like this within a relatively short period of time. Amazing still that nobody really paid much attention to what he was doing or how he even got the materials down here.
Eventually you come to a spot where the bunker doesn't have the wall siding and just dirt with wooden support beams are being used. You're guessing that Ben's only just started digging here. You also notice that the newly dug pathway is sloping downward and there isn't any lighting in that direction. This was creepy before, but now it's starting to approach the scary realm. You decide you don't really want to go any further.
"BEN?! Are you down there?"
Your call is followed by silence for a moment, then you hear some shuffling, then heavy breathing. Whatever it is that's approaching, it doesn't sound like Ben and when a disgusting figure dripping with ichor steps into the dim light, you know damn well it isn't Ben!
Panic and fear overwhelm you, and you run screaming back to the ladder. The inhuman noises are only getting louder though. You completely freak out when you run into a figure that steps out from one of the side rooms. You're temporarily blinded by the powerful light shining from where the figure's head would be. The figure turns down the light and you can see that it's Ben wearing light mounted helmet.
"Suzy, what the fuck are you doing down here? Get out of the way!" Ben shouts and strides past you with a shotgun when he hears the noises behind you.
You crawl into the room he just came out of and hear him shout "DIE FUCKING MUTANT BASTARD!", followed by a couple of gunshots a hideous cry and a loud thump.
Ben then returns to find you.
"Suzy, you're still here? You've should've kept running, it's not safe down here." Ben asks helping you up.
"W…what's going on down here?"
"Oh nothing much except trying to clean out some sort of race of creatures. I dunno what the hell they are, but I call 'em Chulocks. Y'know like a combination of a Morlock and a Chud heh heh."
You have so many questions that you don't know where to begin. Ben touches some sort of panel on the wall with his shotgun and a secret door slides open and motions you inside a nicely furnished room with a large arsenal, computer, books, bed and some food.
"Don't worry about the Chulocks, we're safe in here, though I really need to install a security camera system down here. Just haven't had time. I Look Suzy, I'm sure have a shitload of questions, and I'll try to answer some of them, but you'll have to leave soon. I have to start working on changing the layout of this place again, obviously it isn't hidden enough if you found it. What were doing do here anyway?"
"I…I was going to ask you for job advice."
"Job?" Ben starts to laugh. "I don't think I'd have any good advice since I gave up that life long ago. You still living in the basement?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm, you might want to think about moving or at least sleeping with a weapon."
"Why?"
"Well as you can see living underground around here isn't exactly the safest thing. Now I doubt if these things will be crawling into the basement anytime soon, but still it's something to think about. Ironic that I built this place to be safe and it turns out to be almost as dangerous."
"Almost? Why the hell are you still living down here?"
"You might as why as why am I still living in America. Because it's my home and I'm not going to be run off by some underground mutants or ancient race, or whatever the hell those things are. Besides I got a theory they're government made anyway. Probably some sort of experiment that went wrong, or maybe even unleashed on me purposely. It wouldn't surprise me."
You're not sure if that is the case, but given that you saw one of these things, Ben's conspiracy theories might not all be crazy.
"How long have you been fighting these things?"
"Quite awhile. I first ran into them about a year after I started digging this thing. Little did I know something else was digging UP. There were shitloads of them in the past. Nowadays not so much. I dunno if it's because I'm killing them all off or they're finally getting the idea of not to come around here. For awhile I thought I'd killed them all, and I even had Tommy come down here to help me sometimes, but as it turned out they weren't all gone and I sent Tommy back up. He's seen them, and is scared of them, but I know his attention span isn't the greatest."
"So, wait does Moon Shadow know about this? Does anyone else?"
"Moon Shadow, well if you've spoken with her, she'd probably try to make friends with the damn things. So no she doesn't know. Everyone else in the family doesn't know either. They're all too wrapped up in their own dramas and wouldn't believe me if I told them. Well Uncle Ed might, but he's up to his own suspicious dealings and quite frankly I think a Chulock eating him wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. He's just plain creepy."
This all seems very surreal to you. All you did was want a little job advice to do something with your life and you got wrapped up in something much more.
Question is now, are you going to actively do anything about what you learned?
> Yes
You were looking for something to do with your life, and you've come this far so…
"Ben do you need some help fighting these things?"
Ben is taken back
"Are you serious? Suzy, while I appreciate your willingness to help, I think this is a bit much for you. Maybe if you were Kelly it would be a different story. You don't think Kelly would believe you if you told them what was going on down here do you?"
The pair of you laugh a little at that silly question.
"Ben why don't you just drag the bodies of one of them up here and show everyone?"
"I thought about that, except it's the damnedest thing. They fucking dissolve shortly after they get killed. I thought about catching one alive, but I doubt if I could do it myself and how am I going to drag one of those heavy things up a ladder while it's kicking, biting, clawing and screeching at me in a net?"
"Well…how about Peter?"
"Peter? What the hell is he going to do? Dress up in lingerie and be bait?"
You laugh again.
"As long as it isn't in my clothes he can, but you are aware of his film aspirations aren't you?"
"I dunno I haven't seen him lately, the last thing I remember was him playing with dolls."
"Well he's been in love with filming every little thing he sees lately. Seems like he'd help film something like this so there was proof. I mean I suppose we could do it without him, but I figure he's got some better connections, us being recluses and all."
"Hmm, maybe. Alright, get him down here. I won't change the entrance again for awhile."
You leave the bunker and go to Peter who is predictably filming unimportant shit around the house. Kevin thankfully seems to be in a corner nodding out from his recent heroin fix.
Peter is surprisingly difficult to drag back to the bunker. He scoffs at the idea that you know what would be good material to record. But after promising him some of your pink underwear with the hearts on them, he agrees.
You and Peter head back to the bunker where Ben is in full battle mode. He tells you and Peter to stay behind him the whole time.
You follow Ben into the lower tunnel where more of those Chulocks are. The noise Ben makes attract them.
Peter is dumbstruck by what he sees through his camera and records the whole gruesome incident.
Afterwards Peter shows the whole family the tape and unfortunately almost no one wants to help. Uncle Ed is intrigued, but says he needs to be moving on with other things and wishes you luck. Donna is terrified and runs away from home. Moonshadow doesn't approve of your willingness to destroy living beings and also leaves with Tommy.
As for Dad he's so drunk he just thinks you guys are watching a horror movie.
Fortunately Kelly who practically sees herself as one of the "defenders" of the McCray household is willing to help out and you all take the fight to the Chulocks.
All goes well for awhile. The family that's left is focused on goal of battling the Chulocks. It's probably the closest all of you have been in….well ever.
The problem lies with the arrangement. Ben is still doing most of fighting. Kelly is still the main bread winner of the house and as such can't really do any fighting (Indeed she does enough of that at her jobs!) Peter is almost more of a hindrance. He's so eager to get more footage of the creatures; Ben has to bail his ass out most of the time. As for you, well you try, and you do alright, but ultimately it's going to take more people to wipe out all the Chulocks as the deeper you go the more of them there are and there doesn't seem to be an end to them.
Then it all starts to break down. You begin to suggest reinforcing the bunker with thick concrete and steel so that the Chulocks can't enter anymore. You figure that they'll probably dig elsewhere for better picking. Ben argues that you need to exterminate all of them. Peter agrees, but his reasons are different than Ben's. Kelly says she doesn't give a shit, just follow through with a plan.
So extermination it is. During the discussion Peter says he can't wait to present this to the world. You're actually surprised he hasn't been uploading it to the internet in sequences, but he states he wants the whole "epic" before unleashing this masterpiece in its entirety.
This causes an argument with Ben who has never been fond of the idea of showing this to the world since he's starting to really believe that the government is behind the Chulocks. Peter says if they are then this would be a good way to expose them.
The final foray isn't pretty. You, Ben and Peter descend down as usual. The initial attack goes well. Then the next. And then the next. In fact you're doing very well, a little too well.
Eventually you go the deepest you've ever been and find the largest group of Chulocks ever. Ben wastes no time and starts throw grenades. Explosions occur and body parts start to fly. Unfortunately being underground this isn't the best place for explosions.
All three of you hightail it out of the area. Peter trips on something and falls. He cries out for you and Ben. You're about to go back for him, but Ben roughly pushes you forward and says he's done for and that you have to move.
You get the very real impression, Ben wanted him to die.
The collapsing tunnel is followed by an ambush. Apparently the Chulocks were a lot smarter than you thought and dug their own hidden passages and waited for you to be in so deep in their home that you wouldn't be able to escape effectively.
Ben fights valiantly, but the sheer number of them take him down. You see him gruesomely ripped to shreds before your eyes. Your fate is probably less pleasant.
The Chulocks apparently aren't just fond of breeding with each other, but are attracted to your "scent" as well. Your clothing is ripped off and you are forced to the ground, beaten, bloody and ultimately violated several times.
The terror and pain is so great that you actually pass out. For a couple days you're in those tunnels in a barely conscious state. You don't come to until several figures in hazmat suits surround you.
"Sir we've got them all, found this camcorder too."
"Good. So has the house been exterminated too?"
"Yes, only two inside. We'll be tracking the others down from this family soon."
"Hey this one's still breathing. Christ, do you think they did what I THINK they did to her?"
"Well it would explain why they didn't kill her. Better take her back to the lab for examination. Should be interesting to say the least. Alright boys let's move out."
You are whisked away to a top secret lab. Your nine month stay is not a pleasant one and ultimately fatal when you give birth. |
You don't have time for Moon Shadow's hippy shit, you're here to find Ben.
"No, I'm pretty sure the only path I wanted to follow today was to find Ben."
"Very well, but as I said before I have no idea where he's hidden the entrance this time. You'll just have to find it yourself." Moon Shadow tells you and then goes back to her meditation.
You begin wandering the backyard, looking at the ground in the hopes of finding something out of place, but you're not having too much luck.
"How the hell…gah, tis is pointless…huh?"
"Aunt Suzy pretty!" you hear a familiar voice say.
You turn around and see Tommy!
"Tommy! I thought you were with your dad. Your mom's over there."
"Mommy sleeping."
"No she isn't she's med…" you look again over in Moon Shadow's direction and she's no longer meditating she's on the grass sprawled out fast asleep.
"Oh well, I guess she is asleep. So Tommy, as I said before I thought you were helping your dad."
"Busy. No want my help anymore." Tommy says while looking down at the ground. At first you think he's sad, but actually he's just become fascinated with a bug on the ground.
"Tommy where's the entrance to the bunker?"
"Dunno."
"You don't know? How can you not know? You came up from the bunker!"
"Oh yeah…me don't know. Keeps changing location. You want to play?"
This little trip to find Ben has just gotten weirder by the minute. You're really starting to wonder what the hell is going on. Though part of you just wants to give up and not bother with this nonsense.
> You entertain Tommy
You decide you just don't care enough to find Ben, you instead decide to play with Tommy as he seems starved for attention right now.
You take Tommy down to the basement to play, but now he seems more interested in your computer.
"Puter! Better! Make better! Faster!" he says excitedly.
"You saying you can upgrade my computer without me having to spend money?"
"Make faster! Better! Puter!"
You take that as a yes and let him at it.
At first when you see Tommy ripping out wires and banging on the computer with a hammer he pulls out, you think you've made a horrible mistake. The computer looks entirely trashed in five minutes, but Tommy smiles and says.
"Finished! Better now!"
"I sure hope so…"
You hesitantly turn the computer on and try it out and Tommy has indeed succeeded. You computer runs a lot faster.
"Hey thanks Tom…" you say, but then realize he's wandered off again.
You shrug your shoulders and enjoy your upgraded computer. Looks like there will be even less of a reason to leave the basement now, though you know who to look for if you ever need it "made better" again. |
You're not really sure of how much help you're going to get from Ben given that he's probably just as reclusive as you, probably more so.
You head to the backyard to look for him, but he's nowhere to be found. You do see his girlfriend Moon Shadow meditating in the garden though. For being a filthy hippy she's very pretty. In some ways you can see why Ben gave up his potentially lucrative job in the government for her. Though you don't think Moon Shadow had it in mind that he'd become a paranoid survivalist nut that indulged in every conspiracy theory known under the sun.
You ask her where he is.
"Hey Moon Shadow, sorry to bother you, but do you know where Ben is?"
Moon Shadow stops her meditation to address you.
"No worries Suzy. I am just happy to see you! You spend far too much time inside that dark basement hiding out from the world much like Ben does in his bunker. The both of you should embrace all the beauty it has to offer!"
"Uh, sure. So do you know where Ben is?"
"Sadly no. I haven't seen him for a couple days, but I'm sure he'll return to me soon. He always has!"
"A couple days? Where did he go?"
"Oh he's working on his underground bunker as always. He really gets caught up in it; though I try to tell him that it's completely unnecessary, but I understand his intentions to protect all of us are good. It is my hope that he will someday come to his senses and we will leave this place. The aura and karma here are…well very fucked up."
Never having been in Ben's bunker you ask where it is.
"Dunno, he hides it really well and keeps switching the entrance. In fact I haven't ever been inside it; I've always slept up here beneath the majestic stars."
"Hmm, I think I've seen you and Tommy on the couch in the living room a few times."
"Well Tommy gets cold sometimes and he wants his mommy with him, would you have me deny that right?"
"I suppose not. So where's Tommy then?"
"He's been spending time with his father, so he's also down in the bunker. It's good for them to bond and it allows me to get back in touch with the cosmos."
At this point you're getting exasperated.
"How the hell can Ben move the damn entrance around and hide it so well in just this backyard?" you ask.
"I'm afraid I do not know the answer to your questions. You will have to ask him yourself. All I can tell you that if you truly wish to find him, you will do so, but I am wondering if you should not stay here and meditate with me so that you may calm yourself and perhaps find another path."
> You stay with Moon Shadow
Moon Shadow seems pretty happy with life and she does even less than you, so maybe she's on to something. You sit down with Moon Shadow who looks even happier than she did before.
"So what is this path you speak of?"
"If you meditate with me, you may find out. This will be so nice, Ben never meditates with me anymore and I'm afraid Tommy is a bit too hyperactive to sit still for it."
"So what do I do?"
"Just sit across from me and cross your legs. Good, now stretch out your arms towards me so that we may hold hands. We shall hold hands the entire time so that we may feel our energies combining and let the positivity flow between us."
"Okay, now what?"
"Now close your eyes and contemplate you life as it was, as it is and as it can be. See the universe, be the universe. Touch the universe…"
While your eyes are closed you can definitely tell that Moon Shadow is maneuvering your hands towards her.
"Feel the majestic mountains. Their peaks so perfect and beautiful. You could just want to bury yourself in between them…"
"Uh…"
"Feel the plains below, smooth and tight. No doubt due to a good diet…"
"Hey…"
"Now follow further south and AH! FEEL the field of everlasting glory!"
"MOON SHADOW!" you say pulling your hands away.
"What's wrong I thought you wanted to meditate?" Moon Shadow says looking concerned.
"That wasn't meditation, that was you trying to shove my hand under your dress!"
"Oh you're right. I'm so sorry! I just…I'm just so lonely here and mostly everyone here is mean! I never see Ben anymore and I can't even leave because it wouldn't be right to take Tommy away from his dad. I feel so trapped! I guess when I saw you I thought…I oh, I dunno what I thought. (Sob)"
You sort of feel sorry for Moon Shadow, and you can sort of sympathize with her plight. You too feel a little trapped. While Moon Shadow might've been a little misguided in trying to make "friends" with you, you try to console her.
"Look Moon Shadow, you seem very nice, but you really caught me by surprise there. I mean I've never been with anyone before so this is all a bit weird for me. Not to mention you ARE with my brother. How would that look?"
"Oh, I don't place restrictions on such things. Never have. I believe if you have feelings for someone you should share them. And as far as Ben is concerned, he's so infatuated with his bunker he'd rather be raping the holes in mother Earth rather than entering mine."
"Hmm, well if you're horny couldn't you just go out and meet someone else for a few hours? I mean like you said Tommy's under watch by Ben. They probably wouldn't know you're even gone."
"Suzy, you misunderstand. I'm not some whore that just gives it up to anyone. I need to feel a spiritual connection with them first. Such things take time, but I felt it with you which is why I reached out. Didn't you feel it too?"
"Well I felt something…" you say looking at your hands.
"You say you're still a virgin? That is an awful long time to be one and I can't imagine why given how pretty you are. Don't you ever get urges?"
"Sure, that's why there are vibrators though."
"Oh Suzy, you are lost! No machine can ever compare to the touch of a real life human being. The tenderness and warmth…don't you wish to experience that?"
> You experience a "Moon" landing
Well you'd be lying if you weren't a bit curious. Besides, Moon Shadow seems caring enough to make your first time a pleasant one.
"Well okay, I guess let's go do it back to my basement." you say.
"Do it in the basement? That's so tawdry! No, we are going to embrace underneath the sky so that nature may witness it."
"Uh…out here? But someone might see us!"
"So? We can't be ashamed to express our desires…here let me relax you."
At this point Moon Shadow crawls over to you and kisses you on the lips gently. Soon she has you lying on the grass as you both make out. Her tongue explores every inch of your virgin body as both of your articles of clothing are shed away. You feel her tongue pleasure you in a way you've never felt before, and it's true, this is better than a machine.
While the pair of you are making sweet interracial lesbian love in the garden, and bringing a whole new meaning to term ebony and ivory coming together in perfect harmony, Peter and his buddy Kevin stumble onto you.
"HOLY SHIT DUDE!" Kevin shouts.
"Shhh! Quick, get this on camera; we can use this for the romance scene. For some reason you heteros like watching the rug munching. Baffling to me, but I know it sells." Peter says.
You and Moon Shadow hear them, but neither one of you care. The pair of you are enjoying each other too much right now. In fact after both of you are finished Moon Shadow is more than a little infatuated and you're quite fond of her too. She decides that her true path was to meet you and to take you away from this dysfunctional place.
You and Moon Shadow end up running off together to live in a commune in the wilderness, where you and her grow your own food, make your own clothes and practice witchcraft. You two make the relationship "official" when you marry each other at the Sappho Fair and live happily ever after. |
Moon Shadow seems pretty happy with life and she does even less than you, so maybe she's on to something. You sit down with Moon Shadow who looks even happier than she did before.
"So what is this path you speak of?"
"If you meditate with me, you may find out. This will be so nice, Ben never meditates with me anymore and I'm afraid Tommy is a bit too hyperactive to sit still for it."
"So what do I do?"
"Just sit across from me and cross your legs. Good, now stretch out your arms towards me so that we may hold hands. We shall hold hands the entire time so that we may feel our energies combining and let the positivity flow between us."
"Okay, now what?"
"Now close your eyes and contemplate you life as it was, as it is and as it can be. See the universe, be the universe. Touch the universe…"
While your eyes are closed you can definitely tell that Moon Shadow is maneuvering your hands towards her.
"Feel the majestic mountains. Their peaks so perfect and beautiful. You could just want to bury yourself in between them…"
"Uh…"
"Feel the plains below, smooth and tight. No doubt due to a good diet…"
"Hey…"
"Now follow further south and AH! FEEL the field of everlasting glory!"
"MOON SHADOW!" you say pulling your hands away.
"What's wrong I thought you wanted to meditate?" Moon Shadow says looking concerned.
"That wasn't meditation, that was you trying to shove my hand under your dress!"
"Oh you're right. I'm so sorry! I just…I'm just so lonely here and mostly everyone here is mean! I never see Ben anymore and I can't even leave because it wouldn't be right to take Tommy away from his dad. I feel so trapped! I guess when I saw you I thought…I oh, I dunno what I thought. (Sob)"
You sort of feel sorry for Moon Shadow, and you can sort of sympathize with her plight. You too feel a little trapped. While Moon Shadow might've been a little misguided in trying to make "friends" with you, you try to console her.
"Look Moon Shadow, you seem very nice, but you really caught me by surprise there. I mean I've never been with anyone before so this is all a bit weird for me. Not to mention you ARE with my brother. How would that look?"
"Oh, I don't place restrictions on such things. Never have. I believe if you have feelings for someone you should share them. And as far as Ben is concerned, he's so infatuated with his bunker he'd rather be raping the holes in mother Earth rather than entering mine."
"Hmm, well if you're horny couldn't you just go out and meet someone else for a few hours? I mean like you said Tommy's under watch by Ben. They probably wouldn't know you're even gone."
"Suzy, you misunderstand. I'm not some whore that just gives it up to anyone. I need to feel a spiritual connection with them first. Such things take time, but I felt it with you which is why I reached out. Didn't you feel it too?"
"Well I felt something…" you say looking at your hands.
"You say you're still a virgin? That is an awful long time to be one and I can't imagine why given how pretty you are. Don't you ever get urges?"
"Sure, that's why there are vibrators though."
"Oh Suzy, you are lost! No machine can ever compare to the touch of a real life human being. The tenderness and warmth…don't you wish to experience that?"
> You escape from the "Shadow"
"Sorry Shadow girl, but I think I'm straight."
"How do you know, if you've never done anything?"
"Well, I suppose I don't, but I do know I don't really have any desire to roll around in the grass with you. Sorry. Hope everything works out for you."
Moon Shadow looks very upset, so you leave her alone. In fact you decide to head back to the basement and continue your hermitage; you've had more than enough "adventure" for one day. Still you don't need to be completely alone.
"Well looks like it's just you and me again, old friend." You say pulling out your vibrator. |
That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you!
Okay so you're feeling uncharacteristically motivated today, that's a start, but where exactly you're going to begin is another question.
Getting a job might be the way to go, but you have no idea what you might be qualified for. You could go to a family member for help or your old friend the internet as usual.
> You ask your Dad
Well Dad used to work a lot at one time, so much so that he was never around, most would say he still isn't due to him being drunk all the time, and you'd pretty much agree.
You find Dad in the living room half passed out. You almost think to come back when he's in a better state, but then you remember this is probably about as sober as he gets.
"Hey Dad I need to ask you something."
Dad looks at you in a drunken daze.
"What tha hell? (Hic!) Whadda you want?"
"Well uh…I just wanted some advice on how to get a job."
"Job? (Hic!) What for? Workin' man's a sucker. I worked and worked to support all you bastards and what did it get me? Nuthin! Just a dead wife and sorrow. None of you appreciated her the way I did!"
"Hey, that's not true. We all missed her. As I recall you weren't even at the funeral."
"Because the pain was too great, that's why! And what exactly are you (Hic!) implyin? That I didn't love her? Cause I did! Hell, I loved her enough to produce you and your worthless sib (Hic!) lings!"
"Uh…okay." You say and start to back away.
"HEY! Don't you walk away while I'm talking to you!"
At this point your Dad manages to get up to lurch at you, but only succeeds in tripping over his feet and banging his head on the coffee table.
"Argh! Shit. Fuck…(sob) Why? Why did you leave me? I was gonna…come back…just…just wasn't enough time…(sob)…"
You Dad lies on the floor clutching his head and sobbing quietly. He is truly a pitiful sight.
Dad's anger at you is probably misguided and while it's true he wasn't really there for you, it doesn't mean you have to do the same. So you try to console him.
"Erm…there there. I'm sure Mom knew how you felt even if you weren't around to help raise five kids…"
"(sniff) You think so?"
"Sure, she often mentioned you a lot while you were gone."
"Oh really? What would she say?"
You try to think back to anything positive, but come up empty. You just say non-committal.
"Oh…just stuff about wishing you were here…"
"Y'know, Suzy I REALLY do wish I could've been here more. It's just always thought I'd have time to spend all the time in the world with her after I retired. If I could just have that time back, I would do everything I wanted to do with her."
Sensing that it might ease his pain you tell him stories about Mom. You try to just focus on the good times you spent with her, rather than all the arguing that usually went on with her and your more unruly siblings.
This seems to cheer him up. He's also sobered up a little while listening to you.
"You really did take after her the most didn't you?" he states.
"Um, yeah I suppose I did." You reply.
Your Dad begins to look around as if to make sure nobody else is around and then looks at you intently.
"I have something of your mother's. I think she'd want you to have. It's in the bedroom, follow me." He whispers and gets up.
> You follow him to the bedroom
This is a little strange, but you have no reason to think that your Dad is going to do anything weird to you. Maybe it's just a piece of jewelry or something. I mean you're his daughter for Christ's sake.
Sure he might've been an absentee father and he's a drunk, but do you really think he'd be so overcome with grief that he'd actually be trying to lure you into the bedroom so that in his twisted mind he could have sex with Mom again?
"What exactly is it that you want to show me?" you ask.
"Come with me, it's in the bedroom." He beckons.
"Can't you bring it out here?"
"Suzy, it's very special. In fact I question on whether I should give it to you, not because you don't deserve it, but because if your other sisters catch wind of it, they might get jealous. So when I give it to you, you can't tell anyone. It'll have to be our secret."
ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FOLLOW YOUR DAD?
I'll give you another chance to reconsider if you're not entirely sure of his intentions.
> You nah, if he was going to molest you, you would've wrote it in already
You follow your Dad to the bedroom. When you walk inside it's a little unnerving. There's no lighting except candlelight.
Candles are lit up near a dresser with a mirror and all over the walls are pictures of Mom.
You Dad goes to the dresser and pulls out a fancy looking ring. It's the one your Mom wore, you remember unashamedly arguing over who should get it, when she died. It is a very nice ring, but you certainly weren't going to dishonor Mom by ripping it from her corpse. Ultimately your Dad hung on to it, just like he did with most of Mom's old belongings.
"Here Suzy, I've held on to my pain long enough. You take this ring."
You take the ring and stare at it for awhile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. You're the one. Try it on just for kicks."
At first you think it won't fit, but apparently you and Mom are about the same size. You like it, but you just can't let your sisters see it. Hell, maybe you shouldn't let Peter see it either.
As you marvel at the ring, your Dad is picking up the urn with your Mom's ashes. Before you can ask him what he's doing he opens it and throws the ashes in your face!
"SHE IS THE ONE! YOU CAN POSSESS HER BODY! AND RETURN TO ME ONCE MORE!"
You try to stagger out of the bedroom choking and coughing while trying to get "Mom" out of your eyes, but Dad grabs you and throws you on the bed.
"COME BACK TO ME BERTHA!" he shouts while locking the door.
"Mom's dead! Stop this right now you crazy fuck!" you exclaim rolling off the bed.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way Suzy, but your mother needs a suitable body to return, and you're perfect in everyway. Just think, you'll be the one to bring her back to me!"
> You grab a candle and try to set him on fire
Snatching a candle nearby you throw it at him and miss spectacularly. You do however succeed in setting some nearby clothes on fire.
"Bertha you will be mine again!" your Dad yells and lunges, pinning you to the floor. "Quick take her body! Enter her! ENTER!"
While Dad is screaming his delusional statements, the fire in the room begins to spread.
"Dad, get off of me, we're both going to die!" you plead, but it's no use. He's still insisting on holding you down so that your mother's "spirit" will enter inside you.
That doesn't happen of course, what does happen instead is the pair of you burning to death in the fire. |
You follow your Dad to the bedroom. When you walk inside it's a little unnerving. There's no lighting except candlelight.
Candles are lit up near a dresser with a mirror and all over the walls are pictures of Mom.
You Dad goes to the dresser and pulls out a fancy looking ring. It's the one your Mom wore, you remember unashamedly arguing over who should get it, when she died. It is a very nice ring, but you certainly weren't going to dishonor Mom by ripping it from her corpse. Ultimately your Dad hung on to it, just like he did with most of Mom's old belongings.
"Here Suzy, I've held on to my pain long enough. You take this ring."
You take the ring and stare at it for awhile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. You're the one. Try it on just for kicks."
At first you think it won't fit, but apparently you and Mom are about the same size. You like it, but you just can't let your sisters see it. Hell, maybe you shouldn't let Peter see it either.
As you marvel at the ring, your Dad is picking up the urn with your Mom's ashes. Before you can ask him what he's doing he opens it and throws the ashes in your face!
"SHE IS THE ONE! YOU CAN POSSESS HER BODY! AND RETURN TO ME ONCE MORE!"
You try to stagger out of the bedroom choking and coughing while trying to get "Mom" out of your eyes, but Dad grabs you and throws you on the bed.
"COME BACK TO ME BERTHA!" he shouts while locking the door.
"Mom's dead! Stop this right now you crazy fuck!" you exclaim rolling off the bed.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way Suzy, but your mother needs a suitable body to return, and you're perfect in everyway. Just think, you'll be the one to bring her back to me!"
> You act like Mom
The only way you're going to be able to escape is most likely through trickery, so you get the idea of letting him think Mom's spirit is possessing you.
You immediately fall to the floor and begin to convulse and speaking in gibberish just like you've seen those fakers on televangelist healer programs.
"G..,George! H…he…help m…me! Argh bleh! Garrrgh!" you gibber.
Dad's so gone by this point he believes this act entirely. He runs to your side and holds your hand.
"Bertha! You've returned! W..what do you need? I'll do anything!"
Lacking any complex ideas, you just need to get out of this room.
"W…water! Grah! Lots! Raghhh!"
Dad immediately picks you up and with one hand and unlocks the door. He runs with you towards the stairs where the bathroom is nearly slamming into Peter and Kevin along the way.
"Get out of the fucking way! I have to save your…ARGH!" he cries out when you jam your thumb in his eye causing you to drop you.
"Quick, get all this on camera!" Peter shouts to Kevin.
You recover just in time to avoid Dad trying to grab you.
"You little bitch! Stop fighting it! Your mother MUST enter your body!"
This threat is followed by a stroke of lightning and thunder, which causes Dad to act even crazier.
"Lightning! I know now what I must do! Bertha I will bring you back!" he exclaims and then runs back to the bedroom.
"Peter call the fucking police, I'm getting the hell outta here, Dad's lost it!" you shout
"Kevin, make sure you're getting my good side."
"PETER! This isn't a fucking game! Call them NOW!"
Your demands to Peter are cut off when you see Dad come back with a lightning rod in hand!
"THIS! Will bring her back! The power of lightning will destroy your disobedient soul and allow hers to enter!" he says and then charges at you will the rod.
You run from your crazy ass Dad and manage to get outside where it's storming pretty good. You don't get far when you feel something hit the back of your head and you collapse to the ground.
With the rain beating down, you feel a kick to your ribs to turn you over. You look up and see your Dad with lightning rod in hand.
"AND NOW BERTHA WILL RETURN TO ME!" he shouts with the rod raised over his head ready to bring it down on you.
Dad's lightning rods were always considered the best quality…
Even with there being higher structures in the area, the lightning strikes the rod immediately and fries your Dad to a crisp. Fortunately his legs weren't touching you and you scramble and crawl to a much safer distance.
The lightning doesn't just hit him once but several times before he falls over smoking and completely black. The smell of burnt flesh is strong even in this heavy rain.
"HOLY SHIT!" Kevin shouts still holding the camera.
"You get all that? This is going to make a great finale!" Peter replies.
In the aftermath, Peter does indeed manage to piece together some sort of movie from all this though he can't use the real footage so he makes up a horror movie based on the events. It sort of becomes an underground hit in the horror genre. Due to it being based on you, you get to claim most of the profits. You sell your Mom's ring too, as you don't want to be constantly remembered of that dark day.
With the film money and what you got with the ring, you decide to move out of the basement (and house) to put this life behind you for good. You're not sure what you're going to do exactly, but you won't be a basement dweller anymore. |
This is a little strange, but you have no reason to think that your Dad is going to do anything weird to you. Maybe it's just a piece of jewelry or something. I mean you're his daughter for Christ's sake.
Sure he might've been an absentee father and he's a drunk, but do you really think he'd be so overcome with grief that he'd actually be trying to lure you into the bedroom so that in his twisted mind he could have sex with Mom again?
"What exactly is it that you want to show me?" you ask.
"Come with me, it's in the bedroom." He beckons.
"Can't you bring it out here?"
"Suzy, it's very special. In fact I question on whether I should give it to you, not because you don't deserve it, but because if your other sisters catch wind of it, they might get jealous. So when I give it to you, you can't tell anyone. It'll have to be our secret."
ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FOLLOW YOUR DAD?
I'll give you another chance to reconsider if you're not entirely sure of his intentions.
> You hell no, you know how this is going to end up!
While maybe it's not what you think, but your heightened suspicion based on reading countless incest stories on the internet, his odd behavior, loneliness and depression and the fact he said you took after your Mom…needless to say it's understandable that you think something really wrong is going to happen.
"Yeah…Hey Dad I just remembered I have to go get something. I'll be back."
Your Dad doesn't even reply he just stands there looking a little bewildered. You briskly head back to the basement and hope he doesn't try to follow you. He doesn't. In fact when you creep back upstairs a couple days later he's passed out on the couch as usual. It would seem his attention turned back to booze which is perhaps where it should stay.
With this little example in mind, you come to the conclusion that changing things the way they are isn't such a good idea and you rarely leave the basement ever again. |
That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you!
Okay so you're feeling uncharacteristically motivated today, that's a start, but where exactly you're going to begin is another question.
Getting a job might be the way to go, but you have no idea what you might be qualified for. You could go to a family member for help or your old friend the internet as usual.
> You ask your Uncle Ed
It might be morbid curiosity that's causing you to ask Uncle Ed. He obviously is getting money from somewhere, but you and everyone else can only guess how. It's most likely illegal no doubt.
As you approach the door to the garage, you have a feeling of dread overcome you, but you press on anyway.
Upon opening the door you see Ed's van and various other things that would be in a garage. Everything looks normal. Of course you haven't actually inspected the little apartment space that exists above the garage where Ed actually sleeps.
You make your way up the steps only to find Ed isn't there. His place isn't exactly as you imagined it. It's clean! Everything is neatly packed away. In fact he appears to be the neatest person in the house.
His bed is neatly made and doesn't appear to be slept in, which is odd since his van is here, unless he made it already and went out during the day without his van. Of course that would be out of character behavior for him as you know him to be a night owl.
You shrug your shoulders and decide to wait for him. Waiting for you though doesn't include just sitting, you start to snoop around. Without thinking anything of it you open up his large freezer…
Inside are heads and other body parts. Frozen blood paints the inside of the freezer. You scream in shock and fall backwards.
"So, now you know, what many in this family have probably already whispered about for years. Knew I shouldn't have slept in the van last night."
You turn your head and see Uncle Ed standing by the stairway. His clothing is caked with dried blood and he has a knife in hand.
"Oh…uh…Uncle Ed…um…" you sputter, you're too terrified to even scream out, though Ed gives you some quick instructions on that line of thinking.
"Suzy, before you say anything else. Keep in mind that I kill pretty things like you on a regular basis. If you scream, I'll do it again, family or not and that would be very regrettable. Besides I doubt if anyone would come running anyway."
Ed's threat is completely calm which makes it all the scarier. You just sit down and quietly watch him as he approaches.
"What're you going to do to me?" you ask trying not to think about his possible answers.
"Do? Well…there's a lot of things I WOULD do to you if you weren't my niece. You're just about everything I look for in a girl. Nice, pretty, young. You're even a virgin aren't you? Yeah you are. You know how appealing that is in this age of whores who are only suitable for rape and annihilation?" your uncle says licking his knife in front of your face before stepping back.
"Oh yes, I WOULD have lots of fun with you. However you're family, and I always had a lot of respect for my sister. God rest her soul. And from what I know of you, you're about the only one who followed her value system, which means you respected her too. So you're safe for now…but…"
"But?"
"Well, call me paranoid, but it would really be foolish of me to just let you go after knowing my secret now wouldn't it?"
"But you already said everyone in the family thinks you're a serial killer anyway…"
Ed gets perturbed and holds his knife up.
"Now stop right there. That's the point. They THINK that. They don't know for sure though, and I thought I was doing a good job of keeping them all away too. (Sigh) But I'm not really worried about you telling any of them, I'm more concerned with you going to the police after you leave here. Then I have to move, and then I'd have to come back and do something bad to you when you least expect it. So what could you do that could convince me?"
"My word?"
Ed starts to laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha! You're serious? My you are a unique one. God I wish you weren't family…but anyway no I'm afraid that won't do. While I'm sure you may very well be telling the truth, your moralistic view point and conscience may get the better of you one day and then where would I be. No, I need something else from you. Something that will bond us in a more meaningful way."
You start to panic and what he might be implying and you start to cover yourself with your arms and cross your legs. Again he laughs.
"Oh no, not that my little Suzy. As much as I might like to, that's just not something for me to place on the table. Besides it wouldn't make me inclined to trust you anymore than I do now. Tell me Suzy, what do you know of the Morningstars?"
"The Morningstars? You mean the family that lives in that compound up the street? Not much."
"Hmm, I thought as much. They are a strange lot, I'm surprised nobody has complained about them given their blatantly cultish ways."
"Well people on this block tend to keep to themselves."
"Hm, true. One reason why I like living here. It's perfect really. But there's really only room for one of us."
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious dear girl? The Morningstars ARE cultists. Not sure what they worship, but I know damn well in involves human sacrifice. I've kept an eye on them ever since I noticed a few of their number taking in young girls." Ed says while starring at your body. "These girls are never seen again."
"Uh, how do you know all this?"
"Because sometimes my work overlaps with theirs and I know my prey. And they're encroaching on it. I don't think they're really aware of me yet, but I think they've been getting suspicious."
"Okay so what does all this have to do with me?"
"Right, straight to the point. Well whether you want to be or not, our families are going to embark in a good old fashioned feud. And you're going to be bait."
"What?"
"You heard me. Now as far as I can tell the Patriarch of that family and his eldest son are in absolute control. I figure if you can help me take out those two, that family will fall into chaos and it will be a simple matter of picking off their more incompetent members at leisure."
"So what am I supposed to do exactly?"
"Heh…yeah I guess you might very well be clueless in this sort of thing. Look Suzy, I know you're a good girl…but within every good girl lies a filthy dirty whore. A whore that wants to be fucked and desecrated…"
Uncle Ed seems to be somewhere else for a moment, but he tries to quickly get back on track.
"…uh anyway. YOU need to get in touch with the whore that is within you. You need to flirt, seduce and beguile those two in such a way that will allow me to get them. I really don't think you'll have that much of a problem though."
You take a deep breath and realize you have little choice, but to agree at this point.
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Good girl. I knew I could count on you. I'll be in contact with you soon."
"Alright, I…"
Uncle Ed grabs your arm as you try to leave.
"Remember, we're in this together now. Don't do anything foolish. I really wouldn't want to have to hurt you."
With that final warning, he lets you go.
Completely unnerved and creeped out, you run back to the basement and pace the floor wondering what you should do next.
> You obey Uncle Ed
Ed's got you so scared that you don't dare disobey him. For the next few days you spend your time in the basement as usual hoping that he forgets about you. You barely sleep and you're on edge constantly expecting him to come in to get you. You get sick many times.
Exhausted from fear you eventually give in and fall into a deep sleep…
"Wake up Suzy. It's time." You hear Ed's unpleasant voice say.
As much as you've been dreading this moment, you oddly don't feel quite as sick anymore.
"I'm sorry you had to go through what you did. I figured that would happen so that's why I let it run its course. I think you're sufficiently drained of emotion to the point where you'll be able to pull this off without the chance of hysterics now. I hope you don't mind me dropping in like this…hmm nice little hide away you got here…very dark and isolated…nice."
Uncle Ed continues his inspection of your "domain" as you slowly get up. You know he's getting a kick out of this. You intruded on his "domain" and now he's returning the favor.
"Uncle Ed?"
"Hmm?"
"I gotta get dressed."
"Oh. Please don't let me stop you. In fact I brought you some more appropriate clothing. Wear this."
Your uncle throws you some clothing at you. It's a mini skirt and tight top and basically clothing your sister Donna would wear.
"I took the liberty of getting you some more appropriate clothing. I'm pretty sure I got all the bloodstains out."
You look at this "hookerwear" in disbelief.
"You expect me to wear this stuff?"
"I'm afraid it'll be necessary for you to better lure Bobby and Pa Morningstar. They like to hang out by the park. That's where we're going. Put those on, because while you may have the morals of a saint, you have the body of a harlot… within every virgin lies a fucking slut…whore…"
Ed is successfully making you feel scared again. When he realizes what he's doing he apologizes.
"…I'm sorry Suzy. I get in another place sometimes. I guess you'll want some privacy. I'll wait outside."
Uncle Ed goes upstairs to wait and you try to psyche yourself up for this ordeal. You look at the clothing and put it on which makes you feel really vulnerable. Your legs are exposed, your stomach isn't covered. You feel almost naked.
When you exit the house it's twilight. You didn't realize you slept so long. Ed motions you over to his van where he beeps his horn. You feel like a hooker going to be picked up. You don't say a word when you get in the van.
"Ah yes, you almost look the part now. But let's do one more thing." Ed says and then pulls something out of his jacket. It's lipstick.
Uncle Ed gets close to apply it on you. Again you don't say anything. It doesn't take long, and then he shows you what you look like in a mirror. He's done a good job. Probably better than you could have considering you've never worn any make up of any kind. It would appear that Uncle Ed's done this before.
"Wish I had some eye liner, but we don't have time for all that. Your eyes are pretty enough without it though. You're a very lucky girl to be blessed with such natural beauty." Ed says as he starts up the van.
The drive to the park is uneventful. When you get near there, Ed stops the van to brief you.
"Alright, I don't want to get too close yet, but the father and son duo should be sitting at a picnic table over near that lightly wooded area way over there. I've been keeping up with their routines a bit, so they should be there. Now that area is a little secluded, but not enough, I need you to actually lure them into the woods. I'll take care of the rest. After we do this, me and you will be even and I'll be able to trust you completely."
"What if I can't lure them into the woods? What if they try to kill me?"
"They won't try to kill you. They don't do it that way. And I have faith that you'll be able to lure them. No man can resist a whore…"
Sensing your uncle is going to his dark place again, you cut the conversation short.
"Okay, I'm leaving…" you say quickly getting out of the van and nearly running off. You're so glad to be out of his presence.
You look around the park which is still fairly populated at this time, though most of the families are going home now. You're drawing some looks from several teenage guys though. You get a lot of comments as well. You aren't used to it so now you're afraid of getting assaulted by some horny teenagers. But like most teenage guys, they do a lot of barking, but don't actually do anything.
Eventually you reach the area your uncle was talking about. You see a young man sitting at a table by himself, you know that's Bobby having seen him a few time before in the neighborhood. No sign of his father though. No sign of your uncle either, but you sense he's somewhere nearby.
As you approach Bobby you see that he must be preoccupied because he isn't even looking up. It's like he's deep in thought.
Searching your memory of how you've seen it done in movies and TV, you try your best to be seductive.
"Hello." Is all you can think of.
Bobby looks up.
"Erm, hello? Do I know you?"
"You might. I'm Suzy. I live down the street from you."
"Oh yeah…I haven't seen you for quite awhile."
"Well, I'm around, I just don't get out much."
"Hm. So what brings you out here?"
"Oh sometimes I like to take walks by myself. You know clear my head from family troubles."
"Well I can understand all about family trouble, let me tell you. But I've never seen you here before. I come here quite a bit and I can honestly say I would remember you walking around." Bobby says looking you up and down referring to your state of dress.
You get a little shy, and try to think of an excuse.
"Oh this get up? Well, I don't usually dress like this, these are my sister's clothes. I lost a bet with her. It's a bit complicated."
"Ah, say no more. Family again. (Sigh)"
That's the second time Bobby's mentioned family in a distracted manner again, so you decide to follow up on it before he presses you for more information.
"Is there something wrong?" you ask as you sit down.
Bobby looks hesitant to tell you at first, but when you smile at him from across the table, he lets down whatever guard he might've had up.
"It's my Dad. He's so demanding. I come from a very large family and just because I'm the oldest son I have all this extra responsibility! I'm expected to keep all my siblings in line, I'm supposed to take over when Dad's gone. I'm supposed to do all this shit and it's always been that way all my life and it sucks! Tiamat forbid that I get to do some stuff by myself."
"Uh…Tiamat?" you question, but Bobby doesn't stop his rant to explain that oddity.
"My Dad still treats me like a little kid sometimes. I have to go with him to do all these important things and he takes every opportunity to point out all my shortcomings, without listening to any of my ideas! We were supposed to do something to today and instead of doing it, we spent the whole day arguing. He stormed off and told me I better get my shit together by the time he comes back. In fact he left not too long after you showed up. If he saw me talking to you, he'd probably accuse me of not paying attention to my so called duties."
"Is your dad still here, where did he go?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't be fortunate enough for him to leave me alone that long. He went to go cool off in those woods over there…"
Your heart begins to race quicker at that thought. If Pa Morningstar went into the woods then he might've already run into Uncle Ed. Things on your part are probably going to be a lot easier now.
Part of you wants warn Bobby though since you sort of sympathize with him on some level.
> You warn Bobby
You can't go through with this. You know your life is going to be in danger and that Pa Morningstar may very well already be dead, but you can't actively be involved in killing anyone directly or indirectly.
Your demeanor changes from one of feigned cheerfulness, to one of scared candor. You even take Bobby's hand which shocks him a little.
"Bobby, you opened up to me, so I'm going to open up to you. We need to go into that woods right now, because your dad might be in serious trouble."
"What?! What're you talking about?"
"There's no time to explain, but my uncle is going to kill him!" you exclaim and get up trying to pull Bobby with you.
Bobby starts to move, but insists that you tell him in more detail of what is going on. You do in a very condensed fashion which causes him to pause.
"So wait, you're working with your uncle to kill me and my dad in the woods? And now you want ME to go in there?"
"NO! I was bullied into helping my uncle, but I couldn't do it that's why I'm warning you now, so that you can save your dad!"
Bobby stops completely.
"Why would I do that?"
"What? Come on it may already be too late!"
"So what if it is? Look Suzy, you don't know my dad like I do. The guy has barely any fucking redeeming qualities and those he does have he barely shows most of the time. Fuck him."
"B…but he's your father!"
"What of it? Just because someone is related to you don't mean anything if they're complete assholes to you and treat you like shit your whole life. Hell he hasn't even been the worst to me. He's been a fucking abusive tyrant to my whole family. I'm sure all of them at some point have thought about killing him themselves. Shit, I know I have."
You certainly didn't expect this reaction. You don't know what to do now, you start to cry.
"Now what's wrong with you?" Bobby asks.
"I wish I could be that brave, but I'm so scared. Now that you know what's going on you can avoid your fate. But I'm still in danger. My Uncle Ed is gonna (Sob!) kill me!"
"Hey…Shhh…Hey…don't cry. Don't cry. Look you are brave. I mean it took courage to tip me off didn't it? You went against your uncle's threats and took a chance that I wouldn't flip out and kill you myself right?"
"(Sniff) I guess so."
"Look…your uncle is still expecting me right?"
"Probably."
"Well let's wait a minute or two, then I'll go in the woods and I'll take care of your uncle Ed."
At this point Bobby lifts open his jacket and quickly displays a large knife of his own. It's rather ornate from what little you see of it. "I'm prepared." He says
He spends the next few minutes calming you down, but then begins to mumble some sort of prayers. You can't make out most of them, but they certainly don't sound Christian and you hear the name Tiamat a lot.
After he finishes he turns to you and smiles.
"Okay I'm going into the woods. YOU wait here. Now one of two things will happen. Either I'll come out and your uncle will be dead. Or your uncle will come out and I'll be dead, and you can still take credit for luring me into the woods. Just tell him you told me to make up with my dad or something. He should buy that, and you'll be still be safe."
"What about your dad?" you ask.
"My dad? He's probably dead. If he was still alive he would've came out by now. Obviously Tiamat had forsaken him, if he was taken down by the likes of your uncle."
Bobby makes his way into the woods.
You wait at the table for awhile in the darkness. There isn't a soul around. You continue to look into the woods waiting for someone to step out. Bobby, Uncle Ed, Pa Morningstar, anyone…
Eventually someone does and it's Bobby. He looks a little roughed up and there are bloodstains on his clothes. You can only guess that it wasn't an easy kill.
"Sheesh, that was intense. Your uncle might've killed me, if I hadn't known he was lurking around. I think what caused him to go off his game plan was when I mentioned you told me that he was waiting. I think he wanted to yell at that point, because his calm killer demeanor turned into white hot rage. Still he never made a grand outburst, he just mumbled something about ripping you apart after he was done with me. Well we better get out of here. You need a ride home?"
You back off a little bit. As much as you didn't want to be involved in Bobby's murder, you're not entirely trusting of him. You know for certain that he and his family are indeed cultists that sacrifice people to this Tiamat he's mentioned a few times.
"Uh…not that I don't appreciate the offer, but maybe I should walk home."
"Walk? In that outfit and through this area? You'd be safer with me. I'm not going to do anything to you."
"How do I know you aren't going to sacrifice me to Tiamat?"
"…well I suppose you don't. However, all I can say is that I'm in a better mood than I was, and that's thanks mostly to you. I can now run the compound the way I want to and communicate to Tiamat directly as the new high priest. Plus you did warn me of your uncle and possibly saved my life. So I'd say you're safe. I mean it's not like you're going to blab about any of this right?"
Bobby is smiling. He's even a little playful, but you get the very real feeling he is warning you.
"No, no of course I won't."
"Good! I'm glad that's settled then. Come on let's go."
You follow Bobby to his car and sit quietly. Bobby turns on the radio and begins humming happily to the heavy metal music playing. Halfway home he speaks to you directly.
"So, you wanna go out sometime?" he asks.
"What?!" you say in total surprise.
"Do you wanna go out? I mean it seems like we got some stuff in common. And before all this went down it seemed like there was a spark there. At least I felt a little something. It's why I told you about my dad, which was a major place of trust on my part given that you were a virtual stranger."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"As you might guess my family isn't much for outsiders. None of us gets out all that much. I was one of the luckier ones, being the eldest son and all, but I still had strict guidelines. Fucking your sister alleviates the tension so to speak, but really it doesn't allow for a good future bloodline. Well that's the way I see it anyway. So, how about it?"
"Well, I dunno. I don't get out much either. Though that's by choice, not because anyone made me."
"Hah. Sounds like you were your own prisoner. Come on, let's go out. It'll be good for the both of us, you can tell me all about your obviously fucked up family on the date."
"I wouldn't even know where to start." You laugh.
"See that's the spirit! If it helps you don't have to dress like that either." Bobby points at your clothing.
"I don't normally wear this sort of thing."
"Yeah, I sort of figured that. You didn't seem comfortable in it from the moment I saw you. Hell, if I had to guess. You're still a virgin."
You're amazed at Bobby's insight.
"Is it THAT obvious? My Uncle Ed knew too when he roped me into this."
"Well it's probably more obvious to us predatory types even if we don't know that much about the person. Darkness is often drawn to purity. Don't worry though; Tiamat doesn't have a predisposition toward virgin blood. You're still safe."
"Well lucky me."
Bobby stops in front of your house. You didn't realize you were already so close to home.
"Here you are. See, nice and safe. So…do you want to go out sometime?"
You look at Bobby and its crazy that after all that's happened tonight, you do feel a certain spark between you.
"Okay what the hell. Come pick me up whenever you're able I suppose. You know where I live and I never go anywhere so I'll be here."
"Alright then, but first…"
Bobby quickly leans over and steals a quick kiss from you before you get out of the car.
Your first kiss. You always wondered if it would happen. You feel completely giggly. He smiles in satisfaction.
"See you soon!" he says and drives home. You head back to the basement nearly walking on air. A good thing came out of all this and you fall asleep with no problems for the first time in the past few days.
The wonderful dreams you have that night you know are just glimpse into the reality that is sure to come. |
Ed's got you so scared that you don't dare disobey him. For the next few days you spend your time in the basement as usual hoping that he forgets about you. You barely sleep and you're on edge constantly expecting him to come in to get you. You get sick many times.
Exhausted from fear you eventually give in and fall into a deep sleep…
"Wake up Suzy. It's time." You hear Ed's unpleasant voice say.
As much as you've been dreading this moment, you oddly don't feel quite as sick anymore.
"I'm sorry you had to go through what you did. I figured that would happen so that's why I let it run its course. I think you're sufficiently drained of emotion to the point where you'll be able to pull this off without the chance of hysterics now. I hope you don't mind me dropping in like this…hmm nice little hide away you got here…very dark and isolated…nice."
Uncle Ed continues his inspection of your "domain" as you slowly get up. You know he's getting a kick out of this. You intruded on his "domain" and now he's returning the favor.
"Uncle Ed?"
"Hmm?"
"I gotta get dressed."
"Oh. Please don't let me stop you. In fact I brought you some more appropriate clothing. Wear this."
Your uncle throws you some clothing at you. It's a mini skirt and tight top and basically clothing your sister Donna would wear.
"I took the liberty of getting you some more appropriate clothing. I'm pretty sure I got all the bloodstains out."
You look at this "hookerwear" in disbelief.
"You expect me to wear this stuff?"
"I'm afraid it'll be necessary for you to better lure Bobby and Pa Morningstar. They like to hang out by the park. That's where we're going. Put those on, because while you may have the morals of a saint, you have the body of a harlot… within every virgin lies a fucking slut…whore…"
Ed is successfully making you feel scared again. When he realizes what he's doing he apologizes.
"…I'm sorry Suzy. I get in another place sometimes. I guess you'll want some privacy. I'll wait outside."
Uncle Ed goes upstairs to wait and you try to psyche yourself up for this ordeal. You look at the clothing and put it on which makes you feel really vulnerable. Your legs are exposed, your stomach isn't covered. You feel almost naked.
When you exit the house it's twilight. You didn't realize you slept so long. Ed motions you over to his van where he beeps his horn. You feel like a hooker going to be picked up. You don't say a word when you get in the van.
"Ah yes, you almost look the part now. But let's do one more thing." Ed says and then pulls something out of his jacket. It's lipstick.
Uncle Ed gets close to apply it on you. Again you don't say anything. It doesn't take long, and then he shows you what you look like in a mirror. He's done a good job. Probably better than you could have considering you've never worn any make up of any kind. It would appear that Uncle Ed's done this before.
"Wish I had some eye liner, but we don't have time for all that. Your eyes are pretty enough without it though. You're a very lucky girl to be blessed with such natural beauty." Ed says as he starts up the van.
The drive to the park is uneventful. When you get near there, Ed stops the van to brief you.
"Alright, I don't want to get too close yet, but the father and son duo should be sitting at a picnic table over near that lightly wooded area way over there. I've been keeping up with their routines a bit, so they should be there. Now that area is a little secluded, but not enough, I need you to actually lure them into the woods. I'll take care of the rest. After we do this, me and you will be even and I'll be able to trust you completely."
"What if I can't lure them into the woods? What if they try to kill me?"
"They won't try to kill you. They don't do it that way. And I have faith that you'll be able to lure them. No man can resist a whore…"
Sensing your uncle is going to his dark place again, you cut the conversation short.
"Okay, I'm leaving…" you say quickly getting out of the van and nearly running off. You're so glad to be out of his presence.
You look around the park which is still fairly populated at this time, though most of the families are going home now. You're drawing some looks from several teenage guys though. You get a lot of comments as well. You aren't used to it so now you're afraid of getting assaulted by some horny teenagers. But like most teenage guys, they do a lot of barking, but don't actually do anything.
Eventually you reach the area your uncle was talking about. You see a young man sitting at a table by himself, you know that's Bobby having seen him a few time before in the neighborhood. No sign of his father though. No sign of your uncle either, but you sense he's somewhere nearby.
As you approach Bobby you see that he must be preoccupied because he isn't even looking up. It's like he's deep in thought.
Searching your memory of how you've seen it done in movies and TV, you try your best to be seductive.
"Hello." Is all you can think of.
Bobby looks up.
"Erm, hello? Do I know you?"
"You might. I'm Suzy. I live down the street from you."
"Oh yeah…I haven't seen you for quite awhile."
"Well, I'm around, I just don't get out much."
"Hm. So what brings you out here?"
"Oh sometimes I like to take walks by myself. You know clear my head from family troubles."
"Well I can understand all about family trouble, let me tell you. But I've never seen you here before. I come here quite a bit and I can honestly say I would remember you walking around." Bobby says looking you up and down referring to your state of dress.
You get a little shy, and try to think of an excuse.
"Oh this get up? Well, I don't usually dress like this, these are my sister's clothes. I lost a bet with her. It's a bit complicated."
"Ah, say no more. Family again. (Sigh)"
That's the second time Bobby's mentioned family in a distracted manner again, so you decide to follow up on it before he presses you for more information.
"Is there something wrong?" you ask as you sit down.
Bobby looks hesitant to tell you at first, but when you smile at him from across the table, he lets down whatever guard he might've had up.
"It's my Dad. He's so demanding. I come from a very large family and just because I'm the oldest son I have all this extra responsibility! I'm expected to keep all my siblings in line, I'm supposed to take over when Dad's gone. I'm supposed to do all this shit and it's always been that way all my life and it sucks! Tiamat forbid that I get to do some stuff by myself."
"Uh…Tiamat?" you question, but Bobby doesn't stop his rant to explain that oddity.
"My Dad still treats me like a little kid sometimes. I have to go with him to do all these important things and he takes every opportunity to point out all my shortcomings, without listening to any of my ideas! We were supposed to do something to today and instead of doing it, we spent the whole day arguing. He stormed off and told me I better get my shit together by the time he comes back. In fact he left not too long after you showed up. If he saw me talking to you, he'd probably accuse me of not paying attention to my so called duties."
"Is your dad still here, where did he go?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't be fortunate enough for him to leave me alone that long. He went to go cool off in those woods over there…"
Your heart begins to race quicker at that thought. If Pa Morningstar went into the woods then he might've already run into Uncle Ed. Things on your part are probably going to be a lot easier now.
Part of you wants warn Bobby though since you sort of sympathize with him on some level.
> You don't warn him
It's pointless, even if you did warn Bobby then what? You can't count on him to help you and you'd be at Uncle Ed's mercy. No, you need to go through with this.
You just hope you can convince Bobby to actually go into the woods. From the sound of it, he's not to happy with his dad right now who's supposed to be in the woods, so it wouldn't be likely he'd follow you there to do anything sexual.
You decide to try a different approach.
"Bobby. I know it might not be my place, but I think you should make up with your father."
"What?! You're taking his side? Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!" he snaps. "Hold on slow down, I sympathize with you. I really do. But remember he's family."
Bobby calms down and listens to you.
"Sometimes family can be overbearing and annoying and all of that. Trust me I know. But like I said, they're still family. And when it comes down to it, they're the only ones who you can usually count on. There's a bond there. A strong one that shouldn't be easily broken over a silly argument. I'm sure deep down you dad cares about you."
Bobby looks at you and nods.
"Yeah…yeah…I suppose you're right. My dad has always been there for me. For all of us. He must care, I mean I'm the next one to take his place in case anything happens to him. I guess he just wants the best for me. I need to go find him."
"You want me to come with you?"
"Heh, no you've done enough. Besides I'm trying to make up with the old bastard, if he sees you, it might get complicated. I need to go alone. Thanks though. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." Bobby says quickly getting up to leave.
"Yeah. Maybe. H…hey I'll stay here though in case he comes out and you miss him okay?" you shout at Bobby, but he's already entered the woods.
You wait at the table for awhile in the darkness. There isn't a soul around. You continue to look into the woods waiting for someone to step out. Bobby, Uncle Ed, Pa Morningstar, anyone…
"So you ready to go Suzy?" you hear Uncle Ed say as he puts a hand on your shoulder and scaring you again.
"Oh shit! Fuck! You scared me!" you gasp. "Where the hell did you come from, I didn't see anyone come out of the woods.
"Oh I took the scenic route. You should be more alert though and look all around you so you don't get anyone to sneak up on you again. Come on the van's in the parking lot."
You head towards the lot with Uncle Ed by your side the entire time. He's pretty quiet on the way to the van. He's not even staring at you anymore. Doesn't make him any less creepy or dangerous though. In fact the trip back home in the van is pretty quiet as well half way through.
"So, Suzy how did you manage to do that?" Ed suddenly asks.
"Do what?"
"Get those Morningstars to go into the woods, separately too I might add. Boy that made things a lot easier. Thanks. But I never saw you. In fact I thought you'd screwed up at first when I only saw Pa Morningstar there wandering around and so early."
"Well, he and his son had an argument. Pa stormed off into the woods to cool off, shortly before I even got there. So that's why you bumped into him so quickly."
"Really? Guess that was a lucky break for you then. What about the son?"
"I convinced Bobby to make up with his father, because it was important that family stick together no matter what. So he went into the woods to do so."
Uncle Ed nods.
"Well it didn't go quite as planned, but it went easier than I expected. And more importantly I'm pretty sure I can trust you now. But not just because you're an accomplice to murder now, but because of what you just said about it being important that family stick together. You really do believe that don't you?"
You look at Ed, and it takes a lot of effort, but you convince yourself that you do.
"Yes, I do."
Ed nods again and doesn't speak again until you get back home at which point he says one last thing to you before you get out of the van.
"You're a good girl Suzy. A very good girl. Your Mom would be proud. Hell, you didn't even need to rely on your looks. You're one of the rare ones. (Sigh) Wish things were different, y'know? But things are what they are. Guess I better leave. No sense in causing you distress. This isn't the life for you. I'll be out of here by morning."
Ed starts to laugh as he gets out of the van.
"Ha ha I just thought of something funny. I killed those two because they were encroaching on my territory, but now I'm leaving anyway. Oh well, guess it just wasn't their night."
You leave Ed to his morbid sense of humor and back to the "safety" of your basement. You don't leave it for days. You swing from emotion to emotion. Guilt, fear, sickness, sorrow, etc. Eventually you leave to check the garage, because you just have to know if he really left, and he did. Apparently Moon Shadow and Tommy moved into the garage shortly after Ed left. The garage has been completely redecorated into a much "happier" place.
In time you learn to live with what you were involved in, but you become even more distant and introverted. You never leave the basement again. |
It might be morbid curiosity that's causing you to ask Uncle Ed. He obviously is getting money from somewhere, but you and everyone else can only guess how. It's most likely illegal no doubt.
As you approach the door to the garage, you have a feeling of dread overcome you, but you press on anyway.
Upon opening the door you see Ed's van and various other things that would be in a garage. Everything looks normal. Of course you haven't actually inspected the little apartment space that exists above the garage where Ed actually sleeps.
You make your way up the steps only to find Ed isn't there. His place isn't exactly as you imagined it. It's clean! Everything is neatly packed away. In fact he appears to be the neatest person in the house.
His bed is neatly made and doesn't appear to be slept in, which is odd since his van is here, unless he made it already and went out during the day without his van. Of course that would be out of character behavior for him as you know him to be a night owl.
You shrug your shoulders and decide to wait for him. Waiting for you though doesn't include just sitting, you start to snoop around. Without thinking anything of it you open up his large freezer…
Inside are heads and other body parts. Frozen blood paints the inside of the freezer. You scream in shock and fall backwards.
"So, now you know, what many in this family have probably already whispered about for years. Knew I shouldn't have slept in the van last night."
You turn your head and see Uncle Ed standing by the stairway. His clothing is caked with dried blood and he has a knife in hand.
"Oh…uh…Uncle Ed…um…" you sputter, you're too terrified to even scream out, though Ed gives you some quick instructions on that line of thinking.
"Suzy, before you say anything else. Keep in mind that I kill pretty things like you on a regular basis. If you scream, I'll do it again, family or not and that would be very regrettable. Besides I doubt if anyone would come running anyway."
Ed's threat is completely calm which makes it all the scarier. You just sit down and quietly watch him as he approaches.
"What're you going to do to me?" you ask trying not to think about his possible answers.
"Do? Well…there's a lot of things I WOULD do to you if you weren't my niece. You're just about everything I look for in a girl. Nice, pretty, young. You're even a virgin aren't you? Yeah you are. You know how appealing that is in this age of whores who are only suitable for rape and annihilation?" your uncle says licking his knife in front of your face before stepping back.
"Oh yes, I WOULD have lots of fun with you. However you're family, and I always had a lot of respect for my sister. God rest her soul. And from what I know of you, you're about the only one who followed her value system, which means you respected her too. So you're safe for now…but…"
"But?"
"Well, call me paranoid, but it would really be foolish of me to just let you go after knowing my secret now wouldn't it?"
"But you already said everyone in the family thinks you're a serial killer anyway…"
Ed gets perturbed and holds his knife up.
"Now stop right there. That's the point. They THINK that. They don't know for sure though, and I thought I was doing a good job of keeping them all away too. (Sigh) But I'm not really worried about you telling any of them, I'm more concerned with you going to the police after you leave here. Then I have to move, and then I'd have to come back and do something bad to you when you least expect it. So what could you do that could convince me?"
"My word?"
Ed starts to laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha! You're serious? My you are a unique one. God I wish you weren't family…but anyway no I'm afraid that won't do. While I'm sure you may very well be telling the truth, your moralistic view point and conscience may get the better of you one day and then where would I be. No, I need something else from you. Something that will bond us in a more meaningful way."
You start to panic and what he might be implying and you start to cover yourself with your arms and cross your legs. Again he laughs.
"Oh no, not that my little Suzy. As much as I might like to, that's just not something for me to place on the table. Besides it wouldn't make me inclined to trust you anymore than I do now. Tell me Suzy, what do you know of the Morningstars?"
"The Morningstars? You mean the family that lives in that compound up the street? Not much."
"Hmm, I thought as much. They are a strange lot, I'm surprised nobody has complained about them given their blatantly cultish ways."
"Well people on this block tend to keep to themselves."
"Hm, true. One reason why I like living here. It's perfect really. But there's really only room for one of us."
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious dear girl? The Morningstars ARE cultists. Not sure what they worship, but I know damn well in involves human sacrifice. I've kept an eye on them ever since I noticed a few of their number taking in young girls." Ed says while starring at your body. "These girls are never seen again."
"Uh, how do you know all this?"
"Because sometimes my work overlaps with theirs and I know my prey. And they're encroaching on it. I don't think they're really aware of me yet, but I think they've been getting suspicious."
"Okay so what does all this have to do with me?"
"Right, straight to the point. Well whether you want to be or not, our families are going to embark in a good old fashioned feud. And you're going to be bait."
"What?"
"You heard me. Now as far as I can tell the Patriarch of that family and his eldest son are in absolute control. I figure if you can help me take out those two, that family will fall into chaos and it will be a simple matter of picking off their more incompetent members at leisure."
"So what am I supposed to do exactly?"
"Heh…yeah I guess you might very well be clueless in this sort of thing. Look Suzy, I know you're a good girl…but within every good girl lies a filthy dirty whore. A whore that wants to be fucked and desecrated…"
Uncle Ed seems to be somewhere else for a moment, but he tries to quickly get back on track.
"…uh anyway. YOU need to get in touch with the whore that is within you. You need to flirt, seduce and beguile those two in such a way that will allow me to get them. I really don't think you'll have that much of a problem though."
You take a deep breath and realize you have little choice, but to agree at this point.
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Good girl. I knew I could count on you. I'll be in contact with you soon."
"Alright, I…"
Uncle Ed grabs your arm as you try to leave.
"Remember, we're in this together now. Don't do anything foolish. I really wouldn't want to have to hurt you."
With that final warning, he lets you go.
Completely unnerved and creeped out, you run back to the basement and pace the floor wondering what you should do next.
> You call police
Wasting no time you decide to call the police. Uncle Ed cannot possibly clean up his place in time, especially not if he doesn't know the police are being called.
You explain the situation to them, and they say they'll send someone over right away and for you not to try to stop your uncle yourself.
Soon the police arrive. Not just one but two cop cars. On your way to meet them you bump into Peter and Kevin who are filming something pointless as usual.
"Suzy what's going on?" Peter asks.
"The cops are here, Uncle Ed's a serial killer!"
"HOLY SHIT! The cops? I gotta get outta here!" Kevin exclaims and runs off to hide somewhere in the house.
"Hah! I always knew something was weird with him. I'm filming this shit." Peter says taking the camera Kevin dropped.
Before you can get to the front door you hear a crash, shouting and the screeching of a vehicle followed by gun fire! Uncle Ed is escaping in his van! You rush outside just in time to see one cop car give chase and another officer calling for backup and paramedics for his partner who was run down.
After the initial chaos has died down, the police question you and the rest of the family. They also take the opportunity to search the entire house when they find the body parts in Ed's freezer.
This all doesn't go over well for any of you.
They start out by questioning you, and you help out as much you can, but now you're terrified that Ed is going to come back to kill you. You breakdown in the middle of it and have to be taken to a hospital. This fortunately allows you to miss most of the other "fun" that occurred…
Dad was half passed out, but when they tried to wake him he gets hostile and throws a punch at one of the cops. They cuff him and take him into custody.
Peter attempts to make out like he discovered everything and asking if other news crews are going to be over. They dismiss him as the annoying fuck he is and tell him if he doesn't get the camera out of their faces they'll take him in for obstructing a police investigation. Naturally he cries about the Bill of Rights. They follow up with taking his camera away as evidence and throw him into the back of a police car right next to Dad.
They find Kevin hiding in a cupboard. They find a large quantity of drug on him and he gets a seat in the back of yet another police car.
The worst part comes when Ben has just happened to come up from his bunker to get some supplies. He thinks government agents finally come to get him and opens fire on them. The shoot out lasts a couple hours and doesn't end until Ben is lying dead with several gunshots in him. This of course causes great outrage and sorrow from Moon Shadow and Tommy who see this happen before their eyes. They too are taken away.
Neither one of your sisters were home at the time during this drama, but when Kelly finds out when she comes home later, she's pissed. (Donna doesn't find out until a couple days later since she was partying) She bails out Dad and Peter and blames you for everything. She comes to see you in the hospital and tells you that you that the house has been seized and that they'll all have to find a new place to live! She also tells you that wherever it is they move to, you won't be welcome back and that nobody wants to see you again for all the trouble you cause.
You try to explain your side, but none of them want to listen. It doesn't matter that Uncle Ed was a serial killer, you disrupted the natural order of things in the house and everyone's life has been made even worse because of it. Especially yours.
After getting released from the hospital you're now homeless. You can't really think of any other ideas, so you call your friend Julie and ask if you can stay with her. Fortunately she says you can, but that you'll have to get there yourself because she's too busy with an orgy at the moment.
Unfortunately you never make it.
Even with the police having a manhunt, even with your heightened state of danger. Uncle Ed keeps his promise.
You don't even hear him until he's grabbed your mouth, dragged you into an alley and whispered into your ear.
"My only regret is I won't be able to take my time with you, traitorous bitch."
A razor sharp knife is run across your throat, allowing for a quick clean kill. Uncle Ed then leaves you to bleed out and die. |
That's the spirit! I knew you had it in you!
Okay so you're feeling uncharacteristically motivated today, that's a start, but where exactly you're going to begin is another question.
Getting a job might be the way to go, but you have no idea what you might be qualified for. You could go to a family member for help or your old friend the internet as usual.
> You ask the internet
Well it's always been there for you before; it might as well be there for you again.
You go online and start looking up a local job site. Naturally there doesn't seem to be anything you want to do, let alone be qualified for.
After your half-assed attempt at "looking" for a job, your attention begins to wander and you start surfing the internet like you always do. Soon you get an instant message from Julie. She hasn't sent one in a long time; she must either have something serious to talk about or…
Parteegurl69: HAY SUZEE!1! PARTY TONITE! GET OUTTA DAT BASEMENT AND GET LAID FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIF! LOL1!!!111!
That.
Maiden4ever: Hi Julie.
Parteegurl69: HAY SO LIEK R U CUMMING TO MY PARTY? LOTZ O GUYZ WILL BE THERE!
Maiden4ever: You party all the time and there are always a lot of guys at your place, what makes this one so different?
Parteegurl69: CUZ! UR GONNA BE THERE THIS TIME! SIRISLY U NEED TO CUM. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU BOUT SOMETHING 2.
Maiden4ever: Why don't you just tell me you think you're pregnant again right now?
Parteegurl69: LOL. NO IZ NOT THAT. I NEED TO SEE U IN PERSON ITS SUMTHIN I GOT TO TELL U FACE 2 FACE. BUT I ALSO WANT U TO HAVE SUM FUN 2 4 ONCE.
Maiden69: You can't tell me online?
Parteegurl69: NO I GOT TO TELL U IN PERSON. PLZ CUM!11!!!1
Normally you're not the type to go to parties, let alone the glorified orgies she calls parties, but if she really does have something to tell you in person it has to be important. She's never been known to exaggerate in times like this. Though you wonder if it's really all that serious considering that she's still having a party tonight.
Maiden4ever: Alright Julie I'll try to be there, but if I do get there, I'll only be there to talk to you. I'm not staying.
Parteegurl69: UR CUMMIN KEWL! C U TONIGHT AT 6!
Julie logs off and you continue to browse the internet for hours like you were doing. Eventually you hear a faint knock on the door and whispering.
You quickly open the door and see Peter and his friend Kevin standing there.
"Oh hi Suzy, we were just wondering if you'd like to have the honor in being in my movie."
"Bullshit. You were seeing if I was in here or not to steal more of my clothes! I told you to stop that!"
"I wasn't! I seriously wanted to know if you'd be interested in taking part in the movie."
"Peter, you've been making this so called movie for like two years now, what the hell is it even about? I mean the only thing I've seen you do is walk around the house filming insignificant stuff. I mean have you even posted any of your crap on YouTube at least to see if ANYONE would even be interested?"
"YouTube? Pshaw! I AM a film maker! Not some fly by night hack! I'm creating a vision! My movie is going to be about life! It'll be the best art house movie ever! So, you should be grateful that I'm allowing you the chance to be in this thing at all!"
"Gee, I'm so flattered. Anyway don't you already have a ton of footage of me already? I mean your pervo junkie friend is always aiming the camera at me when I'm around. Just like now." You say pointing at Kevin who is shamelessly pointing the camera at your crotch.
"No, Suzy. That footage is mostly unusable will be edited. I need real scene with you. So how about it? I promise I'll stop borrowing your clothes and I'll give you five percent of the profits this movie will make along with credit! And trust me when this thing becomes well known you'll thank me that I gave you this generous offer!"
"(Sigh) How long is this going to take?"
"It may very well go into the night! So if you want in, I suggest you clear your schedule. Hah, look at who I'm talking to, you don't have a life, so what else have you got to do?"
Peter's obnoxiousness aside, you almost don't mind doing this if it'll get him to stop stealing your clothes. You also aren't completely gung-ho about going to Julie's party either.
> You help Peter with his movie
"Oh alright, I'll help you with your movie."
"Excellent! You'll see in time that you made the right decision. Okay, Kevin go fetch the supplies."
"Supplies?" you ask as Kevin complies and gives Peter the camcorder.
"Oh just some props and such." Peter starts to look around your room and then places the camcorder in a position so it's facing your bed. "There, that should do it for the initial scene. I'll take it in for a close up later."
"Excuse me, but WHAT are you exactly intending to film here?"
"The love scene for my movie of course."
While you stand in disbelief, Kevin comes back stripped to his underwear with a big bag in one hand and some lube in his other.
"Woo! Yeah! I'm ready to do this thing!" Kevin says in a hyper tone. Apparently he's taken something to speed him up.
"NO NO NO NO! I am NOT having sex on camera! Least of all with that disgusting freak!"
"What's the big deal? It's just sex. Look if it'll make you feel any better, Kevin will wear a condom."
"What? That wasn't part of the plan. You said I could fuck her straight bareback if she agreed to help us…"
"NOBODY IS FUCKING ME!" you yell to make yourself heard and your attitude on the situation final, unfortunately Kevin doesn't seem to get it.
"Aw come on Suzy, I know you gotta be dyin' to get laid." He says and starts to grope your breasts with one hand, and grind up against your ass. You can feel his little cock poking you and that's when you totally lose it.
"Leave me the fuck alone asshole!" you say and throw Kevin on the floor. You then proceed to kick him.
"Ah! Shit! Damn! Fuck! Feels good!" Kevin says. Sonofabitch is actually enjoying you kick the shit out of him. To be quite honest you're starting to like it too, you wonder if you've learned something about yourself today.
Peter of course gets a cunning plan.
"Y'know, this could still work. Suzy would you be interested in wearing a dominatrix outfit while you beat the hell out of Kevin? You wouldn't have to have sex with him and this could still serve as the romance scene for my movie."
> You agree with Peter's idea
"Sure, why not, I'm just getting started." You say stopping momentarily from kicking Kevin.
"Great! My movie will be even better! There's a dominatrix outfit in that bag, don't worry nobody else has worn it yet."
You quickly get the outfit and head to the small enclosed toilet area in the basement to change. The leather "catsuit" is a tight fit, but that's to be expected. You feel a sense of euphoria overwhelm you, never before have to felt so comfortable.
When you leave, you see Peter has the camera in hand and Kevin is all stretched out and tied up to one of the hanging ceiling pipes in the main area of the basement, rather than your room. Which is just as well since you really didn't want any mess there
"Hey you look great Suzy. You'll find some useful tools in that bag too. Just grab some and do whatever comes natural."
And you do. Boy, do you ever! You start out by whipping Kevin on his back at first. Much like the kicking, he seems to enjoy it.
You then move on to a big paddle and start spanking his bare ass. Again he likes it. He's also probably not registering a lot of the pain due to his drug intake. This frustrates you. You want him to HURT.
You pull out a big ass dildo next…
He feels that. Boy, does he ever!
"Peter! This wasn't part of the deal! I don't want to be ARGH penetrated!"
"Shut up and like it, bitch!" you snarl.
"Beautiful! This is great stuff!" Peter exclaims getting a close up.
You continue to abuse Kevin's rectum with the dildo for a good ten minutes the whole time he's begging you to stop. It's completely covered in blood and shit by the time you're tired of using it.
"Is that it? Damn I was hoping for more." Peter says.
"…No…no more…no…" Kevin sputters in exhausted pain.
You say nothing and throw the dildo back in the bag and reach in for something else, namely a strap on. You quickly adjust it to your leather catsuit.
This time you put a ball gag on Kevin so that he can't scream as loud from the irreparable damage you're about to do to his motherfucking asshole.
Peter is there get shot after shot of the fairly gruesome scene. He makes sure to get a close up of the anguish on Kevin's face, and the look of ecstasy in yours when you have an orgasm sometime during your rape of Kevin's gaping hole.
Eventually Kevin passes out from the pain and you decide you've had your fill too. Peter stops filming.
"That was better than I could've imagined! Thanks Suzy! I swear you are definitely getting credit and five percent of profits from this movie when it becomes a hit! Man, I never knew you had that in you. You should think about doing that full time. You could get paid serious money. Hell you already have the dungeon atmosphere for it. Go ahead and keep the outfit and bag of goodies, I get the feeling you'll be wanting them."
Peter unties Kevin and carries his unconscious body out the door.
You take Peter's advice under strong consideration. You were looking for a job; well this would be a good one. You could schedule clients online, be your own boss and never even have to leave the basement. Best of all you can have mind blowing orgasms and technically not actually have to fuck anyone thus retaining your good girl status.
And so it happens, you pursue this life with a new found motivation. While you never do gain fame and fortune from Peter's failure of a "movie" you do gain fame and fortune as the best dominatrix in the tri-state area. |
"Oh alright, I'll help you with your movie."
"Excellent! You'll see in time that you made the right decision. Okay, Kevin go fetch the supplies."
"Supplies?" you ask as Kevin complies and gives Peter the camcorder.
"Oh just some props and such." Peter starts to look around your room and then places the camcorder in a position so it's facing your bed. "There, that should do it for the initial scene. I'll take it in for a close up later."
"Excuse me, but WHAT are you exactly intending to film here?"
"The love scene for my movie of course."
While you stand in disbelief, Kevin comes back stripped to his underwear with a big bag in one hand and some lube in his other.
"Woo! Yeah! I'm ready to do this thing!" Kevin says in a hyper tone. Apparently he's taken something to speed him up.
"NO NO NO NO! I am NOT having sex on camera! Least of all with that disgusting freak!"
"What's the big deal? It's just sex. Look if it'll make you feel any better, Kevin will wear a condom."
"What? That wasn't part of the plan. You said I could fuck her straight bareback if she agreed to help us…"
"NOBODY IS FUCKING ME!" you yell to make yourself heard and your attitude on the situation final, unfortunately Kevin doesn't seem to get it.
"Aw come on Suzy, I know you gotta be dyin' to get laid." He says and starts to grope your breasts with one hand, and grind up against your ass. You can feel his little cock poking you and that's when you totally lose it.
"Leave me the fuck alone asshole!" you say and throw Kevin on the floor. You then proceed to kick him.
"Ah! Shit! Damn! Fuck! Feels good!" Kevin says. Sonofabitch is actually enjoying you kick the shit out of him. To be quite honest you're starting to like it too, you wonder if you've learned something about yourself today.
Peter of course gets a cunning plan.
"Y'know, this could still work. Suzy would you be interested in wearing a dominatrix outfit while you beat the hell out of Kevin? You wouldn't have to have sex with him and this could still serve as the romance scene for my movie."
> You throw Peter out of your room
"Get the hell outta here too Peter! And stop stealing my damn clothes!" you yell pushing Peter towards the door.
"Alright, alright! Shit. Alright Kevin looks like you're fucking me for this scene."
Kevin gets up and stumbles towards the door.
"Aw damn Peter, I really wanted to fuck your sister this time."
"Yeah well she's being an uptight bitch as usual. Come on it's not like we haven't done this before."
You stop them for one second before they leave.
"Wait a minute, you guys are together?"
"Well I wouldn't say that. Kevin has been helping me a lot, but I don't have any money to actually pay him most of the time. I see sex as a mutually beneficial exchange. Fortunately Kevin is very liberal when it comes to sex, however as you're well aware Kevin has a bit of a thing for you. Hence why I borrow your clothes sometimes to dress up as you, though I really do think they look a lot better on me." Peter sniffs.
You shake your head at all this sordid nonsense and give them both a shove before slamming the door.
You didn't get much accomplished, but at least you prevented anymore of your clothing from getting stolen today. |
Well it's always been there for you before; it might as well be there for you again.
You go online and start looking up a local job site. Naturally there doesn't seem to be anything you want to do, let alone be qualified for.
After your half-assed attempt at "looking" for a job, your attention begins to wander and you start surfing the internet like you always do. Soon you get an instant message from Julie. She hasn't sent one in a long time; she must either have something serious to talk about or…
Parteegurl69: HAY SUZEE!1! PARTY TONITE! GET OUTTA DAT BASEMENT AND GET LAID FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIF! LOL1!!!111!
That.
Maiden4ever: Hi Julie.
Parteegurl69: HAY SO LIEK R U CUMMING TO MY PARTY? LOTZ O GUYZ WILL BE THERE!
Maiden4ever: You party all the time and there are always a lot of guys at your place, what makes this one so different?
Parteegurl69: CUZ! UR GONNA BE THERE THIS TIME! SIRISLY U NEED TO CUM. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU BOUT SOMETHING 2.
Maiden4ever: Why don't you just tell me you think you're pregnant again right now?
Parteegurl69: LOL. NO IZ NOT THAT. I NEED TO SEE U IN PERSON ITS SUMTHIN I GOT TO TELL U FACE 2 FACE. BUT I ALSO WANT U TO HAVE SUM FUN 2 4 ONCE.
Maiden69: You can't tell me online?
Parteegurl69: NO I GOT TO TELL U IN PERSON. PLZ CUM!11!!!1
Normally you're not the type to go to parties, let alone the glorified orgies she calls parties, but if she really does have something to tell you in person it has to be important. She's never been known to exaggerate in times like this. Though you wonder if it's really all that serious considering that she's still having a party tonight.
Maiden4ever: Alright Julie I'll try to be there, but if I do get there, I'll only be there to talk to you. I'm not staying.
Parteegurl69: UR CUMMIN KEWL! C U TONIGHT AT 6!
Julie logs off and you continue to browse the internet for hours like you were doing. Eventually you hear a faint knock on the door and whispering.
You quickly open the door and see Peter and his friend Kevin standing there.
"Oh hi Suzy, we were just wondering if you'd like to have the honor in being in my movie."
"Bullshit. You were seeing if I was in here or not to steal more of my clothes! I told you to stop that!"
"I wasn't! I seriously wanted to know if you'd be interested in taking part in the movie."
"Peter, you've been making this so called movie for like two years now, what the hell is it even about? I mean the only thing I've seen you do is walk around the house filming insignificant stuff. I mean have you even posted any of your crap on YouTube at least to see if ANYONE would even be interested?"
"YouTube? Pshaw! I AM a film maker! Not some fly by night hack! I'm creating a vision! My movie is going to be about life! It'll be the best art house movie ever! So, you should be grateful that I'm allowing you the chance to be in this thing at all!"
"Gee, I'm so flattered. Anyway don't you already have a ton of footage of me already? I mean your pervo junkie friend is always aiming the camera at me when I'm around. Just like now." You say pointing at Kevin who is shamelessly pointing the camera at your crotch.
"No, Suzy. That footage is mostly unusable will be edited. I need real scene with you. So how about it? I promise I'll stop borrowing your clothes and I'll give you five percent of the profits this movie will make along with credit! And trust me when this thing becomes well known you'll thank me that I gave you this generous offer!"
"(Sigh) How long is this going to take?"
"It may very well go into the night! So if you want in, I suggest you clear your schedule. Hah, look at who I'm talking to, you don't have a life, so what else have you got to do?"
Peter's obnoxiousness aside, you almost don't mind doing this if it'll get him to stop stealing your clothes. You also aren't completely gung-ho about going to Julie's party either.
> You prove you have a life and go to the party
"Peter contrary to popular belief, I do have a life. I'm going to a party tonight!" you say indignantly.
"Hmm, I find that hard to believe, but if you don't want to be part of what will be the greatest movie ever, 'tis your loss, not mine." Peter says and leaves with Kevin who's still pointing the camera at you until you slam the door in his face.
You groan when you now realize you're going to a party that will most likely have several "Kevins" all attempting to get in your pants. Still, you've never not been there for Julie when she's really wanted or needed you and that seems to be the case now. So you're going.
You try to find something to wear that's not going to cause the natives to get too restless, but then you remember it won't matter, so you just wear something comfortable to you.
Your walk to Julie's is relatively uneventful and you get there exactly at six o clock. Julie is unusually sober. Granted the party hasn't quite started yet, but that's never stopped her before.
"Suzy? What the hell are you doing here? Nobody else has arrived yet!"
"Uh you told me six, so I'm here at six." You say totally not grasping the concept of being fashionably late.
Julie laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder.
"Oh Suzy, you are just so precious sometimes. That's why despite our differences I've always considered you my best friend after all these years."
"Uh huh. So what did you want to see me about?" you ask
"Oh we can talk about that later, you should enjoy yourself now."
"Julie, as you pointed out nobody else is here yet! Also, I just came over to talk to you, not hang out at your party, so now is a good time to tell me. You said it was important."
Julie begins to get a little nervous now, and tries to avoid the situation.
"Ha ha, yeah well. Maybe it wasn't as important as I thought I guess. It's funny to see you here; I almost didn't expect you to come, but now that you are, stay!"
"Julie, you mean to tell me you wasted my time, and lied to me?"
"No! I just…yeah I guess it's important, I just can't tell you right now. I will later I promise. Please can't you just stay for the party?"
It's apparent that Julie really does want you to stick around, but at this point you're very exasperated. You don't like leaving your basement without a good reason.
You didn't come here to play games. You give Julie one last chance.
"Look Julie, if you don't tell me what's going on right now I'm leaving."
"No! Please no! If I don't tell you now I might never…I need a drink first." She says and goes to her liquor cabinet, but you stop her.
"Dammit WHAT?!" you yell into her face while grabbing both of her arms.
Julie breaks free of your grip and grasps your face to kiss you full on the lips passionately. You're so surprised that you don't resist at first, but eventually you push her off of you.
"I love you Suzy! I think I always have! I think you're my soul mate!" she blurts out. "There I said it."
You're in too much shock to even reply at this revelation. All you know is she wasn't joking about it being important.
"Whew, I feel like a great weight has been lifted off of me. I thought I wasn't going to be able to tell you without being drunk, but I'm glad you forced it out of me. You always lead me to the right decision. It's why I love you."
"Stop…just stop Julie." You say, sitting down trying to take all this in.
"What's wrong Suzy? I mean I thought you might be into this."
"What? And what made you think that?"
"Oh come on Suzy, you're still a fucking virgin. You've never shown any interest in guys, so I'm pretty sure that it's obvious that you're a closet lesbian."
"Glad it's obvious to you, because it sure wasn't to me. Look I need to wrap my head around this. I gotta get out of here."
"But…but…"
"But what Julie? What am I supposed to do fall down on my knees and start munching your rug? Look maybe YOU'VE had those feelings, but I haven't. I mean I suppose we're friends and all, but quite frankly we're VERY different people and wouldn't be compatible in a relationship even if I was so inclined to pursue one with a woman. Which I'm not. At least not now."
Julie begins to look very hurt and upset.
"But…you could right?"
"Look Julie, it's not going to happen. First of all you'd have to undergo some serious lifestyle changes which I doubt if you're even capable of. Second of all I question whether or not what you feel right now is going to last. You have a habit of falling in love every other week."
"No it not like that! I've always felt this way! And I'll do anything for us to be together!"
"Julie, forgive me if I don't share your delusions. Look, I know that you probably believe what you're saying, but let's just forget about this shall we?"
At this point Julie starts to cry which is followed up by her running into the bathroom and slamming the door. You think about trying to console her, but that's probably only going to make things worse.
Lacking any other ideas, you decide to go home and let Julie work it out herself.
On your way home, you run into Donna and a bunch of her slutty friends.
"Suzy? What the hell are YOU doing out of the basement, you never go anywhere!" Donna says.
"I'm coming back from Julie's. It's a long story."
"Coming back from there? We're going there! Julie invited all of us to her party. Normally we wouldn't get there so early, but we figured we'd like to get the first dibs on the guys."
"Yeah she invited me too, but she wanted to talk about something else." You say and then feel the need to tell Donna more.
"Uh…Donna can I talk to you about something in private?"
"Sure, hey you guys just go on, I'll catch up." Donna tells her friends.
After her friends leave you tell Donna everything that happened between you and Julie. Donna's intrigued, but is shocked at your response.
"So you just left her to cry?"
"Well yeah, I mean if I stayed I would've just made things worse. She'll get over it."
"No she won't! She basically just admitted to you that she's loved you all her life and had a hard time even admitting it to you. And you basically just stomped all over her little heart! She's supposed to be your friend. The ONLY one you really have, and you didn't even give her a chance!"
"Yeah, key word being FRIEND. I never felt that way and I've known Julie a lot longer and better than you have and she's incapable of having a stable relationship with anyone. She's wild party girl just like you."
Now Donna gets offend by your rude choice of words.
"Oh I see. Just because Julie isn't some stick in the mud flying nun who's only knowledge of a so called relationship is with a piece of battery powered machinery, she's a whore that's incapable of change or true feelings huh?"
"That's not…"
And you see me and Julie as one of the same too, right?"
"I didn't…"
"Fuck you Suzy! I know what you think. Let me tell you what I think! I think you're an emotional cripple who's so fucking scared of the real world so you hide out from it in your goddamn basement! So scared that you'll get hurt that you miss out on shit that COULD be good for your uptight ass! Well fuck that, I'd rather be a whore than some scared virginal recluse!"
You're left speechless as Donna storms off who says one more parting shot.
"And I dunno why you're claiming not to be interested in Julie anyway. It's pretty obvious that you're a lesbian."
> You head back home
You head back home and don't give Donna's self-righteous speech another thought. She hasn't known Julie as long or even as well as you have. She thinks she knows everything and is probably defending her because she has more in common with Julie's "lifestyle" than yours. Hell, they ARE one of the same.
You know Julie, she'll get over this "crush" just like she has with other past "relationships" namely through partying, fucking and drinking. She'll probably be trying to convince you to go to another party next month and everything will be back to normal.
Still, part of you does wonder if Julie did really "love" you as much as she claimed. You wonder if she would've changed had you given in to her advances. You shake your head at such thoughts though.
You head back home and to the comfort of your basement. Perhaps you are playing it safe, but in your opinion, it's better to be safe than sorry. |
"Peter contrary to popular belief, I do have a life. I'm going to a party tonight!" you say indignantly.
"Hmm, I find that hard to believe, but if you don't want to be part of what will be the greatest movie ever, 'tis your loss, not mine." Peter says and leaves with Kevin who's still pointing the camera at you until you slam the door in his face.
You groan when you now realize you're going to a party that will most likely have several "Kevins" all attempting to get in your pants. Still, you've never not been there for Julie when she's really wanted or needed you and that seems to be the case now. So you're going.
You try to find something to wear that's not going to cause the natives to get too restless, but then you remember it won't matter, so you just wear something comfortable to you.
Your walk to Julie's is relatively uneventful and you get there exactly at six o clock. Julie is unusually sober. Granted the party hasn't quite started yet, but that's never stopped her before.
"Suzy? What the hell are you doing here? Nobody else has arrived yet!"
"Uh you told me six, so I'm here at six." You say totally not grasping the concept of being fashionably late.
Julie laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder.
"Oh Suzy, you are just so precious sometimes. That's why despite our differences I've always considered you my best friend after all these years."
"Uh huh. So what did you want to see me about?" you ask
"Oh we can talk about that later, you should enjoy yourself now."
"Julie, as you pointed out nobody else is here yet! Also, I just came over to talk to you, not hang out at your party, so now is a good time to tell me. You said it was important."
Julie begins to get a little nervous now, and tries to avoid the situation.
"Ha ha, yeah well. Maybe it wasn't as important as I thought I guess. It's funny to see you here; I almost didn't expect you to come, but now that you are, stay!"
"Julie, you mean to tell me you wasted my time, and lied to me?"
"No! I just…yeah I guess it's important, I just can't tell you right now. I will later I promise. Please can't you just stay for the party?"
It's apparent that Julie really does want you to stick around, but at this point you're very exasperated. You don't like leaving your basement without a good reason.
You didn't come here to play games. You give Julie one last chance.
"Look Julie, if you don't tell me what's going on right now I'm leaving."
"No! Please no! If I don't tell you now I might never…I need a drink first." She says and goes to her liquor cabinet, but you stop her.
"Dammit WHAT?!" you yell into her face while grabbing both of her arms.
Julie breaks free of your grip and grasps your face to kiss you full on the lips passionately. You're so surprised that you don't resist at first, but eventually you push her off of you.
"I love you Suzy! I think I always have! I think you're my soul mate!" she blurts out. "There I said it."
You're in too much shock to even reply at this revelation. All you know is she wasn't joking about it being important.
"Whew, I feel like a great weight has been lifted off of me. I thought I wasn't going to be able to tell you without being drunk, but I'm glad you forced it out of me. You always lead me to the right decision. It's why I love you."
"Stop…just stop Julie." You say, sitting down trying to take all this in.
"What's wrong Suzy? I mean I thought you might be into this."
"What? And what made you think that?"
"Oh come on Suzy, you're still a fucking virgin. You've never shown any interest in guys, so I'm pretty sure that it's obvious that you're a closet lesbian."
"Glad it's obvious to you, because it sure wasn't to me. Look I need to wrap my head around this. I gotta get out of here."
"But…but…"
"But what Julie? What am I supposed to do fall down on my knees and start munching your rug? Look maybe YOU'VE had those feelings, but I haven't. I mean I suppose we're friends and all, but quite frankly we're VERY different people and wouldn't be compatible in a relationship even if I was so inclined to pursue one with a woman. Which I'm not. At least not now."
Julie begins to look very hurt and upset.
"But…you could right?"
"Look Julie, it's not going to happen. First of all you'd have to undergo some serious lifestyle changes which I doubt if you're even capable of. Second of all I question whether or not what you feel right now is going to last. You have a habit of falling in love every other week."
"No it not like that! I've always felt this way! And I'll do anything for us to be together!"
"Julie, forgive me if I don't share your delusions. Look, I know that you probably believe what you're saying, but let's just forget about this shall we?"
At this point Julie starts to cry which is followed up by her running into the bathroom and slamming the door. You think about trying to console her, but that's probably only going to make things worse.
Lacking any other ideas, you decide to go home and let Julie work it out herself.
On your way home, you run into Donna and a bunch of her slutty friends.
"Suzy? What the hell are YOU doing out of the basement, you never go anywhere!" Donna says.
"I'm coming back from Julie's. It's a long story."
"Coming back from there? We're going there! Julie invited all of us to her party. Normally we wouldn't get there so early, but we figured we'd like to get the first dibs on the guys."
"Yeah she invited me too, but she wanted to talk about something else." You say and then feel the need to tell Donna more.
"Uh…Donna can I talk to you about something in private?"
"Sure, hey you guys just go on, I'll catch up." Donna tells her friends.
After her friends leave you tell Donna everything that happened between you and Julie. Donna's intrigued, but is shocked at your response.
"So you just left her to cry?"
"Well yeah, I mean if I stayed I would've just made things worse. She'll get over it."
"No she won't! She basically just admitted to you that she's loved you all her life and had a hard time even admitting it to you. And you basically just stomped all over her little heart! She's supposed to be your friend. The ONLY one you really have, and you didn't even give her a chance!"
"Yeah, key word being FRIEND. I never felt that way and I've known Julie a lot longer and better than you have and she's incapable of having a stable relationship with anyone. She's wild party girl just like you."
Now Donna gets offend by your rude choice of words.
"Oh I see. Just because Julie isn't some stick in the mud flying nun who's only knowledge of a so called relationship is with a piece of battery powered machinery, she's a whore that's incapable of change or true feelings huh?"
"That's not…"
And you see me and Julie as one of the same too, right?"
"I didn't…"
"Fuck you Suzy! I know what you think. Let me tell you what I think! I think you're an emotional cripple who's so fucking scared of the real world so you hide out from it in your goddamn basement! So scared that you'll get hurt that you miss out on shit that COULD be good for your uptight ass! Well fuck that, I'd rather be a whore than some scared virginal recluse!"
You're left speechless as Donna storms off who says one more parting shot.
"And I dunno why you're claiming not to be interested in Julie anyway. It's pretty obvious that you're a lesbian."
> You go back to Julie's house
Donna's outburst has made you realize that she's absolutely right. You do hide out in the basement from the real world because you're scared of getting hurt.
You ponder several times on whether or not to go back to Julie's and finally you do.
When you get there, a few more people have arrived. Most of Donna's friends are already talking to various guys. No sign of Donna or Julie though. You ask where they are and someone dismissively says her bedroom.
Your heart sinks when you hear this. You can't believe you were briefly swayed by Donna's self-righteous speech! Here you were thinking that maybe she was right, and what happens? She's fucking Julie! You're just glad you didn't allow yourself to get too emotionally involved to get hurt, but you are mad and fully intend on giving the both of them a piece of your mind!
You quickly make your way to Julie's bedroom and throw open the door.
"JULIE! DONNA! ...Oh."
You see Donna and Julie sitting a respectable distance from each other, they both look in your direction with surprise on their face. Still, you maintain your suspicion.
"…what're you doing here Donna?"
"I was trying to console Julie, by telling her that you didn't mean to be a bitch, it was just you didn't know how to react to human emotions. And what're you doing here storming in like that…wait. YOU thought me and Julie were in here having sex didn't you?!"
You sputter and answer.
"Well…I…"
"Yes you did! So were you jealous or something?" Donna asks.
"NO! I was just…look. I took what you told me into consideration I decide you might be right. So I came back here, and when someone told me you and Julie were in the bedroom together, I just sort of got a little crazy."
"Jeez, Suzy I know you think I'm slutty, but I wouldn't have rebounded with your sister!" Julie sniffles still wiping her eyes.
"Yeah, I would've thought by now that you knew I kept my sluttiness to just guys. No offense." Donna adds with smirk on her face.
You sit down coming to grips with all that has gone on within the last few moments. Donna at this point decides to leave.
"I think the both of you have a lot to talk about, so I'm going back to the party."
Julie turns to you, still wiping her eyes.
"So, you came back."
"Yeah, I came back."
"Not to break my heart again I hope."
"Alright Julie let's not be overly dramatic. Look, I suppose on some level I might like you. I've never just considered us together like that before, but Donna said some things that sort of ring true. However, that doesn't mean I'm throwing all my beliefs out the window. If we do this, I mean if you're REALLY this serious about us. I need you promise me that from here on out, that I'M the ONLY one."
Julie walks over to you and grabs your hand tightly.
"You will be. I swear, I'll change for you, because I love you."
At this point Julie moves in to kiss you again, but this time you don't push her away. The pair of you embrace and begin to remove each other clothes. For the first time you don't ponder getting hurt or anything like that, you just live in the moment.
Julie's naked body lies on top of yours. You feel the warmth of her and enjoy her tongue which first explores your breasts and eventually your clit. You then feel her fingers enter inside you. Your back arches in excitement as she proceeds to bring you closer to a climax.
You don't get a chance to return the favor because when Julie finally causes you to have an orgasm you soon fall asleep completely satisfied.
A couple hours later you feel something completely different. Something going inside you. You open your eyes and see a teenage guy on top of you. He's a little shocked when you scream, which is good because it gives you enough time to push him off of you and roll of the bed. You pick up a nearby lamp ready to throw it if necessary.
"Whoa whoa whoa! No need for that! I thought you were passed out!" The teenager explains.
"Passed out? And that gave you the right to try to rape me?"
"Hey it's not rape! I wasn't hitting you or forcing you or anything." He replies, totally oblivious to the fact that what he was doing was wrong.
You refuse to argue with this teenage idiot and chase him with the lamp until he runs out the bedroom door. You get dressed as quickly as you can to find Julie. From the sound of the music it's apparent that the party is now in full swing.
You don't really want to think it, but you know damn well what's going to happen next.
You leave the bedroom and ask where Julie is; various people say they don't know. While fighting your way through the crowd you bump into Donna.
"Hey, oh uh…"
"Donna, where's Julie?"
"…Suzy maybe you were right…"
"Donna, where the fuck is Julie?"
"Suzy you don't really want to see…let's just go home."
"Don't tell me what I don't want to see. I'm a big girl, now where is Julie?"
"…she's in the backyard…I'm sorry…"
You make your way to the backyard and that's when you see Julie. She's engaging in her favorite past time of blowing one guy while another rails her from behind. You step up past the on looking crowd. Julie sees you out the corner of her eye and you get the impression she'd try to explain if she didn't have a dick in her mouth.
"It's alright Julie, I know you're real busy right now and can't talk so just listen. I don't blame you. I allowed myself to be temporarily swayed. Actually it's a good thing this happened so soon, I didn't get too hurt and it just proves I was right all along. Besides, I guess I can thank you for the sex at least. I'm sure its experience that we'll both remember, because it's not going to happen again. Don't contact me again for anything. Goodbye Julie."
You walk away and a few seconds later you her Julie in the background calling for you, but you quickly lose her in the crowd.
You head home and back to your basement. It's odd, but you aren't really upset by this whole ordeal. True, you are a little disappointed, because on some level maybe you wanted it to go well, but now that it failed so spectacularly you don't really care. If anything you don't ever have to put up with Julie's chaotic cries for help ever again.
Maybe that's why you aren't upset. You managed to cut off yet another link to the outside world which gives even more of an excuse to remain in your basement.
But you've had enough of thinking about this for tonight; you go to sleep even more secure in the fact that your way of "life" is the correct one. |
You wake up to another day in your sheltered little world.
"Sheltered" is probably a little inaccurate, but you're about as close as you can get in your dysfunctional family.
Your upbringing for you and all your siblings, quite frankly sucked, and it made you very introverted and unmotivated. It's probably why you're over 18 and still living at home.
You're a basement dweller.
However we shouldn't be too hard on you. Your other four siblings are also living at home along with a few other freeloading family members. You just happen to be living in the basement.
Fucked up parenting aside, you actually have potential, if you'd just break out of your shell. You aren't unintelligent. You at least graduated high school, watch the learning/history channel and read weird shit on the internet all day.
You aren't even unattractive, though your mom always drilled it into you and your sisters head that you were always to be "good girls". It only really worked on you though; as a result you've never had a boyfriend. (Or girlfriend for that matter) You don't even have that much contact with the world outside your house anymore. The world's a dangerous place and you feel much safer in your house.
Again, this thinking of yours is misguided as being out of the house of your crazy ass family would probably be a lot safer. Of course you rarely even leave the basement nowadays anyway. Seems like your world is getting smaller with each passing day.
Of course you could do something a little out of the ordinary today and try to change your lot in life.
How about it? Want to give it that old college try? (Even though you never went to college?)
> You dunno, sounds scary! Better stay in the basement!
Alright, I understand, you have everything you want in the basement and even if you don't you don't have far to go get it. The outside world doesn't really hold any interest for you, so there's little point in going through the hassle of dealing with it. And living in the basement has worked out for you so far more or less, so why mess with success right?
But you must also understand that just hanging out in the basement for the rest of your life doesn't usually offer much in the way of excitement. At least not without some sort of outside stimulus anyway, and with all the rest of the drama going on in the house, everyone usually forgets about you and you happily stay out of it most of the time.
So this little story will come to an end right here. |
You wake up to another day in your sheltered little world.
"Sheltered" is probably a little inaccurate, but you're about as close as you can get in your dysfunctional family.
Your upbringing for you and all your siblings, quite frankly sucked, and it made you very introverted and unmotivated. It's probably why you're over 18 and still living at home.
You're a basement dweller.
However we shouldn't be too hard on you. Your other four siblings are also living at home along with a few other freeloading family members. You just happen to be living in the basement.
Fucked up parenting aside, you actually have potential, if you'd just break out of your shell. You aren't unintelligent. You at least graduated high school, watch the learning/history channel and read weird shit on the internet all day.
You aren't even unattractive, though your mom always drilled it into you and your sisters head that you were always to be "good girls". It only really worked on you though; as a result you've never had a boyfriend. (Or girlfriend for that matter) You don't even have that much contact with the world outside your house anymore. The world's a dangerous place and you feel much safer in your house.
Again, this thinking of yours is misguided as being out of the house of your crazy ass family would probably be a lot safer. Of course you rarely even leave the basement nowadays anyway. Seems like your world is getting smaller with each passing day.
Of course you could do something a little out of the ordinary today and try to change your lot in life.
How about it? Want to give it that old college try? (Even though you never went to college?)
> You who the hell are all these fucked up people in your house? (Cast of Characters)
Suzy: This is you. We already went over what the fuck your problem was on the first page. Let's move on shall we?
Ben: This is your older brother and the oldest of your siblings. He's a paranoid survivalist nut that trains for inevitable apocalypse that's going to come. He walks around armed at all times and is convinced that THEY are out to get him. He also has a misguided biracial hippy girlfriend by the name of Moonshadow and an illegitimate son with her by the name of Tommy who is an idiot savant. Currently they all live out in the backyard though Ben's been building an underground bunker of some sort out there.
Kelly: This is your Amazonian older sister. She's in a small time roller derby league and has been known to do some illegal underground fight club shit on the side. She's probably the only one in the house that has closest thing to a "real" job. Kelly's never liked you, for various reasons. When you two were growing up she'd always try to take every opportunity she could to abuse you in some way. Fortunately she's mostly too busy working to engage in physical or psychological torture on you nowadays.
Peter: This is your younger brother. He's a pretentious effeminate aspiring film maker who has the annoying habit of attempting to record everything with his camcorder. Has the disturbing habit of stealing your clothes and wearing them. He also hangs out with a junkie drug dealer from school by the name of Kevin who is always lecherously looking at you when you're around.
Donna: This is your younger sister and the youngest of your siblings. She's probably the most "normal" out of all of you. Perhaps a little on the wild side, but nothing excessively out of hand, basically your typical high school girl who hangs out with others similar to her. She's probably the most alright with you, though sometimes she urges that you should get out more.
Dad: This is your Dad (George McCray is his real name). He used to be a traveling lightning rod salesman. He's retired now and hasn't really been the same since your Mom died. He's usually in various stages of drunkenness and nobody much pays any serious attention to him anymore. It's not like he was around for the parenting process anyway.
Mom: This is your Mom (Bertha McCray is her real name). Despite her overprotective moralist views on how you and your sisters should act, she was probably the one who kept some semblance of order on the family. When the flesh eating virus consumed her years ago, everyone missed her a lot especially your dad. Eventually she was cremated and her ashes are kept in your Dad's room.
Ed: This is your really creepy uncle and brother of your late mother. It was her dying wish that he have some place to stay, so he lives in the garage which he's pretty much made his domain as most other family members stay clear of him, even Ben. He doesn't have any visible means of support yet contributes to the household at times. There are certainly rumors and whispers of what he might be up to when he leaves and comes back at various hours of the night, but nobody really wants to talk to him directly about it, let alone go in the garage and find out.
Julie: This is your "best friend" since kindergarten, who you speak to less and less with each passing year. As you grew older the pair of you had very different lives. Julie was very wild in her teenage years and still is today. It is only due to the fact that you knew each other for so long that you two are even still in contact. She's probably remained in contact with you mainly because you are about the only stable person in her life that she feels that she can talk to on a serious level about shit that sometimes bothers her.
The Morningstars: While your family on the block is rightfully seen as the most dysfunctional lot to live there, The Morningstars are definitely running a close second. They've converted their house into something of a compound. There seems to be a bunch of them of varying ages and gender, but "Pa" Morningstar and his eldest son Bobby Morningstar stand out the most. They mostly keep to themselves, though recently Uncle Ed has been asking a few random questions about them sometimes. |
Ah the basement. The refuge of all who refuse to move out of the house for whatever reason.
Some of them are dreamers who just can't fit into proper society.
Some of them have potential, but due to personality quirks fame has escaped them.
And finally 99% of them are just downright pathetic losers that just fail at life.
So choose one of these basement dwellers and enjoy the desperation and horror of their tales! You may come to find that they are just like you. In fact chances are, you'll think someone wrote a biography about you!
> The Anime Addict (And this one's for TEH LULZ!)
Look at you. You're pathetic.
You're over 18 and still living at home.
You have no job, no skills, and absolutely no future prospects!
But why bother pointing all this out? You know all of this already, but still choose to leech off of Mom's hard earned money.
You're a basement dweller.
Worse, you're an Anime loving basement dweller. Sure you could drop lower, but you're already just below the tapeworm as far as social scale is concerned. Even Trekkies rank higher.
Right now you've just received every anime DVD that you could buy with your mom's stolen credit card. She'll probably bitch at you later, but you figure you've got at least a week before she sobers up enough to find out. Until then, it's anime time! Tonight is the night that you start your journey to give yourself totally to anime. If you do, you will be forever chained to it…
However, that doesn't have to be your fate! There IS still hope for you! Somewhere within you there does exist something human. You COULD resist the anime! Do something else! Anything else!
Think about it. Is what is on those DVDs really going to be any different from what you've seen already? Seriously it's all the same anyway. Bunch of wide eyed pre-pubescent girls dressed in the latest pedowear while sucking on lollipops and effeminate fags who emo whine about how they're only half human and finding out that their true love is actually their long lost sibling.
I mean as much as we all like watching a bisexual half demon commit anal rape on his 12 year old sister every once in awhile, there comes a time where you just gotta say: "What the fuck am I doing? Half of this shit is inane and stupidly childish, and the other half is really fucked up and twisted. And some of it manages to combine the two halves. Two nukes really weren't enough for that country. I'm going to do something better with my life."
So is today that day you sad little freak?
> You no! You love being a basement dwelling anime fan!
Jesus fucking Christ, if you're not even going to try to improve your position then what's the goddamn point? Don't you have even the slightest incentive to improve your miserable existence?
> You said no! Why can't you accept you for who you are\?
No?
Alright then.
I'll save you the play by play details of your complete descent into degeneracy, but basically you move on past normal anime and you watch/sleep/eat/ and shit Hentai (Not necessarily in that order) for the next few months. You jerk off so much that your mom doesn't even bother washing your sheets anymore. In fact she doesn't even enter the basement if she can help it now.
You continue on this way for quite some time, discussing the intricacies of shitting dick nipple girls and tentacle rape with likeminded cohorts on the internet.
However the fact still remains, you're still a virgin and surprisingly somewhere within your sub humanoid body remains the yearning for a real live person. Who knew?
Unfortunately you've gotten to the point where any chance of getting a real woman are impossible, not to mention that you've conditioned yourself to a point where you wouldn't be able to even get it up for a "normal" woman anyway. Hell, it's debatable that you even still like females at this point.
While thanks to those wacky Japanese you've developed several fetishes, you have to admit that you've started to favor one over the rest.
So just what kind of pervert have you become?
> You gimme a fursuit with a big ol' stupid fox head because you're proud to be a FUR FAG!
Being the pussy you are, this choice isn't really surprising, though this is probably safest out of some of the shit you could've gotten addicted to. Of course this pretty much means you've given up on the last vestiges of your heterosexuality, but having gay sex is probably the only way you're going to get any at this point.
However regular homo love just ain't gonna cut it for you. The moment you decided to prance around in a fur suit and jerk off to the shapely ass of a rabbit you embraced the life style of fur faggotry and all the abuse that comes with it.
Your status has just dropped even lower and even other basement dwellers you talk to online now think you're lame. You don't care though, because you find a site where your kind can freely talk to each other without the fear of being called a furfag. (Well okay the site gets trolled every other week, but it's still the best a fur fag like you can hope for)
Eventually you chat up some faggot that likes dressing up as a fucking cat. (His name is Tom) It's not a rabbit, but he actually lives in your state so he'll do! Fortunately this guy seems to have a little more money than you, so he offers to meet you at some hotel and pay for everything.
The day you leave to meet Tom, your mom just shakes her head regretting the day she was too drunk to fight off your dad's date raping that resulted in your conception that night.
When you get to the hotel that's when you meet Tom in all his furry glory. The two of you don't spend too much time talking; after all you two have been doing all the getting to know you stuff online. Now you're both just interested in hot furry love.
The pair of you furfags yiff it up and take turns sucking each others dicks and taking it up the ass. Your fursuits are taking a beating with all the cum, spit, blood and shit leaking out of various orifices, but after all is said and done the pair of you are happy. (If sore and chaffed)
You and Tom fall asleep in each others arms dreaming of a furry world…
The next morning you are both rudely and violently awakened.
"GET UP FURFAGS! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" a man in jet black riot gear yells.
"Phew! It smells like shit and wet dog in this motherfucker!" another remarks.
"Wha…" is all you can say before you're pulled out of the bed and dragged by your tail out of the hotel and thrown into a van. You see Tom try to fight back, but he's severely beaten and then two shots placed in his head.
You cry out and try to leave the van when you see this, but a rifle butt to your face prevents that plan. The door is then slammed shut. After shaken off the cobwebs you notice other furries in the van with you. That's when you swallow hard (Even more than last night) and realize what's going on and it's the day that all furries have feared would come.
THE FINAL FURSECUTION IS AT HAND!
Yes furfag, the world has finally had enough, and day of righteous cleansing has come! All of you degenerates are globally rounded up and placed into camps!
The executions go on through the night as furry bodies fall into mass trenches and the skies are gloriously filled with the black smoke of your burning fur and flesh.
Minutes before your own death you scream out wondering why nobody is stopping this, after all they stopped this for the Jews and everyone hates them!
Well you're forgetting one thing; Jews are actually useful, like being comedians and killing Arabs. Furries on the other hand are a pathetic waste of a zygote and serve no purpose other than to be fucking hanged.
"We will be remembered! You can't erase history!" you shout.
"Hah, we already are. Soon nobody will ever know about you fuckers ever again and the world will be thankful of that! Got any last words?"
You resign yourself to your fate, but still remain defiant in your last moments.
"I'm proud to be a Furry!" you exclaim before getting your brains splattered all over the place.
"Yiff in fucking Hell Furfag." |
No?
Alright then.
I'll save you the play by play details of your complete descent into degeneracy, but basically you move on past normal anime and you watch/sleep/eat/ and shit Hentai (Not necessarily in that order) for the next few months. You jerk off so much that your mom doesn't even bother washing your sheets anymore. In fact she doesn't even enter the basement if she can help it now.
You continue on this way for quite some time, discussing the intricacies of shitting dick nipple girls and tentacle rape with likeminded cohorts on the internet.
However the fact still remains, you're still a virgin and surprisingly somewhere within your sub humanoid body remains the yearning for a real live person. Who knew?
Unfortunately you've gotten to the point where any chance of getting a real woman are impossible, not to mention that you've conditioned yourself to a point where you wouldn't be able to even get it up for a "normal" woman anyway. Hell, it's debatable that you even still like females at this point.
While thanks to those wacky Japanese you've developed several fetishes, you have to admit that you've started to favor one over the rest.
So just what kind of pervert have you become?
> You lock up your daughters and hell maybe even your sons too because you're gonna RAPE you some childrens!
Children? Christ, you sick fuck.
(Sigh) Awwwright then, baby raper…
Of course being a pervert and having courage rarely go hand in hand, you're still too afraid to actually leave the goddamn basement. And despite your sick fetish, deep down inside you have a loathing for yourself. So you try to contain yourself for a little while longer with just pictures. A process that is doomed to failure.
After jerking it countless times to Lolicon and MySpace you finally cross that barrier and start looking for real child porn. Eventually you get a hold of a lot of it, but it still isn't enough. You NEED to actually get your pedo hands on a little girl.
Back in the old days you would've actually had to leave the house and stalk the school yards for suitable prey, but thanks to the internet and bad parenting you can find lots of young girls with daddy issues that are practically begging to be raped due to camwhoring in their underwear.
Yes, it's certainly a golden age for pedophilia!
You stalk various sites and chatrooms looking for a live one and eventually you get lucky…
iluvhannah: so you watch cartoons? Whut kind? Liek Dizney?
Oursecret: oh all kinds, mostly anime
iluvhannah: OMG I LUV anime! I almost luv them as much as Hannah Montana! We even got the same first name! LOL! Anyway whut do u watch?
Oursecret: well I used to watch stuff like pokemon, but I moved on to better stuff. Deeper stuff that requires a more mature mind. I'd like to show you these cartoons sometime.
iluvhannah: yeah i could do that becuz i'm liek mature for my age.
Oursecret: I can see that. How old are you exactly?
iluvhannah: im 12. lol. how old r u?
Oursecret: oh im just a little bit older, but I don't think that should prevent us from being friends right?
iluvhannah: No, bcuz I think age is just a number anyway. Wanna see my pic? lol.
Oursecret: Sure.
Hannah sends you a picture of herself and the best thing is that even though she's 12 she only looks 10! You might have a little dick, but boy is it sure going to look big in her tiny hands! She even lives in your state! You've GOT to meet this girl.
You make plans to meet Hannah at her house where she says her parents won't be since they're going out for the weekend. She even tells you she'll make some cookies for you. Could life get any better?
So for the first time in a long while you actually leave your basement. You take your mom's car keys from as she's asleep from a hard day's work and drive over to your preteen queen's house.
You see the silhouette of a young girl in the door way who waves over to you. You're so hot for twelve year old trim that it never occurs to you that this could be a set up.
You enter the house…
"Hey pedo, why don't you take a seat over there?" you hear a voice say.
OH NOES IT'S CHRIS FUCKIN' HANSEN!
You gulp hard when you see the crusading media man in all his smug glory. He's not as reserved as he usually is though, in fact he seems to be hold back laughter.
"But…I thought you didn't do this anymore! I thought you moved on to con artists and identity thieves!" You exclaim.
"True. But trolling you pedos will never get old. Ever. Hell, I don't even get paid for this anymore, I'm just doin' it for the shits and giggles!" Chris laughs.
While this is a bizarre revelation, it still doesn't change the fact that you're still in a world of shit. You immediately dash for the door.
"Hey, you loli fucker, don't you run on me! I didn't get to ask you embarrassing questions yet!" you hear Chris yell.
Of course you don't get a couple feet from the house when several swat officers tackle your ass to the ground and shove a gun in the back of your head. Chris comes out with his crew and motions that the camera get a close up of your face.
"YOU GOT HANSEND FOR GREAT JUSTICE, BITCH!" Chris Hansen laughs hysterically the whole time the officers arrest you.
Bitch is a term you become very familiar with while in prison. After only a few weeks your asshole makes Goatse look tighter than the 10 year old girls that you were lusting for.
Eventually some skinheads do something that your mom should've done when you were born, namely shank you in the fucking neck. |
Jesus fucking Christ, if you're not even going to try to improve your position then what's the goddamn point? Don't you have even the slightest incentive to improve your miserable existence?
> You alright, alright, get off your ass already!
After years of watching anime and being dangerously close to either becoming a pedophile or a furry, (Or possibly a furry pedophile) you finally make a worthwhile decision. You grab your new anime DVDs and break them all! You then grab all your old ones and break them too!
Manga books all fucking burned! Comics too! Video games with anime graphics destroyed! You even break your computer just so you can't be tempted by the internet! You've just destroyed your "social life" by doing that, but it's worth it!
NO MORE FUCKING ANIME!
Holy shit you feel free! Seriously this is the first day of your new life and you've just made a break through here.
But don't get too puffed up there fatty. The fact still remains that you're a basement dwelling loser. You're also going to experience withdrawals and the temptation to go back to anime will be there.
Best thing you can do right now is confine yourself to the house for awhile. Now…I know that might seem odd given that you practically stay inside for days on end anyway, but your trips to the comic shops might provide too much temptation.
And so begins the long road to recovery…
Days pass into weeks and you got the jitters like a fucking crackhead. You spend a lot of time pacing and staring at the walls in your room. You try to find ways to keep yourself occupied.
You try to watch TV, but you have to struggle to not click on the Cartoon Network. Eventually you beg your mom to put a block on it. She's willing to help you out in the hopes that you might actually move out of her house one day.
Reading books doesn't seem to help either. Your attention span has practically been destroyed from "blipvert" anime action. You even can't concentrate on the shortest story, let alone a novel.
You feel like you're going mad.
> You stay in the house
Just then the phone rings and you answer it in frustration of needing SOMETHING else to do!
"Hello?"
"Hello? Brian? Is that you?"
"Yeah? Who is this?"
"It's your cousin Patricia silly! Is your Mom there?"
"No, she's at work. What did you need her for?"
"Well I remember that she was good at math and I've been having problems with my trig class. She said I could come by and she'd help me."
You vaguely remember your cousin Patricia from one of your family gatherings from years ago. She was younger then, but about the only one not immediately repulsed by your incessant talk of Pokemon and YuGiOh (That was before you had moved on to the "harder" stuff.)
You probably don't have much in common, but at this point you almost want to talk to ANYONE to keep your mind off things.
"Hey just come on over, she'll be home soon."
"You sure it's okay? I mean I don't want to bother you and all."
"It's no problem at all! Just come over!"
"Okay, then see you later I guess."
Patricia hangs up and you continue to fight your anime withdrawals.
Eventually Patricia shows up on your front door.
Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She's slender and her breasts aren't large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll's. She's even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can't be any older than 15.
You fucking degenerate, you aren't supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It's a good thing you're fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.
"Wow." Is all you can sputter.
"Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how's it been?" Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can't help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books."
This is probably the closest you've been to a real girl that's talked to you in…well ever actually.
NOW STOP RIGHT THERE FAT ASS!
I KNOW what you're fucking thinking! You're thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.
Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!
Disregarding any of the incest taboos she's also underage, and you can't do that shit.
Even in the very unlikely event that she'd let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can't do that shit.
The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren't doing anything illegal.
Now then, is that what you're going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?
> You too much over stimulation! Gotta get outta here!
Ah well, I suppose it WAS too much stimulation for you.
"Uh…excuse me Patricia I have stuff to do in the basement, you just wait up here."
"Oh, alright then."
You immediately run down into your basement and can't take your pants off quick enough to jack off to her image.
The first few times you just think of the traditional missionary position and blow job images. Then you move on to fucking her in the ass. Eventually you return to your "Anime roots" and start imagining yourself growing tentacles and simultaneously fucking her in all three holes and filling them with cum and then shitting on her face through your mouth.
I suppose this sick scenario would be inventive, if you hadn't stolen it from those Wacky Japanese.
Anyway by the time your mom has come home, helped Patricia, talked with her, sent her home and then went to bed herself, you've jacked off at least into the double digits. It's actually amazing that you didn't give your fat ass a heart attack.
You are incredibly tired though and you fall asleep in your incredibly sticky bed.
The next day, you still have images of your cousin running through your mind. This probably wouldn't be anymore than a lingering sick fantasy, but the problem is that your cousin is coming over again. Apparently she needs more help from your Mom.
She comes over and your urges are stronger than ever. You barely manage to make it to the basement that time.
She comes over a third time and is starting to notice your increasingly odd behavior, but by then it's too late for her. You can contain your unnatural lust any longer.
When she's sitting on the couch waiting for your mom with her books you don't bother going into the basement this time.
"So uh…don't you have something to do in the basement?"
"Nah, I'd rather just sit and look…I mean talk to you…"
"Okaaaaaaay…hey look maybe I'll just come back later…"
"No wait! I want you to stay and we can play!"
"Eeeek! What're you doing?!"
At this point you lunge at your cousin and nearly crush the poor girl with your weight. You begin gyrating against her and trying to pull your pants down while lifting her skirt up.
"Mmmm yeah…you smell good…so fresh and innocent…I just wish you were twelve."
"NO! Get off me you fucking fat ass pedo!" she screams and manages to smash your head in with a nearby lamp, before sliding from underneath you and screaming rape in the streets.
You'd probably go to jail and get ass raped multiple times for this, but the lamp to the head put you in a coma. Your mom is content on just taking you off of life support and letting you die, but the state insists that you must pay for your crimes and therefore must be kept alive until you come out of the coma where upon you can stand trial.
The joke's on them though, you remain a vegetable! |
Just then the phone rings and you answer it in frustration of needing SOMETHING else to do!
"Hello?"
"Hello? Brian? Is that you?"
"Yeah? Who is this?"
"It's your cousin Patricia silly! Is your Mom there?"
"No, she's at work. What did you need her for?"
"Well I remember that she was good at math and I've been having problems with my trig class. She said I could come by and she'd help me."
You vaguely remember your cousin Patricia from one of your family gatherings from years ago. She was younger then, but about the only one not immediately repulsed by your incessant talk of Pokemon and YuGiOh (That was before you had moved on to the "harder" stuff.)
You probably don't have much in common, but at this point you almost want to talk to ANYONE to keep your mind off things.
"Hey just come on over, she'll be home soon."
"You sure it's okay? I mean I don't want to bother you and all."
"It's no problem at all! Just come over!"
"Okay, then see you later I guess."
Patricia hangs up and you continue to fight your anime withdrawals.
Eventually Patricia shows up on your front door.
Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She's slender and her breasts aren't large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll's. She's even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can't be any older than 15.
You fucking degenerate, you aren't supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It's a good thing you're fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.
"Wow." Is all you can sputter.
"Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how's it been?" Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can't help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books."
This is probably the closest you've been to a real girl that's talked to you in…well ever actually.
NOW STOP RIGHT THERE FAT ASS!
I KNOW what you're fucking thinking! You're thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.
Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!
Disregarding any of the incest taboos she's also underage, and you can't do that shit.
Even in the very unlikely event that she'd let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can't do that shit.
The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren't doing anything illegal.
Now then, is that what you're going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?
> You can do this...I can do this...
Pretty brave of you, let's see if it works.
You sit far away from her and answer her, while trying not to stare too hard.
"Oh, well I'm sorta doing okay I guess…"
"You seem troubled, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really, I'm just trying to…(sigh) I'll be honest. I've been severely addicted to anime for years and I've just now started to go cold turkey and it's been harder than I thought."
This confessional is about the only thing you could think of to talk about that wouldn't cause her to call the cops on you. And that's still a possibility. Stay the course fatty, stay the fucking course!
"Wow, that's pretty commendable of you. I remember that you were all into that anime stuff the last time we had a family gathering. Even though I was young even I thought you were a bit obsessed with it."
"Yeah I dunno how I'm going to make it…" you say trying to fight the urge to say anything inappropriate.
"Maybe you should try this." Patricia says and opens up her bookbag. She throws a comic book at you. It's one of those superhero ones. AMERICAN superheroes! Like superman and such. You're taken off guard and forget about your unnatural feelings for a moment.
"Superman?"
"Yeah, maybe if you read some other comics it will help ease your transition. The only thing is, you could get addicted to those, so be careful."
"Y'know, this could work. I never really was interested in these types before, so I probably won't get too attached."
"And unlike the anime shit, you got more of a variety meaning you're less likely to get obsessed with one thing. I mean the characters are at least different from each other in looks and stuff."
"This is a great idea! I just wish I had some money to go down to the comic shop and try this out!"
"Here, take these. I never bother rereading them." Patricia says handing you a bunch of superhero comics.
"Alright! Thanks!" you say and run down to the basement.
It's funny, but the fact that Patricia was into comics didn't make you more aroused like it would most loser geeks. It might be due to the fact that you were so thankful that someone was not only willing to talk to you, but help you that caused you to no longer look at her with nearly overwhelming lust.
Okay, so after you read them, you DO spend an inordinate amount of time rubbing the comics on yourself and enjoying her "scent" and think about her while you jack off a little bit. But you still feel a little better, like the obsession has lessened a little.
Patricia comes over several more times as your Mom tutors her and she brings you more comics. You appreciate it, but eventually she doesn't need anymore tutoring and you miss her and the comics especially since the comics were working.
You get depressed and mope around the house, but your Mom is quite tired of you in general at this point.
"Look, I know you're trying to beat your fucking addiction, but you're taking too fucking long about it! If you're going to insist on being a man-child that lives in my goddamn basement forever, the least you can do is go and get a fucking job! In fact you ARE going to get one, or I'm kicking your fat ass out!"
Since you don't have much of a choice, you leave the house for the first time in a long time. The sunlight burns your pasty skin and eyes, but you waddle down the street in your quest to find a job.
The problem is, you don't even know where to look, so you just end up going to the comic shop to read them without paying.
Jake the comic shop owner sees you enter and is really surprised.
"Brian is that you? Shit man, thought you might've died of a heart attack or gotten arrested for having child porn on your computer har har har har! Where have you been? You've missed several issues of your favorite Japanese shit."
"Yeah, well that's why I haven't been here, I destroyed my entire collection. I've quit it cold turkey, but it hasn't been easy."
"Shit, that's almost hard to believe, but then again you never were one to miss an issue before, so I guess you're telling the truth. But what brings you back here?"
"I dunno, my mom told me to look for a job or she's going to kick me out. I dunno what I'm going to do."
"Well, you could work here, I need someone to lug around the comic boxes. I'm going to be doing some rearranging."
"What? Are you serious, I thought Ron did that."
"Ron's fuckin' dead. Found the asshole dead with a broken neck in my fucking bathroom! He was looking at one of those sex comics and the dumb ass decided to try autoerotic asphyxiation. I swear that's the last time I hire a retard."
This could be an opportunity to save yourself from being homeless, or it could be a relapse back into your former addiction. Remember, you'd be working right at the source.
> You take the job
This is going to be very difficult, but you'd rather risk getting addicted again than being homeless.
"I'll take the job."
"Alright then, but let's get something straight first. I'm going to be watching you CLOSE. While you say that you've kicked the anime habit, I remember when you were a little junkie, so I don't want to find out if you're stealing shit, because I will be kicking your fat ass if that's ever the case." Jake threatens.
You nod and agree meekishly where upon Jake tells you go start moving and unpacking boxes.
This is probably the first time you've actually had to do any "hard work" in your life. Moving the boxes is an effort for you and you have to rest several times. Jake yells and screams at you the entire time. You almost think he's going to fire you that day, but he never does. You can only assume he's really desperate for help and he must be considering he hired you.
The only good thing about all this, is that you're too damn tired to even think about your anime addiction, but this is just the first day after all…
When you get home, your mother is a little surprised to see you.
"You've been out? I figured you were down in the basement."
"No, I got a job. You said you were going to kick me out if I didn't."
"YOU DID?! How much does it pay?"
"Not much, I work at the comic shop…"
"Oh. Well I suppose it was too much to hope for that you'd actually be able to move out one day…(Sigh) Alright, I guess you made the effort, but don't you think it's a little idiotic to work at a place like that given your addiction?"
"Probably."
Your mother just shakes her head.
"Well you never were the brightest. However, considering that you're making your own money now, you can use THAT to feed your addiction if it should flare up again. And you WILL be paying me back for all that shit you bought with my stolen credit card you asshole!" your Mom says while hitting you upside the head.
You head back down to your basement completely exhausted by today's labor. You don't even jack off, you just fall asleep. You MUST be tired!
As the days go by you go about your job, but you start to feel the temptation. Especially when a big shipment of Japanese DVDs, graphic novels and comics arrive.
You're trying hard not to look too much at the Japanese shit. REALLY hard. In fact something else is starting to get hard and you're starting to hear shit in the stock room.
"Tee hee! Come on, open us up! We've never been touched yet!" a little girl voice says.
"What the fuck?" you reply.
"Yeah, come on Brian, what's wrong? You used to like to deflower us and run your hands ALL over us. I remember how you used to spew all your delicious spunk on our 2-Dimensional faces! Mmmm! Come back to us! We'll love being your little fuck slut in LOLI-WHORE SCHOOL! Tee hee!"
"I was a different person, look I read different comics now. I need some variety."
"Hey man, I'm all for variety, you remember that time you bought that ORGY OF THE CYBERNETIC TENTACLE MUTANTS anime DVD? We've got it all! You should come back to us. It's pointless to resist." a more robotic voice says.
"Shhhhh! Shut up about that! I was uh… just wondering what the appeal was! Look I've been reading some super hero stuff, and I'm starting to like that now, so…"
"Bah! Super heroes! You actually like those muscle bound parodies of the masculine form? I remember when you appreciated a more subtle type of hero. One who was shy, soft spoken and had a large dose of ambiguous sexuality to them. Hey if you don't like girls anymore, we got things to satisfy those urges too you know! Like SHOTA DICKGIRL ADVENTURES!" an effeminate male voice says.
"GAH! Leave me alone!"
"Well there's always…"
"Don't say it!"
"Come on, you can't say you never thought about it…"
"Don't say it!"
"Come on, it's completely normal. They even did a CSI episode of it…"
"Don't you FUCKING say it!"
"Furries."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
At this point you run out of the stock room and the comic shop screaming your head off. You don't stop running until you collapse from exhaustion which means you only get to the end of the block thanks to your poor physical condition.
Fortunately some kind soul helps you.
"Hey Brian, are you okay?" Patricia asks.
Your eyes flutter open and you look up to see an angel of perfection. Your eyes follow her exposed legs, at this angle you can see up her dress. White panties. The color of purity.
She's so pure. She's sooooo good. You take one look at her smiling face and you ejaculate in your skidmarked underwear, giving something else for your poor mom to clean.
"Yeah, I'm okay…I just…I dunno. Some weird shit happened."
"It happens. Okay let's help you up."
As Patricia helps you up, you smell the scent of her hair…SMMMMMM AHH! It smells like heaven!
You just want to tell her how much you like her right now. You're sure that IF you just had a girlfriend you could get over your addiction a lot quicker.
Far be it from me to warn you about this course of action. But you're doing it again.
You start sweating and breathing heavy. Patricia's looking at you with concern.
"Are you alright? You look a little flush."
"I just…I dunno…it addiction is really hard to break and I liked it when we used to speak and stuff. It kept my mind off things a lot better. You were so nice and understanding."
"Awww…look I didn't know I had so much of an effect. I'll tell you what, I'll try to make some time for us to talk every once in awhile"
Well fortunately for you, you weren't quite brave enough to admit your inappropriate feelings directly and she takes what you say completely out of context.
"So where were you heading?" she asks.
"Oh…uh the comic shop. I work there now."
"You do? Well no wonder you nearly had a relapse silly!"
"Yeah well Jake might fire me after this."
"Nah, I'll talk to him. He's always nice to me and gives me discounts. Let's go."
This probably doesn't make things easier for you since this naivety just turns you on more. You have to fight the urge to pull it out and start wackin' it as you stare at her ass the whole time you're walking back to the comic shop.
Jake is about ready to yell at you, but when he sees Patricia he focuses on her instead. You quietly go back and move boxes, getting to keep your job. Once again Patricia has helped you out. This girl MUST be yours! She's everything you could ever want in a girl. She's perfection.
Time passes and you continue to work at the comic shop and spend time with Patricia when you can. It's good for you. You get exercise and get to spend time with a pretty girl… who just happens to be your underage cousin.
Patricia also encourages you to read more American comics which you start doing on a regular basis. Of course now this means you've got a little more to talk about with Patricia and your feelings for her are getting to a point where it's getting harder to not hide.
> You tell Patricia how you really feel about her
It's too much; you just can't hide it anymore. You HAVE to tell her!
One day when you're alone with her in your basement, you just blurt it out.
"Patricia, you've been so nice to me. More than a basement dweller like me deserves. And I know this is wrong, but I've grown to love you. I can only hope that somewhere within you, you love me too."
You're never going to believe this, but Patricia doesn't run away in terror screaming. Though she does look a little apprehensive and starts edging away from you.
"Uh…Brian. I'm flattered, but…uh I don't think…"
"Believe me, I know it's wrong. I used to read the SUPER HAPPY INCEST FAMILY comic series. But I can't help but feel this way about you!"
"Brian, I know you're desperate for female companionship, but maybe you just need to jack off or something."
"Jacking off has lost all meaning now. At one time I used to just be satisfied with images of anime girls getting raped, but now that I've been in close and civilized contact with a real woman on a regular basis I want more."
"Can't you find a different girl?"
"What other girl wants me? You're the only one I know who understands me!"
"But dude, I'm your cousin!"
"So? Samurai Warrior Raki Onari fell in love with his…"
At this point Patricia slaps you.
"Damn it Brian! I thought you were past this! You aren't a samurai, I ain't some geisha and this ISN'T an anime comic! You need to get this Jap shit outta your head once and for all!"
"I know, I know! (Sob!) But its like with you around, all my anime fantasies could come true! I mean maybe you could even put on some cat ears…"
Your cousin slaps you again.
"NO! FUCK NO! Look Brian if you expect any kind of relationship with me, you won't be making me dress up in anything remotely furry!"
"(Sob) I'm sorry, I'm just…wait…did you say?"
"I said if you want any chance with me, you better knock off this anime shit for good!"
You can hardly believe your ears. Against all odds your pretty teenage cousin is offering to have a relationship you. It seemed like she was prett against it just a moment ago. At this point you pinch your own ass just make sure you're not dreaming.
"Ow!" you say.
"Why the fuck are you pinching your own ass?"
"Nevermind. I'm just over thrilled that you aren't calling the police on me. I'm so glad you've made this decision! I can be so good for you; you'll see…but uh, remember we'll have to keep this a secret."
"No shit. We'd probably look suspicious hanging out together if most folks wouldn't ever believe that I'd be caught dead fucking someone that looks like you! Hah! Though all that box lifting at the comic shop must've had an effect on you. You're putting on a little more muscle rather than remaining the disgusting blob you were before."
"Um…thanks I think..."
Now at this point someone less desperate would sense something is amiss personality wise with this chick, but of course you're not really thinking about that.
You don't think about it when she starts sucking your cock, minutes after this conversation.
You don't think about it when she punches you in the face after swallowing your load.
You don't think about it when she's fucking you while your mom is out of the house.
You don't think about it when she begins to constantly insult you and physically abuse you whenever possible.
After getting a dildo shoved up your ass during a particularly rough round of sex, you begin to think about it!
Over the past few months you've come to find out that your lovely Patricia is bat shit insane. Lots of stuff you didn't know about her come to light, like your previous notions of her being some beacon of purity were completely wrong as well. She's been fucking guys since sixth grade. (Definitely shows when she's fucking you too) She's also supposed to be taking meds and she hasn't. You don't exactly know what mental illness she has, but she's definitely not a well girl. (This really shouldn't surprise you considering she's fucking you)
None of this would be so bad, if she hadn't become so increasingly sadistic towards you. You've been letting her get away with it too, so she's just getting worse.
The only good thing about all this is you haven't once been thinking about anime. Not because you've got something else to concentrate on now, but because you've learned to associate anime with pain and fear. (Which is a fetish you definitely haven't embraced) Anytime you showed signs of relapsing again, your cousin would punish you severely. (Even more than usual)
While I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned and the philosophical idea of being careful of wishing and all that other shit, but really none of that is going to help you right now. You can either stay in this completely fucked up relationship or try to break up with her.
> You break up with this crazy bitch!
Seriously? Shit, I didn't think you had it in you.
You gather up all your courage for your next meeting with Patricia. You're really nervous and on edge. Your mom notices this before she goes to work.
"Hey Brian."
"AGHH! SHIT!" you shout, not realizing she was there. "Damn you scared me."
"Calm down, it's just me. Shit, Patricia's got you more jumpy than a five year old at a NAMBLA convention."
"Patricia? Uh I dunno…"
"Cut the shit son, I know all about it. I wash your sheets remember?"
"You knew? You didn't care?"
"Well, I can't say I approved, but I guess I felt sorry for you. I mean hell you were finally getting laid and on a regular basis too. I figured if she got pregnant we'd just abort the unholy bastards. I didn't quite know how crazy Patricia was until I spoke to her mother recently though. I imagine you didn't either, but you were just so grateful for someone to fuck you. My sister Evelyn said they were going to ship her to some convent in South Seas, but strangely your relationship with her has had a calming effect. She seems to let most of her crazy shit out on you."
"Yeah, I noticed and I don't think I like it anymore." You say.
"Well, I can't say I blame you. I'm glad to see you have a backbone somewhere in that out of shape body of yours. Ah fuck, maybe some of this is my fault. I should've gotten you a hooker when you turned sixteen. At least you might've avoided this fucked up relationship."
At this point your mom opens up her purse and takes out her handgun and gives it to you.
"Here, take this. If you're going to break up with her, you might need it."
"I don't want to kill her!"
"Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but given how she is, you'd better have something to protect yourself. Now I'm going to work. Good luck son, and you better not leave a big fucking mess for me to clean up."
Wow, that's gotta be the first time your mom's been supportive. Of course now you're even more nervous.
Eventually Patricia comes over. She's in a horny mood and grabs your balls hard when you open the door.
"Hey you fucking perv. You ready to shove that little dick in me for a good two minutes before you get too tired? Hah! You're such a loser!" she says and then shoves her tongue in your mouth.
You push her back a bit and cover your balls while rubbing them in pain.
"Patricia, we really gotta talk."
"Yes we do! I wanna talk about the last Batman comic! Can you believe that…" she says changing her tone as usual.
"No, Patricia we gotta talk about us."
"Oh?"
While Patricia looks at you expectantly, you start and stop several times in an attempt to tell her it's over, but just can't do it. Patricia on the other hand realizes what's going on and she gets very upset.
"You fucking bastard…you're breaking up with me aren't you? YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!"
"Now Patricia, it's not like that."
"Oh then how is it like? I gave my body, my love, my fuckin' SOUL to your sorry ass and this is how you repay me? Oh fuck no; you're not getting away with this shit!"
Patricia doesn't attack like you think she was going to, she starts to leave.
"What're you doing?"
"Me? I'm going home, that's what I'm doing! And I'm telling everyone of how you've been molesting and raping me on a routine basis. You'll be locked up and I hope some big ass black guys shove their dicks up your bitch ass every night!"
"Patricia, your parents and my mom already know about us." You say in the hopes it'll stop her.
Patricia does stop. She didn't expect that, but she quickly resumes her tirade.
"So what? Then they'll get in trouble too! I'm still underage not to mention your fucking cousin! I'll just go straight to the police and they'll take you all in! Regardless of what happens, you're still going to be in major fucking trouble and you'll still be taking it in the ass in jail!"
Maybe it's fear, maybe it's anger, maybe it's a combination, but you pull the gun on Patricia and order her to stop.
"Patricia, I can't let you do that." You say, while Patricia looks at you in disbelief.
"Brian?! You'd actually shoot me? Someone you used to love?"
"I still love you Patricia, but I can't let you go now. I would've before, but given your threats and your past abuses towards me, I can't take that chance. You're too chaotic…and I gotta do this."
Patricia drops to her knees before you and starts to tear up. Her voice starts to quiver as she begs for her life.
"Brian…(sob) please. Don't do this! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to treat you like that. I'm just all fucked up when I'm not on my medication. I'll start taking it! We can still be together. Just please (sob) Don't kill me!"
For a moment you drop your guard. It's a moment though that is your downfall. Patricia punches you in the nuts and tries to wrestle the gun from your hand. In the ensuing struggle she manages to turn the gun on you and pull the trigger. You feel pain spread from your stomach to every other inch of your body. However unlike the movies, this doesn't result in some "shocked" expression and you falling limp in slow motion. You instead have enough adrenalin to push her off of you and with the gun still firmly in your hands you shoot her twice in the chest.
Patricia falls to the floor in a bloody heap and you do likewise.
'Ugh…damn it Patricia…"
Patricia doesn't respond though since she's already dead. You'll be joining her soon. It's probably for the best anyway. Still, even though she was a crazy bitch, she's still the only love your life. You crawl over and grab her hand as you bleed out.
"Ha ha ha ha, Mom's gonna have a big ass mess to clean up when she gets home." You laugh as you start to lose consciousness and pass from this world.
And so ends the life of another basement dweller, but you know the old saying: "Tis better to have fucked your cousin and die, then to have never fucked your cousin at all."
Okay so that's not how it goes, but you still accomplished one major thing that most basement dwellers never do and that's getting laid by a real live girl. And it didn't even involve money or rape! Not to mention she was a jailbait family member. Do you realize how many sexual repressed Japs and jilted Rednecks dream to be in that position? Why some basement dwelling pedophile fucktards go through their whole pathetic lives too scared to act on their feelings and only content on wackin' it to prostitot beauty pageant pictures. YOU were living the dream man! You were living the fuckin' dream!
So cheer up and don't think of dying as a loss because a Winner is YOU! |
It's too much; you just can't hide it anymore. You HAVE to tell her!
One day when you're alone with her in your basement, you just blurt it out.
"Patricia, you've been so nice to me. More than a basement dweller like me deserves. And I know this is wrong, but I've grown to love you. I can only hope that somewhere within you, you love me too."
You're never going to believe this, but Patricia doesn't run away in terror screaming. Though she does look a little apprehensive and starts edging away from you.
"Uh…Brian. I'm flattered, but…uh I don't think…"
"Believe me, I know it's wrong. I used to read the SUPER HAPPY INCEST FAMILY comic series. But I can't help but feel this way about you!"
"Brian, I know you're desperate for female companionship, but maybe you just need to jack off or something."
"Jacking off has lost all meaning now. At one time I used to just be satisfied with images of anime girls getting raped, but now that I've been in close and civilized contact with a real woman on a regular basis I want more."
"Can't you find a different girl?"
"What other girl wants me? You're the only one I know who understands me!"
"But dude, I'm your cousin!"
"So? Samurai Warrior Raki Onari fell in love with his…"
At this point Patricia slaps you.
"Damn it Brian! I thought you were past this! You aren't a samurai, I ain't some geisha and this ISN'T an anime comic! You need to get this Jap shit outta your head once and for all!"
"I know, I know! (Sob!) But its like with you around, all my anime fantasies could come true! I mean maybe you could even put on some cat ears…"
Your cousin slaps you again.
"NO! FUCK NO! Look Brian if you expect any kind of relationship with me, you won't be making me dress up in anything remotely furry!"
"(Sob) I'm sorry, I'm just…wait…did you say?"
"I said if you want any chance with me, you better knock off this anime shit for good!"
You can hardly believe your ears. Against all odds your pretty teenage cousin is offering to have a relationship you. It seemed like she was prett against it just a moment ago. At this point you pinch your own ass just make sure you're not dreaming.
"Ow!" you say.
"Why the fuck are you pinching your own ass?"
"Nevermind. I'm just over thrilled that you aren't calling the police on me. I'm so glad you've made this decision! I can be so good for you; you'll see…but uh, remember we'll have to keep this a secret."
"No shit. We'd probably look suspicious hanging out together if most folks wouldn't ever believe that I'd be caught dead fucking someone that looks like you! Hah! Though all that box lifting at the comic shop must've had an effect on you. You're putting on a little more muscle rather than remaining the disgusting blob you were before."
"Um…thanks I think..."
Now at this point someone less desperate would sense something is amiss personality wise with this chick, but of course you're not really thinking about that.
You don't think about it when she starts sucking your cock, minutes after this conversation.
You don't think about it when she punches you in the face after swallowing your load.
You don't think about it when she's fucking you while your mom is out of the house.
You don't think about it when she begins to constantly insult you and physically abuse you whenever possible.
After getting a dildo shoved up your ass during a particularly rough round of sex, you begin to think about it!
Over the past few months you've come to find out that your lovely Patricia is bat shit insane. Lots of stuff you didn't know about her come to light, like your previous notions of her being some beacon of purity were completely wrong as well. She's been fucking guys since sixth grade. (Definitely shows when she's fucking you too) She's also supposed to be taking meds and she hasn't. You don't exactly know what mental illness she has, but she's definitely not a well girl. (This really shouldn't surprise you considering she's fucking you)
None of this would be so bad, if she hadn't become so increasingly sadistic towards you. You've been letting her get away with it too, so she's just getting worse.
The only good thing about all this is you haven't once been thinking about anime. Not because you've got something else to concentrate on now, but because you've learned to associate anime with pain and fear. (Which is a fetish you definitely haven't embraced) Anytime you showed signs of relapsing again, your cousin would punish you severely. (Even more than usual)
While I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned and the philosophical idea of being careful of wishing and all that other shit, but really none of that is going to help you right now. You can either stay in this completely fucked up relationship or try to break up with her.
> You stay because even though she hurts you a lot, deep down you know she loves me
Well I would say you're pussy whipped, and while that might have something to do with it, it's far more likely that you're just suffering from a form of battered spouse syndrome.
Yeah so anyway you stay with her and put up with more of her abuse. Now you're probably thinking that she ends up killing you or something, but that doesn't happen.
Nope, you don't get arrested for statutory rape either. Her parents and your Mom are quite aware of the situation, but because Patricia lets all her aggression out on you, her parents find her to be much more manageable now. As for your mom, she figures that you getting laid and not wasting time on anime anymore so it's at least step up.
Time passes and eventually you manage to get her ass pregnant. It's at this point you are forced to move out of your mom's house since she's not putting up with you, your crazy bitch AND your unholy seed (Patricia's family is even less receptive to the idea). Fortunately, you save up enough money to move out of your mom's house and into a cheap ass trailer park with Patricia. (Hey you're already fucking your cousin, might as well go with it at this point)
You and Patricia live in this trailer park for the rest of your lives where she not only continues to abuse you mentally and physically but also gets fatter with each mutant child she gives birth to.
Face it, you're a big ass loser pal, but at least you're no longer a basement dweller. |
This is going to be very difficult, but you'd rather risk getting addicted again than being homeless.
"I'll take the job."
"Alright then, but let's get something straight first. I'm going to be watching you CLOSE. While you say that you've kicked the anime habit, I remember when you were a little junkie, so I don't want to find out if you're stealing shit, because I will be kicking your fat ass if that's ever the case." Jake threatens.
You nod and agree meekishly where upon Jake tells you go start moving and unpacking boxes.
This is probably the first time you've actually had to do any "hard work" in your life. Moving the boxes is an effort for you and you have to rest several times. Jake yells and screams at you the entire time. You almost think he's going to fire you that day, but he never does. You can only assume he's really desperate for help and he must be considering he hired you.
The only good thing about all this, is that you're too damn tired to even think about your anime addiction, but this is just the first day after all…
When you get home, your mother is a little surprised to see you.
"You've been out? I figured you were down in the basement."
"No, I got a job. You said you were going to kick me out if I didn't."
"YOU DID?! How much does it pay?"
"Not much, I work at the comic shop…"
"Oh. Well I suppose it was too much to hope for that you'd actually be able to move out one day…(Sigh) Alright, I guess you made the effort, but don't you think it's a little idiotic to work at a place like that given your addiction?"
"Probably."
Your mother just shakes her head.
"Well you never were the brightest. However, considering that you're making your own money now, you can use THAT to feed your addiction if it should flare up again. And you WILL be paying me back for all that shit you bought with my stolen credit card you asshole!" your Mom says while hitting you upside the head.
You head back down to your basement completely exhausted by today's labor. You don't even jack off, you just fall asleep. You MUST be tired!
As the days go by you go about your job, but you start to feel the temptation. Especially when a big shipment of Japanese DVDs, graphic novels and comics arrive.
You're trying hard not to look too much at the Japanese shit. REALLY hard. In fact something else is starting to get hard and you're starting to hear shit in the stock room.
"Tee hee! Come on, open us up! We've never been touched yet!" a little girl voice says.
"What the fuck?" you reply.
"Yeah, come on Brian, what's wrong? You used to like to deflower us and run your hands ALL over us. I remember how you used to spew all your delicious spunk on our 2-Dimensional faces! Mmmm! Come back to us! We'll love being your little fuck slut in LOLI-WHORE SCHOOL! Tee hee!"
"I was a different person, look I read different comics now. I need some variety."
"Hey man, I'm all for variety, you remember that time you bought that ORGY OF THE CYBERNETIC TENTACLE MUTANTS anime DVD? We've got it all! You should come back to us. It's pointless to resist." a more robotic voice says.
"Shhhhh! Shut up about that! I was uh… just wondering what the appeal was! Look I've been reading some super hero stuff, and I'm starting to like that now, so…"
"Bah! Super heroes! You actually like those muscle bound parodies of the masculine form? I remember when you appreciated a more subtle type of hero. One who was shy, soft spoken and had a large dose of ambiguous sexuality to them. Hey if you don't like girls anymore, we got things to satisfy those urges too you know! Like SHOTA DICKGIRL ADVENTURES!" an effeminate male voice says.
"GAH! Leave me alone!"
"Well there's always…"
"Don't say it!"
"Come on, you can't say you never thought about it…"
"Don't say it!"
"Come on, it's completely normal. They even did a CSI episode of it…"
"Don't you FUCKING say it!"
"Furries."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
At this point you run out of the stock room and the comic shop screaming your head off. You don't stop running until you collapse from exhaustion which means you only get to the end of the block thanks to your poor physical condition.
Fortunately some kind soul helps you.
"Hey Brian, are you okay?" Patricia asks.
Your eyes flutter open and you look up to see an angel of perfection. Your eyes follow her exposed legs, at this angle you can see up her dress. White panties. The color of purity.
She's so pure. She's sooooo good. You take one look at her smiling face and you ejaculate in your skidmarked underwear, giving something else for your poor mom to clean.
"Yeah, I'm okay…I just…I dunno. Some weird shit happened."
"It happens. Okay let's help you up."
As Patricia helps you up, you smell the scent of her hair…SMMMMMM AHH! It smells like heaven!
You just want to tell her how much you like her right now. You're sure that IF you just had a girlfriend you could get over your addiction a lot quicker.
Far be it from me to warn you about this course of action. But you're doing it again.
You start sweating and breathing heavy. Patricia's looking at you with concern.
"Are you alright? You look a little flush."
"I just…I dunno…it addiction is really hard to break and I liked it when we used to speak and stuff. It kept my mind off things a lot better. You were so nice and understanding."
"Awww…look I didn't know I had so much of an effect. I'll tell you what, I'll try to make some time for us to talk every once in awhile"
Well fortunately for you, you weren't quite brave enough to admit your inappropriate feelings directly and she takes what you say completely out of context.
"So where were you heading?" she asks.
"Oh…uh the comic shop. I work there now."
"You do? Well no wonder you nearly had a relapse silly!"
"Yeah well Jake might fire me after this."
"Nah, I'll talk to him. He's always nice to me and gives me discounts. Let's go."
This probably doesn't make things easier for you since this naivety just turns you on more. You have to fight the urge to pull it out and start wackin' it as you stare at her ass the whole time you're walking back to the comic shop.
Jake is about ready to yell at you, but when he sees Patricia he focuses on her instead. You quietly go back and move boxes, getting to keep your job. Once again Patricia has helped you out. This girl MUST be yours! She's everything you could ever want in a girl. She's perfection.
Time passes and you continue to work at the comic shop and spend time with Patricia when you can. It's good for you. You get exercise and get to spend time with a pretty girl… who just happens to be your underage cousin.
Patricia also encourages you to read more American comics which you start doing on a regular basis. Of course now this means you've got a little more to talk about with Patricia and your feelings for her are getting to a point where it's getting harder to not hide.
> You keep it to yourself
This is pretty surprising. In your choice between pussy and morals you chose morals. You've really come a long way.
Actually you haven't. Your fear is just overriding your hornyness level. The fear of getting locked up for statutory rape and pedophilia and getting ass raped by real criminals is too great. It's just as well; your shot at your cousin was pretty slim anyway.
In the meantime you tell Patricia to get out as you're getting sleepy. You begin pushing her towards the door trying very hard not to grab her ass or tits.
"Alright, alright! I'm going! Stop shoving me! Shit, what's your problem!?"
"I got a lot on my mind alright? I won't have you hounding me with questions! Get out! Out! Out!"
Your outburst makes Patricia very upset. In fact she tears up, you fucking cad.
"Oh fuck you then! I was trying to help your lame ass out! I even thought that maybe… Nevermind! Don't fucking contact me anymore jerk off! (Sob!)" Patricia yells before slamming the door.
With your cousin gone you feel so lost. Normally the temptation to go back to anime would be there, but instead you just feel depressed. It's sort of like the first time she stopped coming over, but a lot worse because now you know she's not coming back. Patricia was like your "girlfriend" even if she really wasn't; the illusion was enough for you.
You cry in your pillows. The very pillows you used to hump and pretend they were her. You're too sad to even do that. You're totally emo right now.
Why you're so emo, you might just become AN HERO.
> You become AN HERO
Well I guess we all shouldn't be surprised that it would end like this.
In the traditional of overly dramatic An Heros you decide to make a suicide note first. If you still had the internet you would've really been able to take advantage of this momentous occasion, but ever since you gave up anime you lost that perk.
Anyway since you don't really have any friends or even any relatives that like you, you just write about how you can't go on due to your sick obsession with Patricia and then life isn't worth living, it sucks, blah blah blah…
After writing your emo faggotry, you now decide on how to kill yourself. Unfortunately your mom carries her gun on her at all times so you can't shoot yourself and you're probably too much of a fucking sissy to go out V-Tech style anyway.
You try hanging, but your inept ass can't tie a proper knot. Eventually you give up.
You head to the bathroom to find some pills, but your mom hasn't refilled her prescriptions lately. You just swallow what's left in the medicine cabinet, only to throw it all up five minutes later.
Undeterred in your quest to pwn yourself, you grab your mom's razor blades and slit your fucking wrists open (Down the road not across the street of course) at last accomplishing something worthwhile in your miserable life.
You begin to bleed out; surprisingly you don't even change your mind and try to desperately call 911. You just think about how you wasted your life in your mom's basement jerking off to anime and how if you hadn't tried to stop you probably wouldn't be in this situation now. You would've been content on living the life of a basement dweller not knowing any better. Gotta love the irony eh?
Eventually you die and leave a bloody mess for your mom to clean up when she gets home. You aren't really missed, and your letter was so drenched in blood that it was illegible, so nobody really knows why you killed yourself if anybody cared in the first place.
In other words you're not even amusing enough to be An Hero, you fail at life AND death! |
This is pretty surprising. In your choice between pussy and morals you chose morals. You've really come a long way.
Actually you haven't. Your fear is just overriding your hornyness level. The fear of getting locked up for statutory rape and pedophilia and getting ass raped by real criminals is too great. It's just as well; your shot at your cousin was pretty slim anyway.
In the meantime you tell Patricia to get out as you're getting sleepy. You begin pushing her towards the door trying very hard not to grab her ass or tits.
"Alright, alright! I'm going! Stop shoving me! Shit, what's your problem!?"
"I got a lot on my mind alright? I won't have you hounding me with questions! Get out! Out! Out!"
Your outburst makes Patricia very upset. In fact she tears up, you fucking cad.
"Oh fuck you then! I was trying to help your lame ass out! I even thought that maybe… Nevermind! Don't fucking contact me anymore jerk off! (Sob!)" Patricia yells before slamming the door.
With your cousin gone you feel so lost. Normally the temptation to go back to anime would be there, but instead you just feel depressed. It's sort of like the first time she stopped coming over, but a lot worse because now you know she's not coming back. Patricia was like your "girlfriend" even if she really wasn't; the illusion was enough for you.
You cry in your pillows. The very pillows you used to hump and pretend they were her. You're too sad to even do that. You're totally emo right now.
Why you're so emo, you might just become AN HERO.
> You damn it man, don't be AN HERO!
No! You will not become like every other loser that kills himself due to not being able to get some jailbait pussy. You'll be like every other loser that finds a substitute instead!
You can't think about her though, you need something else! But you got rid of all your anime and internet months ago! And you gotta jack off NOW!
You then remember, your other comics! You can use them instead! You quickly grab and scan through them…
All these super females are more like women than girls, but as you've been reading them over the past few months you find that you can still get turned on by them.
Ah hah! She-Hulk! She'll do!
You begin to jack off vigorously to your replacement, and lo and behold it works! You feel better and less depressed.
Months pass and eventually you're over Patricia altogether and found that obsessing over comic book girls to be much easier for you.
Besides you've found a new true love in all this: She-Hulk.
Why her? Hell if I know, it's your pathetic fetish. I suppose you latched on to her the most due to her being your first jack off material after you resisted Patricia. Plus she's green and shit.
Whatever the reason you just can't get enough of her! She's not only strong, but she's intelligent too! And she looks just SO sexy with her green skin and Amazonian build!
You never wanted to fuck that sexy green bitch so much in your life! The real women just can't compare to this two dimensional green goddess! They'll never relate to you the way that SHE can. Oh sure your cousin Patricia came close, but…
Forget about that bitch, you got She-Hulk now!
But how you WISH She-Hulk was REAL! If ONLY that giant poster on your wall could come to life.
Hey loser, MAYBE if you wish REAL hard it will come true!
> You wish!
Are you fucking serious? I was fucking joking about that! Then again you're pretty much bat shit insane at this point anyway…
Okay so you look at the poster of your unnatural object of desire, and begin to concentrate.
And concentrate…
And concentrate…
Well you've stared at the fuckin' picture long enough to get you horny as hell, but she still hasn't come to life and spread her green legs for you yet.
All you've gotten is an erection from your staring.
Now you're looking at your dick.
You're looking at the pic.
You're looking at your dick.
You're looking at the pic.
Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick.
While all this is mildly amusing, we probably should get on with this futile exercise
"URRRGGGH!"
That's you still trying to wish She-Hulk into existence.
You don't have a boner anymore since all the blood rushing to your other head as you redouble your efforts into concentrating on the poster.
Of course now you're starting to give yourself a fucking headache from this nonsense, in fact you're getting a little dizzy, you silly motherfucker.
Y'know you gave it a shot, but maybe this just wasn't meant to be.
Your cousin Patricia's still available and considering what a hopeless loser you are anyway, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you tried to pursue her again. I mean someone like you really should get it where you can and you can't do that by jacking off to cartoon characters in your mom's basement.
Think about how she left. She seemed pretty upset on a personal level. Maybe she even liked you romantically in some way. Maybe you could contact her again.
Of course if you wanna risk giving yourself a fuckin' seizure, it's your choice.
> You call up Patricia
You quickly snap to your senses. This She-Hulk fetish is just yet another way for you to avoid real women! You did that with anime, and now you're doing it with this.
Patricia helped you out and was kind and sweet to you when by all rights you should've been taken out to the woods and shot for being a useless waste of skin. You need a woman like that in your life.
You quickly stop jerking it to She-Hulk and call up your cousin Patricia.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hey Patricia, it's me Brian! I want us to be together! I know I fucked up before, but it's because I thought that obsessing over my underage cousin was unnatural! But now I've come to realize it wasn't unnatural at all! It was perfectly normal! Shit, it was downright Biblical! I know you must've liked me on some level too, so how about it? Will you give us another chance…and uh…keep it a secret at least until you're eighteen?"
"Brian, this is Patricia's mother, Evelyn."
Oh fuck.
"Uh…hi Aunt Evelyn. Wow, you sound just like Patricia…uh…um…"
"Don't even try to talk your way outta it Brian."
"Erm…uh…"
"Stuttering isn't much better. If it'll clear your mind though, I'm not going to call the police on you. However, I can't allow you to go out with Patricia."
"But…but I love her!"
"Yeah, and I'm sure you would love for her to have your seven fingered, one eyed kids, but Patricia's getting sent to a convent in the South Seas."
"What? Why?"
"Why? Because me and her father are sick of her going off her meds and giving us fucking grief, that's why! She's a disobedient little whore, and we've had enough!"
You're pretty floored by this revelation.
"…but…well hey wait. Maybe you could marry her off to me, and I could keep an eye on her and show her love she desperately needs."
"YOU? Hah! And how's that going to work out living in your mom's basement? Christ I dunno how my sister even puts up with you. I would've sent you to a convent years ago. Besides, if we can't control her, I doubt if you'd be able to. She'd have you so wrapped around her little finger you'd probably suck an AIDS ridden cock if she told you to. And while I'm sure it would still be the best thing that's ever happened in your basement dwelling life, it ain't happening. Goodbye."
With that final telephone click, you fall to the floor in defeat. Your destiny is sealed and you return to the basement to wallow in 2-dimentional girls. Eventually you save up enough money to get a new computer and hooked up to the internet again and your relapse is complete. The only differences being that you still work at the comic shop and that you aren't obsessed with anime anymore. (Though you still jack off to the occasional loli-con)
A step up, I suppose but not much of one. The fact remains that you're still a basement dwelling virgin and you remain one until you eventually die of a Twinkie overload which causes your artery clogged heart to explode. |
Are you fucking serious? I was fucking joking about that! Then again you're pretty much bat shit insane at this point anyway…
Okay so you look at the poster of your unnatural object of desire, and begin to concentrate.
And concentrate…
And concentrate…
Well you've stared at the fuckin' picture long enough to get you horny as hell, but she still hasn't come to life and spread her green legs for you yet.
All you've gotten is an erection from your staring.
Now you're looking at your dick.
You're looking at the pic.
You're looking at your dick.
You're looking at the pic.
Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick.
While all this is mildly amusing, we probably should get on with this futile exercise
"URRRGGGH!"
That's you still trying to wish She-Hulk into existence.
You don't have a boner anymore since all the blood rushing to your other head as you redouble your efforts into concentrating on the poster.
Of course now you're starting to give yourself a fucking headache from this nonsense, in fact you're getting a little dizzy, you silly motherfucker.
Y'know you gave it a shot, but maybe this just wasn't meant to be.
Your cousin Patricia's still available and considering what a hopeless loser you are anyway, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you tried to pursue her again. I mean someone like you really should get it where you can and you can't do that by jacking off to cartoon characters in your mom's basement.
Think about how she left. She seemed pretty upset on a personal level. Maybe she even liked you romantically in some way. Maybe you could contact her again.
Of course if you wanna risk giving yourself a fuckin' seizure, it's your choice.
> You won't be denied! Not when you're THIS close to paradise!
You think and wish and concentrate and all that other shit like you've never done before!
And congratu-fuckin'-lations, you just knocked yourself fuckin' unconscious you wacky fucktard!
You're not out for long though and when you come to, you hear a voice say to you…
"Are you alright?"
You rub your eyes. Can it be? IT IS! IT FUCKIN' IS! IT'S SHE-HULK! In all her green Amazonian glory!
You knew it! You knew if you worked for it hard enough, and wanted it bad enough, dreams really can come true!
She-Hulk looks at you smiling, and helps you up. She wants you, you KNOW it. You were meant to be together! And this your big chance to hit that sweet green pussy!
You briefly think about talking with her to get to know her a little better…
Talk? What's to talk about? You already know everything about her from the comics you read! No you gotta be a man of action! That's what got her to come to life in the first place. You kiss She-Hulk.
She kisses you back! You were half expecting her to clean your clock, but with the way things are going it looks like she's gonna be sucking you cock!
This fuckin' rules!
You and She-Hulk express your mutual love for each other in a physical way. She does things to you that you haven't even had wet dreams about! (And you've had a lot of them) What surprises you the most is that's she's a gentle lover, which makes this not only physical attraction, but an emotional and even spiritual one as well. You are truly in heaven…
At least until your Mom walks in on you!
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she screams.
You suddenly realize you haven't been fucking She-Hulk at all. You've been ramming your dick into your poster of her on the wall the entire time you crazy fucker! You've ruined your poster, you've ruined your wall, you've ruined your dick and you've ruined your life! (Okay so your life was already ruined to begin with, but I was on a roll)
You dumb motherfucker, all the wishing in the world ain't gonna make that green mutant come to life! (And like she would want YOU even if she was real!)
Your Mom has you committed (And who could blame her) You spend years in therapy trying to get over your obsession for She-Hulk, eventually your love goes away. It's not easy, but the doctors manage to help you kick the green goddess by giving you other comics to read. In time you soon forget all about She-Hulk and don't know what you ever saw in her, as you read your other comics.
You should've been focusing more on Wonder Woman!
Now she's REALLY hot!
Hey maybe if you wish REAL hard… |
Pretty brave of you, let's see if it works.
You sit far away from her and answer her, while trying not to stare too hard.
"Oh, well I'm sorta doing okay I guess…"
"You seem troubled, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really, I'm just trying to…(sigh) I'll be honest. I've been severely addicted to anime for years and I've just now started to go cold turkey and it's been harder than I thought."
This confessional is about the only thing you could think of to talk about that wouldn't cause her to call the cops on you. And that's still a possibility. Stay the course fatty, stay the fucking course!
"Wow, that's pretty commendable of you. I remember that you were all into that anime stuff the last time we had a family gathering. Even though I was young even I thought you were a bit obsessed with it."
"Yeah I dunno how I'm going to make it…" you say trying to fight the urge to say anything inappropriate.
"Maybe you should try this." Patricia says and opens up her bookbag. She throws a comic book at you. It's one of those superhero ones. AMERICAN superheroes! Like superman and such. You're taken off guard and forget about your unnatural feelings for a moment.
"Superman?"
"Yeah, maybe if you read some other comics it will help ease your transition. The only thing is, you could get addicted to those, so be careful."
"Y'know, this could work. I never really was interested in these types before, so I probably won't get too attached."
"And unlike the anime shit, you got more of a variety meaning you're less likely to get obsessed with one thing. I mean the characters are at least different from each other in looks and stuff."
"This is a great idea! I just wish I had some money to go down to the comic shop and try this out!"
"Here, take these. I never bother rereading them." Patricia says handing you a bunch of superhero comics.
"Alright! Thanks!" you say and run down to the basement.
It's funny, but the fact that Patricia was into comics didn't make you more aroused like it would most loser geeks. It might be due to the fact that you were so thankful that someone was not only willing to talk to you, but help you that caused you to no longer look at her with nearly overwhelming lust.
Okay, so after you read them, you DO spend an inordinate amount of time rubbing the comics on yourself and enjoying her "scent" and think about her while you jack off a little bit. But you still feel a little better, like the obsession has lessened a little.
Patricia comes over several more times as your Mom tutors her and she brings you more comics. You appreciate it, but eventually she doesn't need anymore tutoring and you miss her and the comics especially since the comics were working.
You get depressed and mope around the house, but your Mom is quite tired of you in general at this point.
"Look, I know you're trying to beat your fucking addiction, but you're taking too fucking long about it! If you're going to insist on being a man-child that lives in my goddamn basement forever, the least you can do is go and get a fucking job! In fact you ARE going to get one, or I'm kicking your fat ass out!"
Since you don't have much of a choice, you leave the house for the first time in a long time. The sunlight burns your pasty skin and eyes, but you waddle down the street in your quest to find a job.
The problem is, you don't even know where to look, so you just end up going to the comic shop to read them without paying.
Jake the comic shop owner sees you enter and is really surprised.
"Brian is that you? Shit man, thought you might've died of a heart attack or gotten arrested for having child porn on your computer har har har har! Where have you been? You've missed several issues of your favorite Japanese shit."
"Yeah, well that's why I haven't been here, I destroyed my entire collection. I've quit it cold turkey, but it hasn't been easy."
"Shit, that's almost hard to believe, but then again you never were one to miss an issue before, so I guess you're telling the truth. But what brings you back here?"
"I dunno, my mom told me to look for a job or she's going to kick me out. I dunno what I'm going to do."
"Well, you could work here, I need someone to lug around the comic boxes. I'm going to be doing some rearranging."
"What? Are you serious, I thought Ron did that."
"Ron's fuckin' dead. Found the asshole dead with a broken neck in my fucking bathroom! He was looking at one of those sex comics and the dumb ass decided to try autoerotic asphyxiation. I swear that's the last time I hire a retard."
This could be an opportunity to save yourself from being homeless, or it could be a relapse back into your former addiction. Remember, you'd be working right at the source.
> You find a different one
You decide it's too much temptation so you don't even suggest it. Meanwhile Jake continues to speak.
"So what are you looking for today, if you gave up the Anime shit?"
"Uh, nothing Jake. I don't have any money."
"Well if you don't have any money get the fuck outta my store, I can't afford to have fuckers lingering around without Ron around anymore. He might've been a retard, but he scared away any potential shoplifters."
"Aw Jake, I'm not going to steal anything!"
"Yeah well I'm making sure you don't by throwing your broke ass out. Besides you're on the wagon, you might do something desperate like grab a bunch of my comics and run out of the store."
It's useless to argue with Jake at this point so you leave continuing to feel depressed. Eventually you go back home go to sleep hoping that Mom will take mercy on you when she gets home.
She doesn't.
She was quite serious about throwing you out and does just that. All you have are the clothes on your back and the comics that Patricia gave you.
Patricia! That's it! You'll go live at her parent's house! Then you can talk to her all the time!
At this point you've definitely cracked a little bit and have become hopefully delusional. You make your way over there fully believing that you'll be accepted with open arms. Nevermind the fact that Patricia's parents always thought you were a big ass loser even when you a kid. (They always thought your mom was a bitch too)
When you get over there you bang on the door loudly. At first there is no answer and you hear some sounds of running around and the sounds of "Hold on! Hold on!" You think you even hear someone running out the back. Eventually the door opens up. It's Patricia and she's only wearing a skimpy little robe. Her hair also looks disheveled. You're almost awestruck by her near nakedness if she wasn't so obviously pissed off.
"Brian what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were my Mom and Dad! You scared the shit out me! (Sigh) I was finally going to make a man outta my boyfriend today, thanks for interrupting us, fat ass!"
"What?"
"Do it! Have sex! FUCK! You scared off my boyfriend though when you were banging on the door."
"Well you still could go through with those plans..." You say lustfully.
"Huh. You don't know my boyfriend. It'll be awhile before he calms down again, I practically had to make the first moves to begin with."
"I was talking about me." you say attempting to reach for her robe.
"Huh? What? EW! NO! Get away from me you perv!" Patricia screams and quickly slams the door in your face.
You completely lose it at this point and start banging on the door screaming.
"Come on Patricia, I know you want this! And I NEED this!"
You go so far as to grabbing a nearby brick and throwing it through the window. Some of the neighbors hear the commotion and come out to investigate.
"Hey you crazy fat fucker, what the hell's going on!?"
"I'm getting some pussy!" you cry out, as you clumsily climb through the broken window cutting yourself up in the process.
You climb inside and fall on the floor, with your hands bloody and your dick still hard. Dirty thoughts of Patricia getting ready to have sex with her boyfriend fill your mind. Those thoughts will be your last as Patricia has grabbed her daddy's gun and when you look up a bullet goes through your eye.
On the plus side, you didn't think about anime once during your last living moments. |
After years of watching anime and being dangerously close to either becoming a pedophile or a furry, (Or possibly a furry pedophile) you finally make a worthwhile decision. You grab your new anime DVDs and break them all! You then grab all your old ones and break them too!
Manga books all fucking burned! Comics too! Video games with anime graphics destroyed! You even break your computer just so you can't be tempted by the internet! You've just destroyed your "social life" by doing that, but it's worth it!
NO MORE FUCKING ANIME!
Holy shit you feel free! Seriously this is the first day of your new life and you've just made a break through here.
But don't get too puffed up there fatty. The fact still remains that you're a basement dwelling loser. You're also going to experience withdrawals and the temptation to go back to anime will be there.
Best thing you can do right now is confine yourself to the house for awhile. Now…I know that might seem odd given that you practically stay inside for days on end anyway, but your trips to the comic shops might provide too much temptation.
And so begins the long road to recovery…
Days pass into weeks and you got the jitters like a fucking crackhead. You spend a lot of time pacing and staring at the walls in your room. You try to find ways to keep yourself occupied.
You try to watch TV, but you have to struggle to not click on the Cartoon Network. Eventually you beg your mom to put a block on it. She's willing to help you out in the hopes that you might actually move out of her house one day.
Reading books doesn't seem to help either. Your attention span has practically been destroyed from "blipvert" anime action. You even can't concentrate on the shortest story, let alone a novel.
You feel like you're going mad.
> You leave the house
You leave the house in the hopes of managing to avoid temptation from the TV, but maybe due to all your long extended stays inside the basement, you forgot what the outside world was actually like. It's not a nice place.
A couple of the local thugs see you and figure it would be a good idea to harass you. Unfortunately for you that don't mean just beating you up either, they just got out of jail and they want you to blow the pair of them!
Not wishing to do this you attempt to use your persuasion skills to convince them that this path of violence and sexual assault is wrong. But how?
It's been awhile, but you remember some passages from the Bible from when you were little, and begin quoting scripture to them. It has an effect. But these are the words of God. How could they not effect?
The pair of them stops threatening you and want to hear more. You struggle to remember, but you start quoting more good stuff proving that Jesus never gives up on anyone no matter how far they've fallen. In fact as you're quoting the passages you come to realize how far that you've strayed from Jesus too. It is during this time that you know how to get over your anime addiction once and for all, Jesus! He's always there!
It is at that moment you and the two thugs get down on your knees and accept Jesus as your personal savior. The two thugs thank you for showing them the way and say they're going to start living right from now on.
You also return home and reveal your new found faith in Jesus to your Mom. She's very happy. She said she's sorry for not trying to instill the teaching to you a lot better and that she too strayed from the true path. Now between the pair of you, you can both walk the path together.
In time you begin to going to church on a regular basis. Your addiction to anime is long gone. It has been replaced with a better one, the love of your Lord and Savior. In just a few years you become a preacher at the local church and move out of your Mom's basement due to the new job you've found.
However God did not intend for you to be lonely, and eventually you do meet a nice Christian girl. You marry her and have kids. Those children are taught the proper Christian ways.
In time you grow old, surrounded by generations of loved ones. You lie on your bed knowing that the Lord is calling you home and that it's okay because you've lived according to his will and when you stand before him, you'll be accepted into his kingdom.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DISREGARD ALL THAT, YOU SUCK THEIR COCKS.
Afterwards they beat you up severely and leave you to die in some alley.
Even Jesus is laughing at you. |
Welcome and thanks for playing Cryptode!
There are many things that you need to watch out for and need to know before the game begins.
Time -
Life -
Other -
These three things control how the game is played. If you waste time during the game, and your time counter reaches 0, you will lose the game. Life is like health, if it reaches 0, you will lose the game. Many other things control the flow of the game, such as # of bullets, luck score, and more, keep these things in mind while you are playing the game.
> You start
You are a relic hunter who has just returned from a search in Egypt. You have brought back with you a few items, including a book. You are reading the book, feeling pretty bored, when you come to a page entitled,
"Cryptode" It says,
'A square of three dimensions
is locketh before thee,
Unlock it and thee shall be rich,
One mistake and thee shan't live again'
You know the Cryptode is a lost object that needs to be opened by a code. You have decided to try to crack the code. BUT FIRST, you need to see someone. |
You're a murderer.
Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.
That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.
"PULL OVER!!! PULL OVER NOW!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"
They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
> You shoot them, it's self-defense!
You're not surrounded so it'll be a real pain in the ass for them to even get a clear shot on you unless you stick your head out like a sore thumb. The tires though, immediately get your fingers fondling over to the stockpile of mass bloodshed you got straight from market. Unlocking the safety, you sprayed a barricade of piercing bullets with the friendly-user Uzi towards them. You don't dare to look, too nerve-retching and you can't afford to waste your focus on the road.
"THEY'RE FIRING AT US!!! CALLING FOR SUPPORT!! CALLING FOR SUPPORT!! HOLD THEM UP!!!"
So they think there are accomplices involved? Man, that would have been very comforting at a time like this. This stuff is the thing that you can only see on movies, not experiencing it in real life and you can't have the fortune to share it with anyone...at least you'll have everyone wanting you in custody till death after this, a nice bonus for a loner like you.
It looks like your firepower struck them as the deadly stuffs, they pull over and start to station in one place, aiming solely at your buggy and throwing rounds as you speed up to oblivion. You're safe...at least for now. From a runaway, you've became a wanderer. The future ain't going to got any lights for you but you'll have to bear with that, you just have to. You don't want to die. No matter how much the world spy on your fear or judge you, you will not die on this small world.
... Looking through the door and feeling all the wonderful sensations the wind let you enjoy, you seize your mind back in its origin, a calm and successful mind.
"Ha...Haah hah hahh! A hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" You fake the laugh of a psychopath to let all the tears built up inside fly along, waving your brows in every fit. "...hahaha...damn..."
You had sat there, laughing exactly like this just 2 hours ago, it more likely was belonged to a maniac, the one who put a bullet through a helpless person and cracked up in awe as his lover guided him towards the next targets. Revenge is never meant to be sweet, but it sure feels great afterward! Rocking the flow of blood in your veins, you drive through the clearing, followed by rains of falling leaves marking your exit.
> You need a smoke after all of that first...
You are John Namour, 28 years old, a normal secretary from some wealthy company which tries so hard to maintain its image that you have to question if all of your hard works really paid off working there. It's only thanks to Laura that you could enjoy your days signing sheets.
A real beauty, she was...she was so naive, the things she could do sometimes. The opportunity of you getting to hold a conversation with her was like the Solar System lining up straightly. 21 vs 28, you thought you'd had your chance someday, assuming you could improve yourself into a braver, better man to give her the ring. You tried your best to understand her mind, her standing, her habits...by yourself. Hell! You even bought and gave expensive jewelries to her mother and her sister. Winning your soon-to-be-lovely-wife's family is your first...and your last affection.
Your boss just couldn't allow it, could he? What a friendly bunch of meatdrops he had in store for young women. You knew something was wrong when you saw that fucker's smug sweep at her. Just when things could have gotten any worse, Laura hung herself in her room. The moment her mother read the first word of her suicidal note to you over the phone, you were downright demonic. Instead of assuaging her, you scared her and everyone off with your sudden loud tone, demanding a clear explanation. The rest of the writing was about you, how you've cared for her and her family. You drew your first blood afterward.
"...hahhhh..." You blow a few smoke off your lungs, a burning nicotine stick between your fingers. "Useless...doesn't do a damn thing..."
You are not made to love her, you're a hot-headed psychopath and you cringe at the thought of you abusing her. Before, you were writing paper and now, those fingers nearly mark you as a dangerous crackshot, an inspirational killer to the news and an idea living target practice for weapon maniacs.
'Now is a good time to quit.' You think, looking at the remains of the cigarette before throwing the entire pack down to the road. '...I-I can't...I don't want to die.'
A place where you can temperately settle down for a bit and hide from the eyes of media is crucial to you. Speaking of media, you have a thought of buying a mini TV to keep an eye on your case. You can bet your life on the police shooting you on sight right now. Mass shootout at the local and getting out alive, how much luck can you have?
One thing for sure, a trip to another country even though it seems like a good idea, you're not sure about the possibility of you getting on one without asking for an arrest. You don't even know if it's safe to buy some breads from a mere bakery. The more you think about it, the more you realize how deep the grave you have dug for yourself.
Killing some rapists bastards...You should never expect society to forgive them or you. What a terrible crime you've committed!...You miss your home, your family. But you can't contact them, the cops will track your location, too risky and certainly isn't worth it. They probably are cursing themselves for having raised a murderer right now.
...Besides, you can't even call for anyone if you want anyway.
> You drive to another town
TV...checked.
Sunglasses...checked.
Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.
Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.
You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.
...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...
You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business.
> You buy it legally
You carefully stopped your car in an isolated place and quickly wrap your firearms inside a bag, not forgetting to cover it with a large blanket and hide it in the corner of you before driving straight into the yard. The lights are starting to shine the area.
"A full refill! And I'd like to have 5 cans of fuel please." You speak to the one who is cleaning the equipment from your seat, a middle age man comes to you.
"Wow, you are a big spender, aren't you?!" He says, opening the cover. "May I ask where ya going?"
"That..depends." You response, already prepared for a conversation. "I'm heading to a friend and I heard that there are many byways so I think I'll stock some before I depart.
"Yeah, that's about right." He says, pumping your gasoline. "You'd better step it up if rocks on the road found yer."
"Rocks on the road?"
"You haven't heard? Apparently there has been a bunch of fools riding their bikes and hijacking any car they find around these places. Drop a few prices at Black Market I bet."
What kind of joke is this? Escaping the police chase and having a biker gang waiting for you in your next run, your life can't never be anymore playful than now.
"It's nearly dark too." The man snaps you out of your thinking. "Maybe ya should stay the night here, it's too dangerous to travel at this hour."
"Has there been anyone dealing with this gang?" You ask in hope for a safe route. "Anyone at all?"
"Nope. Bastards got busted a few times but another just raises and repeats like generating task. That's that then, they will never be done."
Well, aren't that just the thing you need? Turn back now and the cops might not let you go again, advance and take the risk of losing four wheels may cost you your life also. You cannot afford to wait here either, the news is going to spread and letting your guard down at a time this...So much mayhem for you to take.
Challenge the law enforcer or the nasty gang? You're in deep trouble, a really, really deep trouble.
> You stay the night
Tick...tick...tick...
You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You get out of here
You're slowly deteriorating and you need a fresh bite to eat. Without any hesitation, you make your way towards the food stall across the street. It will take more than a cheap meal to satisfy your hunger.
...
Hmm, the inside is not so bad, better than the shitty bar for sure. They got clean table clothes, beautiful decoration and most importantly, more people. You'd give it an above average rating if it wasn't for the space in here, a bit too narrow to move. You quickly come to the counter and order your dinner. A pancetta with fried eggs covered in hot sauce and an applepie as dessert seem like a great stomach filler for you.
You find a seat and make yourself comfortable as you wait for your meal. You silently hope that this wouldn't become your last time eating outside.
"Wah HAH!!"
That sudden loud and squeaky yell from behind nearly scares you to death. How can you be so defenseless at a time like this? You turn around to see a school-grader boy who is focusing on your mini device.
"A mini TV! It's just like in the game!!" Very enthusiastic and eager, he says while searching inside her bag and then shoves a small looking object to you. Upon looking, you see that it's a Nintendo DS. "Are you a Pokemon instructor?"
"...Wa-what? What the...?" You start to sprout nonsense at the flashing screen before you as it changes to a different one with each button the boy is pressing. It's one of those Pokemon games for the DS, been selling high among youngsters and does not have any sign to stop.
"Mr?"
"Uhh..." You have put up with a lot of things today but for the first time, you're actually speechless at this.
"Pip! Pip! You found someone?" And now it's the girl, who is also a school grader, to join the little trainer pestering around your coat. Goodness! Now you've realized that the light giving off by the portable TV inside the coat is attracting their curiosity, you have been hearing it constantly to check the news. And from what you can see from the boy's 2 screens machine, you can see what has grabbed his attention.
> You pokemon...sounds nice
You are not particularly into video games nowaday but it sure doesn't hurt to relax and play with them for a bit. You haven't played any of their Pokemon games but you still remember the show you were always watching as a kid.
"What's this game, little fellow?" You get your glasses out and casually ask the game's name from the boy, interested.
"Poom!" He spat an unnecessary but delightful slang before speaking. "It's Pokemon FireRed! My favorite of any kind!!"
"Everyday you just want to play it all the time!" The girl adds to his statement, making a quality prospectus for this game.
They seem so happy when it comes to this subject, you have the thought that you might be the only person in this town who has ever spoken openly to them. Considering how empty it is, not a surprise.
"Do you want to see my collection?" She says sitting down right next to you, not bothered by the fact that she's with a stranger, a creepy stranger you might add. "Come on Pip! You too."
"So, what's all about, your collection?" You say, eager to know about them.
"Hold on...Here!" The girl put a bunch of colorful cards from that orange bag of hers on your table and continues. "Straight from the show and the game, I got them all!" The cards are all fully organized and you can almost see the light reflecting on the surfaces, a nice deck of Pokemon cards.
"It's a nice deck. May I see them?"
"Please, mister!!!" Aww! How could someone not wanting to talk with these little darlings? They're so full of life and adorable.
Having the owner agreement, you reach for the deck and...Wow! you can still recognize most of them! You actually feel something warm inside you when you pick one by one and tell them the name of each Pokemon, the feeling from your innocent days, the love you've had for what you enjoyed. You are still a normal human being like everyone else.
...You've just realised something. You, a shade-wearing man cloaked in trentcoat, are catching most of the few attentions and you clearly do not want that to happen. A friendly stranger who wants to have a little chat with some random kids, that'll raise some eyes. You'd better have to act like a Pokemon maniac in this situation. Man, how you really want to have your food be right here for you, the sooner the better.
"Hey mister, do you collect Pokemon cards?" The boy, Pip is what she called, asks you out of the blue while you are trying to drive yourself completely into those Pocket Monsters.
"No...Not right now at least." You mumble, not really knowing what to say.
"Eh?! Why not?" Both of them speak up, they have caught you red-handed. Ok...What can you tell them? You cannot tell them that it's just for kids, that's ridiculous but hey! Maybe that will give them the sign to stop now.
> You tell them it's for kid
"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> You block with your hands
You try your best to get your butt off the chair as quick as possible to stand but the blow is still making contact when you raise both of your palms! You manage to drive his punch to your forehead by just an inch. The force is somehow absorbed but still knock your balance.
Your body pulls along the chair with you and you fall to the floor with an unbearable pain and crazy tingles. Seem like you grab the table cloth with you too, flying cards are flickering around between you and the dangling light bulb on the ceiling.
You also hear a loud thump falling after you are on the ground...Look like your legs trip this monster down too, good thing he didn't fall on you.
"Manny!! What did you just do??!!" This is your chance to get up! You only heard a little bit of the girl yelling before your legs carry you out of the diner.
...
Well, that went quite bad but at least it's not worse than ending up on the hospital bed.
You put on your shade and the earplugs on and hit the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.
> You later that night
<At 4:23 this afternoon, there was a shootout at the Police Detention Center caused by an ET employer, John Namour, 28 years old with 7 criminals, 2 security guards dead and 9 officers were heavily injured during the fire-> The mini TV says in its demonic sound, you can actually feel the devil's tongue making out with your ears passionately as you sit inside your vehicle. <He was driving brown buggy, 2D74->
The doom train has came and it is waiting for you. As fearless as you can get, it only takes 1 second before your head starts making up shit and panic settles in. You hitch the blanket which has been covering your weapons and throw it on top of the trunk to cover the number plate. After that, it's the car seat that will make you comfortable for the night. You lock the handle tight and lie down, making sure there is no light remain while you tune up the TV and cover your face with the trentcoat, watching your case.
To be alone and surrounded by silent cars and motorbikes under the darkening night, it's not a good feeling...not a good feeling at all. Good thing that the weather is nice, you could never hope to sleep inside a car like this in your hometown...Such a hot and busy place. Hiding, living on the run and evading attentions from people, what a fantastic life you've gotten yourself into! Throwing your humanity away to fade and becoming a criminal.
Oh well, shit happens. You only did the right thing. You set everything you've bought from the shops to the front seats. Mostly basic things like medical stuffs, sweet toasts and water bottles,...but right now, they are packs of gold to you. Who know how much magic that could happen in your travel? It's always better to be careful.
You decide to switch channel to something else, something that can cheer you up in this gloomy moment, a TV or music shows. You turn down the volume and close your eyes, trying to sleep and listening to the entertainment that tonight might provide. It doesn't take long for the snooze to hit you, you are so tired from all that running and you need the most of full sleep. You have to wake up early and leave this awful place before anyone can get a bite out of you.
> You midnight
Oh! something is dropping on the car. Rain? How appropriate, you really need some lullaby right now. It's kind of cool to be free and alone for once, taking up shelter by yourself and sleeping in piece. You must enjoy it while it still lasts.
...Hmm, it has became a little cold in here. You begin to shiver as you get yourself up and look through the glasses. Everything seems to be quiet around here. Man, you would kill to have a smoke right now.
You suddenly think of the metal brick which has been hiding in the compartment the whole time. You head to the dashboard and hold the broken cell phone to your view. 'It has been out since the hit, what a waste...' This thing has taken 3 bullets for you and still, it refuses to die.
But it has to be gone now, such a tragedy...You throw the phone away, finding it unbelievable that you forgot to get rid of it earlier. No use in keeping the potential tracking device for the police.
The rain is falling quite heavily. That biker gang would have to be the most hard-working thugs of the Earth if they still wanted to run their business in this state. You start the engine and get out of the parking line-
And the first sight that greets you after you turned on the light is a bloody cloth which looks like it is wrapping something inside too, lovely! You step on the gas and speed up like a madman, driving towards the exit of the garage. Watch out!!!
...
It never turns out well for you, isn't it? Hell of bullets are unleashing directly on the street, right under this heavy rain! What is going on with this place?? You can't drive through the danger zone out there that's for sure, you can't even see clearly what's ahead. Uh oh! Bad turn!!! Someone has noticed your light and they don't waste any second to get rid of you.
"Get the hell out of here, shithead! OFGG!" You shoot him dead before he could do anymore damage to your car and drive its tail back to the parking section while trading fire with the attackers who are on his side.
Your day now has officially gone further beyond the worst. There is some serious conflict going on between these punks and they are powering their own dominance through the use of lethal firearms. You have to avoid getting nabbed in these.
> You break through the rear
You decide to bust through the rear entrance with your car and drive as fast as you can out of the harm way. With excellent handling reflexes, you manage to hit the road and onto the escape. To stay inside your precious vehicle over night was indeed a good choice. You blend into the rainfall and drive under the darkness...And a giant mosquito get splashed by your windshield in the process.
Peaceful time has ended and the Dark Lord is coming to spread chaos on humanity, starting with you.
"What the..." You have to yell out word of confusion at the brownish liquid remained on your sight before attempting to wash it away. It's just then, you notice something is scratching on the top of your car. You are surrounded!!! It doesn't take long for them to show their abomination form to you, gigantic mutated bloodsuckers. Why so many of them???
Just when things can't get any more cute, your car now is totally decorated in black and you hit straight to a tree, breaking your cheap windshield and allowing several tubes of death inside to harass your veins.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
"What has killed them?" You, now have became a spooky skeleton, fold your bones into the Thinker pose and sit on the pile of dead mosquitoes. "Hmmm...They looked completely zoned out around me, like they were possessed by something." |
Oh! something is dropping on the car. Rain? How appropriate, you really need some lullaby right now. It's kind of cool to be free and alone for once, taking up shelter by yourself and sleeping in piece. You must enjoy it while it still lasts.
...Hmm, it has became a little cold in here. You begin to shiver as you get yourself up and look through the glasses. Everything seems to be quiet around here. Man, you would kill to have a smoke right now.
You suddenly think of the metal brick which has been hiding in the compartment the whole time. You head to the dashboard and hold the broken cell phone to your view. 'It has been out since the hit, what a waste...' This thing has taken 3 bullets for you and still, it refuses to die.
But it has to be gone now, such a tragedy...You throw the phone away, finding it unbelievable that you forgot to get rid of it earlier. No use in keeping the potential tracking device for the police.
The rain is falling quite heavily. That biker gang would have to be the most hard-working thugs of the Earth if they still wanted to run their business in this state. You start the engine and get out of the parking line-
And the first sight that greets you after you turned on the light is a bloody cloth which looks like it is wrapping something inside too, lovely! You step on the gas and speed up like a madman, driving towards the exit of the garage. Watch out!!!
...
It never turns out well for you, isn't it? Hell of bullets are unleashing directly on the street, right under this heavy rain! What is going on with this place?? You can't drive through the danger zone out there that's for sure, you can't even see clearly what's ahead. Uh oh! Bad turn!!! Someone has noticed your light and they don't waste any second to get rid of you.
"Get the hell out of here, shithead! OFGG!" You shoot him dead before he could do anymore damage to your car and drive its tail back to the parking section while trading fire with the attackers who are on his side.
Your day now has officially gone further beyond the worst. There is some serious conflict going on between these punks and they are powering their own dominance through the use of lethal firearms. You have to avoid getting nabbed in these.
> You wait until it's clear
A Shotgun, an Uzi and a mere shitty handgun are the only things capable of fending them off you have and you don't want to waste them. The stupidest thing is that you don't have a freaking clue on how to reload the Uzi and the Shotgun so you just bought them off without any ammo...It's gonna go to shit if you have to resort to them. Weapons of mass destruction at its finest state right here, what a load of shit your head must have been. On the bright side, you got yourself a huge piles of clips for the pistol so at least you won't have to worry about running out of option in a gunfire...which is happening right now.
"Kill him!"
It's not a good idea to stay in one place. You quickly get out of your car and crawl to another with bullets flying directly above your head and drilling noises of them to your side. It's a total death zone out there and you can only hope that they didn't intend on flaring the place up. Peaking from the bottom park of a brown car, your eyes set on their sexy legs and with them flapping around, you can easily mark your route to avoid any crossfire coming for you.
You begin to wait...
...
...
Too far away or has it ended? You realise that you have been backing yourself to the corner, isolated from any opening fire. They don't aim at you anymore. No sounds of yelling or projectiles ejecting can be heard anymore, just your breath and the drop of rain water.
With caution, you slowly move to the front and the sight before you is...quite a gory piece to add to your nightmare. The rain has created a stream of red blood along with guts and organs. You can almost see a healthy beating heart flowing by. It's too dark to make out anything else so you can't be too sure about this but...Is that a pair of cockroach's legs that is stuck inside someone's neck? And it's moving, slightly but it's still making a scene of itself.
> You investigate
You find it unbelievable that even in this scenario, you can still find excitement over something like this. What can you say? Danger is scary yet so alluring at the same time.
You carefully step over to the scene with a gun in hands, never manage hold it properly but still. Let's see here...The thing is jerking in and out the neck of the corpse as if it was trying to get itself out of the meatload. You can safely assume that it is stuck and there is nothing around resembling it.
> You shoot it
"A mosquito, what the hell??!" You burst a drop of water aside while taking aim at the abomination before you. A big black winged creature with a redish tumor sticking out of its groin area, it's a giant mosquito! Is this some kind of illusion trick your brain is playing with you? The thing is sucking his blood through its tube and thanks to your welcoming speech, it has now been aware of another human being, you.
You blast it open instantly with your pistol, not a really threatening creature to be scared of. It's screaming in pain and that hellish reaction just want you to end it. Oops, overshot!! Now it's just a big giant mess dripping yellow liquid to the bloody stream. You can't make out any of its original shape anymore.
You stare blankly at a random corpse before you as the rain starts beating it harder. He was so twisted and dried up that you almost consider it is a thick rag that you're seeing if it weren't for the clothes and the hair.
Something has seriously gone wrong...You suddenly remember the bloody cloth that was right under your car before this madness started and the mere thought of it overflows your mind. You-you have to get out of here as fast as possible! Every wrong decision right now might turn out to be your last.
> You go check it out
You decide to go back into that place to check it out yourself. It's no use standing in the rain and you have this weird hunch that something would go horribly wrong if you escaped. But it's mostly curiosity that guide your legs to find the thing which had scared you nearly to death.
You unreval the fabric mess to reveal a badly beaten up human being that you cannot recognise anymore, just a few drops of dried blood and ichor remained on the body, probably having been put under your vehicle before it started raining. A victim of those monster too? You put away your shade to have a clear look at the corpse.
Damn! The smell is messed up, you have to keep a distance from it to stand the stench. From what you can tell. This one had pretty much been clubbed to death before those things slurped their fluid. So aside from the risk of those violent thugs and the police, you got yourself a nice threat from obscenity of hell too. Why he or she was beaten to death before they got fed to those, that you don't know. What you do know is, this terror will soon end your life if you don't get out of here.
'Is there more?' You start to wonder. 'I can't be alone in this.' Before long, you find another poor soul being stuffed under another vehicle, this one...has undergone some heavy decaying and yet strangely clean at the same time. From what you can tell, the corpse was reserved pretty well and no one would have any trouble identifying the owner.
There is one another thing that now you have noticed .There are a large rows of motorcycles parking in here. You didn't recall seeing that many when you were hiding in the car. And they have those crazy marks and decoratings that make no sense, almost look like one of the symbol you usually came across in a bar or something.
'Rock on the road?...Nah, a biker gang can not be this polite.' You quickly discard the thought of them storming this place. 'Unless the roads were blocked, they would never do something like this...Or could this awful place be their hideout and I've been fooled the whole time???'
You take a quick look at the parking lot under the rainy night. !!! You should have realised this sooner, this area has been nearly surrounded by cruisers and baggers, those types that you never want to ride on. That's it! You don't care if it's even true or not, you're getting out of here!
"Helllpppp mmee!!! Help!!"
Just when you're about to start the engine, a mixed screams of both men and women get through the glasses and into your hearing. With this heavy drop of rain water, it must have taken a lot of people to pull that off. |
"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> You try to get out of the way
You pull you head backward and OW!!! Right at the sweet cheek! This dude must have been participated in some serious boxing championships, that fist would make a double KO in one swift swing. Your teeth is certainly doomed and your new look is going to make a useful disguise against the police. Unfortunately, you don't have the mind to think about all of that as you are in for a deep slumber.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
...
You wake up to see a ceiling fan spinning far away from your view. Damn, this place sucks! Even the thing looks like it came from the last century, not a pleasant sight to see after having a good sleep. But soon you're greeted with the face of an angel so that's not so bad. Your eyeballs snap open at the presence of a beautiful woman looking down on you.
"Hold on..." She gloomily speak as you try to sit up. "You are still in a daze, it's better if you lie down for a bit more." Her tone suggests she is in between 25 and 30, the voice is so serene. You have a feeling that this woman was the one who has been taking care of you.
> You her name
"Who are you?" You ask, eyes opened on the comfortable sheet. "And where am I?"
"You are inside the dispensary and I'm your doctor, Rudy Hills." She says, emotionless while carefully adjusting the bandage to your cheekbone. "You got quite a blunt injury from a fight but you should be fine. Although your jaw will need more time to heal back to normal, you still are able to eat. Just don't crush fast food."
"How long was I out?"
"...About half a quarter, I think?"
That's relieved, you weren't busted while unconscious. The news hasn't broadcasted anything about you yet, your face is still remained unknown to the country. But for how long though? You need to get your gear back before anything bad happen. You feel a little disappointed that you have to say goodbye to another gorgeous babe.
"I have to go. How much is the treatment?" You say, sitting up despite her warning earlier.
"...Fine." Surprisingly easy enough, she frowns a little bit but agrees. "Your fee is already covered by your friend so don't worry about it."
Wait...what? You have friends in this god forsaken place? "Friend? Who is he?"
"A fellow tucked in a fine suit called himself Manny. You and him are good friends, right?"
"...Yeah, whatever. Where is my coat?"
You quickly get your trentcoat back and everything inside is still in place, even the damn gun! Are they too lazy or just too kind to do a quick search on a patient? Hey! Where did this cash come from? You find a thick bulge of money lying in one of the pockets, that amount could give someone a heavy dinner. It might have came from some poor sucker who mistook your coat for their own. Smirking, you shamefully hide it before they could come and find you. Well, lady luck sure has fell for your charm in the previous life.
"Oh that's right!! Do you have any good medical supplies here that I can get?" With the newfound cash, your greed has triumphed over you.
You put on your shade and the earplugs on and walk out to the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach. |
"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
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...
Darkness, the only thing that you can only feel...can't you? You try to open your eyes but couldn't...In fact, you don't have any sensational feeling at all!
Come on!
Wake up!
Damn IT!
Finally after struggling with your brain, you manage to get a feel of your skin contact and snap your eyes opened.
!!! You're being chained to a plastic surgery table, naked with only the boxer! The cold from it is killing your back. Numberous cords and tubes are sticked into your arms and your legs! To add up the creepy formation, 2 large sized needles are injecting some weird-colored liquid into your body. With each and each of those flowing before your eyes, your skin sensation slowly fades away.
What the fuck is going on??!
"Oh!...You can still be alive?" You turn your neck to the speaker and see a beautiful, gorgeous blondie looking at you. "Admirable...Stay still! Let's chat for a bit, shall we?"
You try to open your vocal cord but find no strengths or air to do so, you can only glare at the beauty in front of your face, grinning slyly at your misery.
"Can't talk? That's too bad." She is teasing you, and she is enjoying the look you're giving. "Umm, yes! You'd make a fine work out of this. Let's see..." She checks your chest for a bit and then speaks the murderous words on your decaying breath. "It's a bother but I guess you need another method. Be ready for it."
Rudy Hills, her nameplate inprints itself into your brain after she has left. Well, her C-cups were quite a feast to the eyes at least.
Y.O.U A.R.E A.L.R.E.A.D.Y D.E.A.D
'Is this it?' You ponder, looking at the dead bodies hanging on top of you. 'I wish I could chill out, this is so surreal. Maybe next time I should consider what world I'm living in before doing something stupid again.' |
You're slowly deteriorating and you need a fresh bite to eat. Without any hesitation, you make your way towards the food stall across the street. It will take more than a cheap meal to satisfy your hunger.
...
Hmm, the inside is not so bad, better than the shitty bar for sure. They got clean table clothes, beautiful decoration and most importantly, more people. You'd give it an above average rating if it wasn't for the space in here, a bit too narrow to move. You quickly come to the counter and order your dinner. A pancetta with fried eggs covered in hot sauce and an applepie as dessert seem like a great stomach filler for you.
You find a seat and make yourself comfortable as you wait for your meal. You silently hope that this wouldn't become your last time eating outside.
"Wah HAH!!"
That sudden loud and squeaky yell from behind nearly scares you to death. How can you be so defenseless at a time like this? You turn around to see a school-grader boy who is focusing on your mini device.
"A mini TV! It's just like in the game!!" Very enthusiastic and eager, he says while searching inside her bag and then shoves a small looking object to you. Upon looking, you see that it's a Nintendo DS. "Are you a Pokemon instructor?"
"...Wa-what? What the...?" You start to sprout nonsense at the flashing screen before you as it changes to a different one with each button the boy is pressing. It's one of those Pokemon games for the DS, been selling high among youngsters and does not have any sign to stop.
"Mr?"
"Uhh..." You have put up with a lot of things today but for the first time, you're actually speechless at this.
"Pip! Pip! You found someone?" And now it's the girl, who is also a school grader, to join the little trainer pestering around your coat. Goodness! Now you've realized that the light giving off by the portable TV inside the coat is attracting their curiosity, you have been hearing it constantly to check the news. And from what you can see from the boy's 2 screens machine, you can see what has grabbed his attention.
> You ignore them
No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.
<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.
Before long, your lovely meal has arrived. You're starving so even if the quality is shit, the quantity will fix it. You pick up the fork and start with the eggs first.
"Hello sir! Where are you going?"
Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.
"Do you like this?"
Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.
"Uuu...He's so mean!"
...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...
"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"
> You ignore him
"No, I haven't." You say, fixing the earplugs as if to show him that all you have done is just listening to music. These types are something you do not want to stay with for too long.
"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others.
With a tired sigh, you shove him out of the way before he could beat you. "What are you, some kind of their guardian?" You spat without wanting an answer, annoyed by this man's action. Some people these days...If it wasn't for your safety right now, you'd never need to hesitate pointing the gun at this orge.
You step out of the diner with the man's hateful glare following behind. |
No, nope, nope! Not the kind you want to be involved. Ignorance is pure bliss in this situation, you continue to listen to the TV. No matter how much they try to pester you into this Pokemon stuff, you stand...you sit on your chair without giving them even a glance. Perhaps because of your hardcore coolness, they leave you as fast as they arrive. Kids, adorable but so simple sometimes. You have to crack a smile at the sight of them asking another customer.
<DUN DUN DUN!!! Who is ready to become another winner in our contest today?> A gameshow is on and it is blasting your eardrums, killing your rare happy mood instantly. You turn down the volume and lazily get back to the waiting game.
Before long, your lovely meal has arrived. You're starving so even if the quality is shit, the quantity will fix it. You pick up the fork and start with the eggs first.
"Hello sir! Where are you going?"
Hmm, sunny today sure is hot and delicious, not bad for a small size, the hens here are healthy you can tell. And now bacon...with extra steak sauce too?! You grab a slice and shove it in your mouth.
"Do you like this?"
Ehh!!! What is this? Where does this stuff come from?? You swear you can almost taste the bitter ashes in this, did they put them on the stove? Not to mention the sauce is terrible, you find no traces of the sweet and fat juice of the meat. They're pretty soft and easy to swallow though so you can forgive that. After spending time savouring the eggs while cringing at the main meal, you move onto the applepie.
"Uuu...He's so mean!"
...Uggrr! Sugar rush has no brake in this one. Sweet, soft and creamy pie, pretty good! Not the best but certainly not the worst, you can enjoy this one more time if you have to. You leave the cash down onto the table and prepare to walk out. When you are nearing the exit, you see a mountainous man in a black tux turning his back to you. Just as you're about to head for the door...
"Oh, excuse me." The man turns to you and speaks up, looking at you with quite a non-friendly manner. "I'm looking for a boy and a girl going together, they are both in grade schools. Have you seen them?"
> You say yes
"Yeah. They were just here pestering people about Pokemon or something." You respond with an uncomfortable frown, you feel an annoying feeling around you that they and this man have created.
"Oh!...Do you know where they've gone to?"
"Don't know."
"..." A disdainful look towards you, he clearly doesn't take a trentcoat wearing man's words. He and you have unintentionally started a stare battle against each others...And you're slowly losing.
But then suddenly, he bows his head to you. "Please pardon me." With that said, he runs ahead of you and leaves the diner. You've not ever met anyone weirder than that these days. What the hell was that? That was completely out of nowhere.
With nothing else to ruin your day, you hit the street outside. |
Tick...tick...tick...
You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You finish your drink
Might as well do what you were going to do. Even though the taste is so horrible, you gulp it down in one goes, hoping for your stomach to hold up any retching urge.
You feel sober as you carelessly put the glass and a bill down. Then immediately...Frowning at the sourness, you run out of the bar and vomit everything inside out like a loosen water hose.
Yuck! Maybe you should find something to eat, you feel absolutely terrible. |
Tick...tick...tick...
You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
"Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
> You flirt
The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-
"Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.
"...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward!
> You slow down, no ladies are gonna run away
You straight up your sitting and then...a dreamy glance escapes your eyes through the thickly shade to enters her own.
"Sir? Do you want something?"
It doesn't work. What?!! You should get a blush and an embarassing bow to the side from her, not a speech line! You try your best to come up with an answer. Maybe you shouldn't have thought so highly about yourself, that would be a start.
"Can you help me find a name to put on the angelic painting before me? I'm helpless just by looking." You do your dirty tongue smoothly, making it sound like a sore one.
"Hmmm." She smirks, such a pair of delicious lips she got. "Sir? Are you trying to ask me out?"
This is some seriously sticky situation you've gotten yourself into, you just can sit there hopingly. A mature woman might not be very easy but at least you can live with that. No big trouble.
"Obvious flirting like that will get you no where, that's all I can say, big boy."
...
Shameful...Too shameful. A grown man being looked down by a lady, younger than him no less.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
"Too much stimulation to try and not a single one worked out, guess I am not fit to be with another." You wailfully groan, stepping out of the bar. |
The alcohol in your blood is kind of getting out of control right now. You need to sto-
"Hey there, ~hotness!" You say, trying to force yourself not sounding like a manwhore.
"...You called me, sir?" She looks at you expectantly...no, confused is more likely to describe her stunning expression right now. Maybe you're being too forward!
> You charge right in, she is in your hand
"You want to hang out?" You put so much confidence in yourself that you can't help but flash a dirty grin at her.
"...Please, I'm working sir." She says, glaring at you hatefully.
Uh oh! You hit the wrong desk this time. This girl was well-educated alright, you've been fooled! But the rat has been out of the bag, you have no choice but to go with the flow.
"Whatever you want will be yours, sweet cheeks. The only thing I can ever hope to see is the shimmering body under those garment." Being a giant pervert, you nearly lick your mouth at the sight of hers.
"No."
Ohhkaa...Wait what? What?
"You will not get anything from me, you dirty bastard!" Her looks she's giving can pass for a hard slap right now. "I'm not a whore!!"
You are...not gonna walk out of here without receiving a few bruises from her, you freak. You sprint out of the bar before some pretty remarks could be thrown at you.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
"I'm...Why am I such an idiot? Damn!" You blame yourself and your forcefulness with a scratch to your block head...and a feel to your empty stomach. "Stay away from good-looking woman when you are drinking I guess...If I run into her again, better be prepared for the pain." |
You carefully stopped your car in an isolated place and quickly wrap your firearms inside a bag, not forgetting to cover it with a large blanket and hide it in the corner of you before driving straight into the yard. The lights are starting to shine the area.
"A full refill! And I'd like to have 5 cans of fuel please." You speak to the one who is cleaning the equipment from your seat, a middle age man comes to you.
"Wow, you are a big spender, aren't you?!" He says, opening the cover. "May I ask where ya going?"
"That..depends." You response, already prepared for a conversation. "I'm heading to a friend and I heard that there are many byways so I think I'll stock some before I depart.
"Yeah, that's about right." He says, pumping your gasoline. "You'd better step it up if rocks on the road found yer."
"Rocks on the road?"
"You haven't heard? Apparently there has been a bunch of fools riding their bikes and hijacking any car they find around these places. Drop a few prices at Black Market I bet."
What kind of joke is this? Escaping the police chase and having a biker gang waiting for you in your next run, your life can't never be anymore playful than now.
"It's nearly dark too." The man snaps you out of your thinking. "Maybe ya should stay the night here, it's too dangerous to travel at this hour."
"Has there been anyone dealing with this gang?" You ask in hope for a safe route. "Anyone at all?"
"Nope. Bastards got busted a few times but another just raises and repeats like generating task. That's that then, they will never be done."
Well, aren't that just the thing you need? Turn back now and the cops might not let you go again, advance and take the risk of losing four wheels may cost you your life also. You cannot afford to wait here either, the news is going to spread and letting your guard down at a time this...So much mayhem for you to take.
Challenge the law enforcer or the nasty gang? You're in deep trouble, a really, really deep trouble.
> You risk your life
You should never have chosen this road, it's the worst possible trail you've ever seen in your life. Roadkilled animals, full of dead ends leading to the falling death or harsh mud slowing you down and it's dark like your unlit office.
But those are nothing compare to what you're avoiding right now. There is a biker gang risking their pitiful lives to steal your goods and might even kill you in the process. Due to the condition of the road, you can't seem to find a way to lose these experienced robbers who are familiar with this area.
You pull out your repeater and start to spread deadly painful yelps and fresh blood among them. They're criminals, right? Wiping a few scums is just the same work you've done.
"Fuck! A gun, he got a gun! AGGHRRR!
"A fat loot! Fire away, boys!"
Your opening fire has started a shootout between a lone car and packs of bikers. Each shot traded equals a body part of someone rendered useless and you can only pray that you're not the next one.
"Let's see if you like THIS!!!"
"AGGGGGRRR!!!"
"GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOOLS! ROCK ON THE ROAD!"
A rounds of bullets start to fly towards you and shriek their destruction power into your ears. A gatling gun! And they're not afraid of using rapid-fires even with the front row being in the way, they want your life!
You have to think of a way!
> You use one of the cans
To be suggestive, that's one suicidal way to use the fuel.
You grab one of the cans and wait for the fires to clear. Your car will have to endure for just one round and you'll have to be precise with the timing too. This is probably the stupidest idea that you can imagine but in the nick of time, no one can really blame your failure on this.
When biker gang hit, they really hit profusely. There seems to be no signs of that gun and the screams from their own men stopping, it's so brutal just to hear this while trying to make your way through this. Aren't they aware of how many poor squirrels and vixens they just squashed?...It's unbelievable that you're thinking about that while being chased to death!
"LOCK AND RELOAD! BABY WHHHooooooSSSSEEE!!!"
There! 1...2...3! You throw the gas can through the windows. If you miss, there is a good chance they might slip on those.
It takes about a mere second before an entire area is suddenly beaming with light. Old-schooled blue flame of death caused by gasoline...so beautiful, so serene yet so traumatic with their bodies being burned and their bikes getting imploded. As wonderful as it sounds like, you cannot bear to watch. You just set the forest on fire, man...You have to get out of here quickly.
You know...Getting away with murders is really becoming more like something belonged to you. Was it luck, or your actual skill that you had in store that has given you the state of a cold-blooded killer?
> You alright! Enough daydreaming!
You are dead if you think you could escape from the infamous biker gang.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
"I don't know if risking my life or being a criminal led me into this." You say directly to the scattering and burnt corpses lying in your way. "But know. I will take any life to ensure my own...even THIS!" You put the gun inside your mouth and pull the trigger, ending the pain from numberous bleeding holes in your body.
...If it has to be taken, then let's just do it like you has intended to right in the beginning. |
You should never have chosen this road, it's the worst possible trail you've ever seen in your life. Roadkilled animals, full of dead ends leading to the falling death or harsh mud slowing you down and it's dark like your unlit office.
But those are nothing compare to what you're avoiding right now. There is a biker gang risking their pitiful lives to steal your goods and might even kill you in the process. Due to the condition of the road, you can't seem to find a way to lose these experienced robbers who are familiar with this area.
You pull out your repeater and start to spread deadly painful yelps and fresh blood among them. They're criminals, right? Wiping a few scums is just the same work you've done.
"Fuck! A gun, he got a gun! AGGHRRR!
"A fat loot! Fire away, boys!"
Your opening fire has started a shootout between a lone car and packs of bikers. Each shot traded equals a body part of someone rendered useless and you can only pray that you're not the next one.
"Let's see if you like THIS!!!"
"AGGGGGRRR!!!"
"GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOOLS! ROCK ON THE ROAD!"
A rounds of bullets start to fly towards you and shriek their destruction power into your ears. A gatling gun! And they're not afraid of using rapid-fires even with the front row being in the way, they want your life!
You have to think of a way!
> You aim for the holder
You suddenly has this urge just to stick your head out and aim for one who is firing at you. Hearing all those screams from their fellows being used as targets practice by the shooter slowly boil the anger inside your heart, you're always despite these kind of scumbags, coward and lack any responsiblity whatsoever. Strange...you of all people should be thankful by this. After all, is the fact that they're literally decreasing their own numbers down a good thing to you?
"LOCK AND RELOAD, BABY!!!"
Making use of their obvious free shot giveaway, you decide to risk your life. What's a better way to protect yourself other than being a badass while at it too?
Oh hoh, you're cute...a batshit crazy type of endearing actually. You seriously need some help when you go to hell.
Taking a good look at the shooters thanks to the motorcycle's light reflecting on them, you quickly pinpoint the huge crank-driven bastard. Without wasting any precious second, your tongue jingles by itself 3 times and both your hands join in the harmony.
"He is there! Bastard's sticking out!"
The bullet comes out flying and...It would be a real wrench for you if this missed.
"AHGHGGGGG!!!"
...It seems like you hit your target's...jaw or something, you can hear him screaming and some of motor's engines dying down, the gunfire has been ceased too.
"BOSS! Boss got shot!!
Holy...What the...
"Shut the hell up! Chase after that son of a bitch!"
"BOss! Boss!...Boss??!!! Don't scare the group like that!"
A gentle and pleasant feeling sweeps over your inside, to think you actually did it, you, a normal average Joe who hasn't received any training on how to operate or shoot a gun. You have cleaned another despicable piece of shit off the world!
You drive far away with terrific handling skill, your car is like aviating through the roughness of the terrain. The odds of you surviving yet another chase wasn't very much but you have actually passed it with flying colors! |
TV...checked.
Sunglasses...checked.
Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.
Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.
You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.
...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...
You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business.
> You sophisticated stealing
At least you know how to reload a basic handgun while totally clueless about anything else. What is there to blame besides yourself? You were nuts, and you still are right now. You load the inside the barrel of your pistol with a fresh clip and proceed to approach the gas station slowly. You park the car just behind the wall surrounding the place and sneak into the yard on foot. Before the employer, a man in mid 40 can sense you, his hands have already raised behind his head as you hold him up at gunpoint.
"Sorry for this." You say, looking frantically side by side. "Get me 6 litters of gasoline. Try anything funny and I will torch this place down in an instant."
"A-Alright." He answers your order by slowly walking towards the container to grab the cans. "Here...just chill out, okay?"
"Good. Grab those and go forward." You demand, wanting to be sure of your position to the eyes of any people outside. "Turn around now."
You lead him back to your vehicle, the poor man is struggling to carry the fuel one by one.
"Open all of the covers, I want to see them."
He does so and backs away to the wall, allowing you to have a look at the containers...Yep! It seems like all of them are pure gasoline alright.
"Good. Now go back to your place and I swear if I see the cops hogging the horn anytime now, I'll mark all flammable stuffs inside that place my practicing target. Are we clear on that?"
"Yeah...I see your point." He says, throwing a dirty look behind you as you get in your car.
"Nice doing business with you, mate." You crack a smile at your victim. "Good bye."
Yeah, screw all of that moral bullshit. You got the gun, you are the winner. |
You're a murderer.
Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.
That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.
"PULL OVER!!! PULL OVER NOW!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"
They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
> You okay, turn on the gas. No need to get touchy now.
The pedal is being extremely abused by you as your vehicle blows off blindful storms of broken leaves and dirt back to your pursuers. Every turn you make equals a nightmare, your eyes cannot keep up with what in front of you anymore. You pray for the safety of the tires as well as yours. Nothing but speed and gunshot keep you stay intact with the world.
Shreeekkkk!!! The glass door from behind has gone down!
'These cops!...This some kind of game to you???' You think, making a zic-zac move to dodge another straight shot. You can't afford to panic, anything but that. Hot and cold sweats mixed together run along your forehead and down to your lip, a salty taste quickly dominate your saliva. *Gulp*
The tires are still normal, that was just a lucky shot...but a warning that you should step up pass the limitation!! |
You are Linda Niles, at just 19 you have become one of the most famous singers on the planet, your career started at 15 and you have enjoyed rave reviews, record breaking sales and all the fans a person could want. In addition, you have managed to avoid scandals and developing an ego, which have destroyed countless other singer careers, you live a life most dream of.
Another typical day of your life, you are to make an appearance at the Destiny Hill Mall located in Destiny Hill, New Jersey. Recently you have become the spokeswoman, for Zidane's clothing and you are there to promote the opening of their newest store. They are a hoity toity clothing store that is hoping your endorsement will have people buy from them despite their outrageous prices.
You arrive at the mall around noon in a inconspicuous car so the dozens of people waiting around outside don't notice you. The car stops in in the employee parking lot, you get out and sneak in through the employee entrance which is surround by half dozen police officers. Once inside you head up a flight of stairs, hearing the screaming of your fans, there must be hundreds of them. This doesn't bother you as you've had countless concerts that had as much 20,000 fans so it's actually more quiet then normal. At the top of the steps is the back exit to Zidane's, you knock and a giant mall security guard opens and lets you in.
Heading towards the front of the store past the expensive clothes is a chair and a table with markers and a stack of photos of yourself. The screaming fans are kept outside and become even louder when they see you. A few more security guards are standing beside you as you take your seat. Along with them is Steve your lifelong photographer who has his camera on a tripod ready to take your picture with the fans. Police officers stand outside the store as the door's open letting the noise enter the store, which is unpleasant to the guards but not you.
The first few fans come in and it is a pretty routine affair. You ask their name, you sign an autograph, they tell how great you are while trying contain their excitement, you take a picture with them and they leave. No matter how many times you've done this, you avoid going on auto pilot. You remain sincere and genuine for every fan, no doubt a factor to your success.
The next fan that comes appears to be a bit uneasy, He's looks just one or two years older then you, he has fair skin and short black hair that he keeps nervously scratching and light brown eyes that seem to be intentionally looking away from you. You've dealt with people who were nervous in your presence before and have dealt with people a bit socially awkward, this guy however was different, you don't know why but your gut is telling you something is off. He approaches the table, you could have security kick him out or you could sign the autograph and just get this over with
> You kick him out
You've trusted your instincts your whole life and they have never let you down. You signal to the security guard to escort him out. The guard grabs the man by the arm and takes him out of the store. The rest of the meet and greet goes well and after several hours you head out the back of the store, back down the stairs and into the inconspicuous car. On the way home you get a cell phone call, it's your agent Lenny Hamliton.
"Hey Lenny" you kindly say as you answer the phone.
"What did you do?" Lenny angrily asks at the other end.
You find this a bit odd since Lenny is usually calm.
"What are you talking about?" You ask somewhat confused.
"The media is saying you booted out a fan for no reason, I've been getting calls from news station, all day"
"I found something odd about him, I don't know, something just didn't sit well"
"I can't tell that to the press, they will be talking about this for weeks"
"It'll blow over"
"Maybe with someone else, but because you've been known for your spotless reputation, it'll hurt a lot more"
Lenny hangs up on you, over the coming weeks it turns out you were both right in a way. The incident is talked about on all the tabloid papers and gossip sites. The identity of the man is never found out. Flame wars start on the internet over what you did was right or not. Your career continues to shine but you notice something is different, you are now just a singer, not the singer. This change takes a bit getting used too but you manage. |
You are Linda Niles, at just 19 you have become one of the most famous singers on the planet, your career started at 15 and you have enjoyed rave reviews, record breaking sales and all the fans a person could want. In addition, you have managed to avoid scandals and developing an ego, which have destroyed countless other singer careers, you live a life most dream of.
Another typical day of your life, you are to make an appearance at the Destiny Hill Mall located in Destiny Hill, New Jersey. Recently you have become the spokeswoman, for Zidane's clothing and you are there to promote the opening of their newest store. They are a hoity toity clothing store that is hoping your endorsement will have people buy from them despite their outrageous prices.
You arrive at the mall around noon in a inconspicuous car so the dozens of people waiting around outside don't notice you. The car stops in in the employee parking lot, you get out and sneak in through the employee entrance which is surround by half dozen police officers. Once inside you head up a flight of stairs, hearing the screaming of your fans, there must be hundreds of them. This doesn't bother you as you've had countless concerts that had as much 20,000 fans so it's actually more quiet then normal. At the top of the steps is the back exit to Zidane's, you knock and a giant mall security guard opens and lets you in.
Heading towards the front of the store past the expensive clothes is a chair and a table with markers and a stack of photos of yourself. The screaming fans are kept outside and become even louder when they see you. A few more security guards are standing beside you as you take your seat. Along with them is Steve your lifelong photographer who has his camera on a tripod ready to take your picture with the fans. Police officers stand outside the store as the door's open letting the noise enter the store, which is unpleasant to the guards but not you.
The first few fans come in and it is a pretty routine affair. You ask their name, you sign an autograph, they tell how great you are while trying contain their excitement, you take a picture with them and they leave. No matter how many times you've done this, you avoid going on auto pilot. You remain sincere and genuine for every fan, no doubt a factor to your success.
The next fan that comes appears to be a bit uneasy, He's looks just one or two years older then you, he has fair skin and short black hair that he keeps nervously scratching and light brown eyes that seem to be intentionally looking away from you. You've dealt with people who were nervous in your presence before and have dealt with people a bit socially awkward, this guy however was different, you don't know why but your gut is telling you something is off. He approaches the table, you could have security kick him out or you could sign the autograph and just get this over with
> You sign autograph
You decide to just sign the autograph and move on. Everyone has to deal with a werido at some point in their life, no sense in stressing over it. The man approaches the table.
"Name?" You ask with a hint of fear in your voice.
"Uh, Jacob" the man replied as if he had trouble remembering his own name.
"To Jacob, keep on rocking your's truly Linda Niles" you say aloud as you write it out the photo.
You hand the photo Jacob and notice his hand is a bit shaky as he takes it from you, he also seems to be sweating a bit. You wonder which one of you is more on edge, no matter this will be over with a bit. You just need to take a photo and he'll be on his way. You and Jacob walk in front of the backdrop that has been set up on the wall, in front you is Steve with his camera.
"Nice big smile now" Steve says in a robotic tone.
While looking at the camera, you fail to notice Jacob as he puts hand into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, you also don't notice until the last minute that he puts it over your mouth as he puts his other arm around your waist and hoists you over his shoulder. The smell of the handkerchief is sweet and soon your vision begins to get blurry and your hearing decreases. You can barely make out security guards chasing after you as Jacob runs out of the store and down the stairs while holding you in a fireman's carry. Things get blurrier and blurrier until you blackout.
> You some time later
You awaken in a small room with a throbbing headache, it takes a moment for things to come into focus. When they do you see a beige sofa and a flat screen tv on the wall. Dust bunnies are on the carpeted floor and there are two doors leading out the room. You try the first door and it is locked, while the second door leads to even smaller bathroom complete with a toilet, shower and sink. You're not quite sure what to do next.
> You watch TV
You sit down on the sofa and notice the remote on one of the cushions. You use it to turn it on the TV which is currently on a news stations and not your surprise, your kidnapping is the top story.
Several hours ago, renowned singer Linda Niles was kidnapped in broad daylight as she attended a meet and greet at the grand opening of a Zidane's clothing store in Destiny Hill Mall, here in Destiny Hill, New Jersey. Fans are furious that despite Police protection, the kidnapper was able to abduct Linda without a weapon and eluded police capture. Chief of Police Terry Shepard has already announced his resignation.
The FBI have taken over investigating the kidnapping. The man entered Zidane's shortly after the Meet and Greet, grabbed Linda Niles and escaped through the back exit, he then entered a car and drove off. A car believed to be used by the kidnapper was found in an abandoned gas station. The car had been reported stolen a week and the owner is not believed to be part of the abduction. It is strongly believed that the kidnapper is a local resident and that Linda is still in Destiny Hill. The FBI said they are doing everything they can to make sure Linda Niles is found alive and bring the culprits to justice. Linda Niles came to fame at 15 when her single...."
You turn off the TV after they begin talking about your career, no need to hear about it, you know it far better then anyone else.
> You wait
You lay down on the sofa, wondering what lays in store for you. No one would go through all this trouble for no reason and you dread learning what that reason is. Does the kidnapper simply want a ransom or do they have something more sinister in mind? You notice there are no windows in this room and the bleak white walls are not helping you stay positive. You can't let fear overcome you, only by thinking rational will you get out of this.
Suddenly the door that was locked opens up and the man who kidnapped you appears, he is holding a tray with a paper bag on it, he appears nervous and is looking down at the tray and not you.
> You demand to be let go
"Let me go right now or you're going to face serious consequences" You demand.
The kidnapper is taken aback by your yelling and drops the tray. You soon realize that he is coward and the door behind him is wide open. You push him aside and bolt through the door, the next room is a larger version of the one you were just in, carpeted floors with dust bunnies, bleak white walls and no windows. In the middle of the room is is a staircase which you quickly run up. At the top of the stairs you find yourself in a foyer and figure out that you are in a residential house. After quickly looking around you eye the front door and dash towards it. The door isn't locked as you swing it open and run outside.
You run, run some more and keep running, never stopping to look back to see if the man is following you. After maybe an hour your legs simply don't have the energy and you collapse on someone's yard. Luckily the owner is home and when they see you on the ground they quickly the police. When cops get there you explain who you are and they rush you to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course.
At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physically you are fine, mentally not so much, after a few days you are sent back to your home Los Angeles. The police never find the kidnapper, you were in such a rush when you ran out that you can't retrace your steps from where you were found. You never looked back at the house when you escaped that you have no idea what it looks like, let alone the street you were on.
The worse news is that the events have changed you, as you become withdrawn, don't have any more meet and greets, in fact you never do anything that directly involves interacting with the fans again. Even worse is that you become difficult to work with. At all future concerts you have a beefed up security presence. At first people sympathize with you, considering what you've been through, but as the years go on and your behavior only gets worse, all that sympathy goes away. Rumors begin to speared that the entire incident was a publicity stunt and not many people defend you. This damages your career but doesn't destroy it, however things have forever changed and not for the better. |
You lay down on the sofa, wondering what lays in store for you. No one would go through all this trouble for no reason and you dread learning what that reason is. Does the kidnapper simply want a ransom or do they have something more sinister in mind? You notice there are no windows in this room and the bleak white walls are not helping you stay positive. You can't let fear overcome you, only by thinking rational will you get out of this.
Suddenly the door that was locked opens up and the man who kidnapped you appears, he is holding a tray with a paper bag on it, he appears nervous and is looking down at the tray and not you.
> You beg to be freed
"Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about this I promise, I'll give you money if that's what you want" you beg as tears begin to roll down your face.
The man appears to get sad as if he regrets what he is doing and his eyes seem to get a bit watery. It isn't long before he regains his composure and begins to speak
"I'm sorry about this, I promise everything will be explained in time, just relax I have no intention of hurting you and by the end of the week, you'll be home". The kidnapper explains.
"What's that?" you ask pointing the bag on tray with one hand and wiping the tears off your face with the other.
"Oh, this is dinner, I got it from this deli called Luca's, the internet said you liked pepperoni calzone and diet soda so I got you that" The kidnapper says while putting down the tray.
"Now that sofa opens up into a bed and in the morning, you'll meet my girlfriend, it won't be so bad"
The man quickly leaves closing the door behind him and locking it. You wonder if he is afraid of being caught by the FBI or if he is always like that. You pick up the bag on the tray and take out the contents, sure enough it's a pepperoni calzone and a diet soda. Your stomach growls at the sight of the meal, you are too hungry to care if it's poisonous or not and begin wolfing the food down. After you've finished you put the tray in a corner and pull the bed out of the sofa . As you lay down, the events of the day race through your mind and you wonder if you'll truly leave this place alive. However you are exhausted and soon you fall asleep.
> The next day
You wake up the next morning, hoping the kidnapping was just a bad dream, sadly when you look around you see that you're still in the small windowless room. Not long after you wake up, the kidnapper enters the room with another tray, this one has a stack of pancakes and orange juice.
"I read you like buttermilk pancakes and pulp free orange juice" He says as he puts down the tray.
"In hour my girlfriend, Jeanette is going to visit, you can meet her, she's quite a fan yours"
Before the man leaves he picks up the tray from yesterday and exits the room, locking the door behind him. As you look at the tray you noticed he didn't leave any utensils, he has either planned this out or is just forgetful. You figure now is not the time to worry about proper eating habits as you grab a pancake and take a bite out of it. While you have breakfast you turn on the TV.
"20 hours after Linda Niles kidnapping, the FBI appears to be no closer to finding her. So far no group has claimed responsibility and no ransom has been demanded. Surveillance footage from the Destiny Hill Mall showing the kidnapper has been released to the public in effort to identify the man. Witnesses say that before the abduction, he gave his name as 'Jacob' when requesting an autograph. FBI officials say the name is most likely a fake.Officials also say they are considering a house to a house search, with the town's population at 40,000 doubts if such a search is possible or even if legal have been raised. Residents of the once quiet town are upset of the over the high police presence and checkpoints set up around the town's exits, meanwhile sales of Linda Niles albums have skyrocketed and rumors of the kidnapping being a hoax are beginning to circulate..."
You finish breakfast and turn off the TV. You begin to wonder who this "Jeanette" person your going to meet soon is like, maybe she is just is timid as the guy is, you'll have just to wait to find out.
> You an hour later
After waiting for an hour the door opens and the man appears.
"Come on" he shyly says while sticking out his arm.
You walk towards him and he grabs hold of your wrist. He heads out while tugging you along, he is obviously trying to make sure you don't run for it, he also seems to be trying to avoid hurting you. You walk into the next room which is basically just a larger version of the room you were just in, carpeted floor with dust bunnies, bleak white walls and no windows. In the middle of the room is a staircase which you and the man walk up. Upstairs you discover you are in a foyer in what appears to be a residential house.
You eye the front door at the end of the foyer but the kidnapper tugs you in the other direction. You enter a room on the right which has two loveseat sofas, a large flat screen TV on stand with a DVD player and several DVDs. On the floor is a carpet that doesn't have dust bunnies, walls that aren't so bleak as the ones in the basement, and more importantly for you windows. You never thought you'd be so happy to see sunlight, but after almost a full day without you'll never take it for granted again.
While you're staring outside you almost overlook that there is a women sitting on one of the love seats. She looks around your age, has almost waist long blonde hair, jean short shorts and a red tank top, she looks far more confident then the kidnapper ever did. She notices you are looking at her and begins to talk.
"I can't believe you pulled this off Martin" the women begins.
"Yeah, I made a promise and I don't break my promises" the man replied as he sat down next to her.
You notice the man is far more relaxed when in the company of this women.
"So you're the world famous Linda Niles, I'm Jeanette" the women introduces herself.
"Nice to meet you" you respond. You suppose being polite will improve your odds of getting out of this situation.
"I hope Martin has been treating you alright, he isn't a bad person, but I don't blame you if the kidnapping gave you a different impression"
You can't tell if she is being serious or making a wise crack.
"So the reason I am here is I'm going to babysit you today, Martin has a few errands to run and we obviously can't just leave you here alone" Jeanette explained.
"But the FBI is out looking for you" You say surprisingly with a bit of concern in your voice.
"I have...things to do" Martin stated purposely vague.
You could insist that Martin stays and Jeanette goes out to do whatever these errands are. You're not quite sure what to make of Jeanette, she could be dangerous, while you know Martin is timid and (probably) won't hurt you. You might even be able to make an escape attempt. On the other hand Martin isn't much for conversation, having Jeanette stay around would give you somebody to talk to, which would really help you keep your saintly while trapped. However Martin going out runs the risk if him being caught, which can your situation much better or way worse.
> You ask Martin to stay
You're smart enough to know the devil you know is better then the devil you don't.
"Maybe Martin should stay" you suggest.
Both Martin and Jeanette are bit surprise by your comment.
"Sorry hun, but I have a ton of work to do and so does Martin" Jeanette stated.
"If you really plan on letting me getting go by the end of the week, then it benefits me not having Martin go out and risk getting caught"
Your case doesn't seem to persuade Jeanette in the slightest, Martin on the other hand seems to take heed to what you say.
"You can do my errands Jeanette and I can do your bank statements, you'll still get the credit for doing them" Martin advised.
"Fine, I guess we should be careful"
Jeanette and Martin kiss each goodbye as she gets off the sofa, leaves the room and heads out the front door. As soon as she is gone Martin becomes his more on edge self.
"We have some work to do" Martin explained.
As before Martin grabs you by the wrist but not very tightly leading you into the foyer and then a room on the left. It is a kitchen complete with a refrigerator, oven and stove. The appliances seemed fairly modern, although the oven and stove appeared to be a bit dirty. Next to them was a counter and sink, with dishes that needed to be washed.A sliding door on the right lead to the backyard was on the right. In the middle of the room is a kitchen table, on it is a box with a bunch of papers. You both sit down at the table as Martin takes the box and dumps the papers on the table.
"Jeanette needs these bank statements alphabetize" Martin blunted instructed.
It is a very dull affair as Martin at times seems to forget you are even there, paying for more attention to the papers then to you. You try to make small talk, Martin doesn't say much, but you manage to learn that his parents died in a car crash a few years ago and he doesn't like hot weather. Martin works at very fast pace, finishing his half of the statements and then proceeds to complete your half. By noon you are done, Martin orders a pizza, mushrooms and olives your favorite. After lunch Martin returns to the room with the love seats, lays down on one and promptly dozes off. You are now left unsupervised in the house.
> You explore the house
Escaping is way too risky, but it would be a waste to go back downstairs just yet, so you decide to have a look around. You walk into a room that is at the opposite end of the front door. In it is a staircase leading to a second floor. When you reach the upper level you notice it is rather small, as it is just a hallway with two doors, the first one you try is locked but the second one isn't, inside you see a bed, a small nightstand, a dresser and a desk with numerous papers on it. There is little doubt this is Martin's bedroom. You head towards the desk and inspect the papers. One is the blueprints for the Destiny Hill Mall, with an a red arrow drawn from it. The arrow starts out in Zidane's clothing store, goes out the back exit, down a set of stairs and out of the employee entrance. It stops at a parking space outside the mall.
So this was Martin's escape route, you remember there were a bunch of cops guarding that entrance, how'd he get past them? You being unconscious at time, can't recall. The next item is a photo of a fancy blue sports car, on the back of the photo it says:
Leaves keys in garage, code is 0515, asleep by 11 PM.
You are bit surprised how someone who acts like his own shadow would scare him, could plan this all, maybe Jeanette had a hand you wonder. Next to the photo of the sports car is a flyer with your face on it:
COME MEET 8 TIME GRAMMY WINNER LINDA NILES!!!
YOU CAN HAVE YOUR PICTURE TAKEN AND GET AN AUTOGRAPH OF THE WORLD FAMOUS SINGER.
ON THURSDAY AUGUST 16TH FROM 12PM-4PM AT THE OPENING OF THE NEWEST ZIDANE'S CLOTHING STORE LOCATED AT DESTINY HALL MALL AT 219 OKONEDO STREET, IN DESTINY HILL, N.J
*limit, one photo and one autograph person, first 800 people only.
Did they really have to make this flyer so obnoxious you wonder. Moving on you see a small piece of paper with handwritten notes.
Sgt. Marcus Walker $10,000 WAY TOO MUCH!!!
Sgt. Lewis Mott $4,000. DOESN'T HAVE GOOD REPUTATION
Cpt. Harold Morowitz $3500, NEEDS MONEY, HAS A LOT TO LOSE IF CAUGHT
Ben Hinds (Head of mall security) $2000, SERVED WITH J's FATHER, TRUSTWORTHY
So cops were on the take, now things started making more sense, the final thing on the desk was another photo, it appeared it a bit more worn then the one with the sports car, on it was Martin only he appeared slightly younger, next to him was a teenage girl, it wasn't Jeanette as the girl had short brown hair and a more narrow chin, the back of the photo read:
M+K, state fair
This photo had to be important as the creases on it showed it had been held many times. You hear footsteps shuffling around downstairs, Martin must be awake, you quickly leave the room and rush down the stairs, you manage to get back to the kitchen before Martin comes in.
"Time to go back downstairs" He says in a somewhat groggy state.
Once again he grabs you by the wrist and once again not too tightly. He leads you to basement and back into what has become your room. Once you are inside Martin heads out. Jeanette returns a few hours later and comes into you room, holding a box of leftover pizza.
"Thanks for doing the bank statements" Jeanette said while putting down the box of pizza.
"Martin did most of the work" You admit.
"Maybe you didn't want Martin to go because you were worried about him, maybe you found working with him romantic"
You are taken aback by this statement.
"I'm joking" Jeanette says as soon she notices you're getting uncomfortable.
Jeanette is obnoxious and Martin is on another world, quite a pair those two are you think to yourself.
You and Jeanette spend time eating the leftover pizza and talking for a bit. You learn Jeanette's father was in the army. After you are done, Jeanette leaves taking the now empty pizza box. You watch some primetime TV and then fall asleep.
> Next morning
You wake up the next morning and the smell of pancakes is in the air. You sit up to see that another tray of buttermilk pancakes and orange juice on the floor, there is also a small hand written note on the tray as well. You get up, walk towards the tray and read the note:
I just realized you haven't had a change of clothes since you got here, there's a fresh pair in the bathroom, I borrowed them from Jeanette, I hope they fit alright, once you have eaten and changed, meet me in the backyard. -Martin
You find it a little creepy that Martin was walking around in here while you were asleep, no point in stressing over it now through. Suddenly it dawns on you that wearing the same clothes for two days, including to bed, can't be good hygiene. You enter the bathroom and find the clothes the note mentions, which consists of a pair of loose fit jeans and a navy blue tank top. In addition a pair of fresh socks are sitting next to them. After a relaxing shower, you change clothes, and head upstairs. You remember the sliding door in the kitchen, you go through the foyer into the kitchen and out the door.
When you head outside, you take a moment to bask int the sunlight, you've been couped inside for two days and you now you have the chance to savior the sunlight beaming down your skin, a gentle breeze touches your face and feels so comforting. You take off your socks and shoes to feel the grass on your feet, enjoying the feeling of each blade. if someone was watching you, they'd think you'd suffer some sort of brain injury, but right now you simply don't care.
As you walk further into the back you see tall wooden fences on both sides of yard, preventing the neighbors from looking in. At the opposite end of the lawn you see that there are tall trees, there are so many that it appears dark despite being early in the day. In the middle of the area you can see a lawn chair, with Martin laying in it, dozing. You'll have to wake him up, although you could run into woods and make your escape or you could turn around go back in the house and out the front door.
> You wake up Martin
You've stuck around this along you might as well find out you were kidnapped in the first place. You walk up to Martin and gentle nudge his shoulder, he wakes up startled but calms down quickly. He notices you standing beside him and gets up from the lawn chair.
"How Jeanette's clothes?" He asks
"They're fine" you reassure.
"I suppose now would be a good time to tell you why I went through the trouble of brining you here"
"You did say you'd tell me today"
"I have a sister named Kate, she's fifteen and the only family I have, a year go she got diagnosed with liver cancer and it quickly became terminal"
Martin begins to choke up, but regains his composure and continues
"Tomorrow she is being released simply so she can enjoy the final days of her life. I own a place called the Whishaw theater, you are going to give her a concert"
You're not sure what to make of all of this, the story of Marin's sister is sad, but this man has kidnapped you and held you against your will for two days, does he deserve this act of kindness?
> You agree to do the concert
Kidnapped or not, it just wouldn't be the right thing to do to turn Martin down, if not for him then at least for his sister who is dying of cancer and wasn't part of your kidnapping int he first place.
"I'm in" You tell Martin.
Martin faces quickly turns from sad, to surprised to overjoyed in a span of five seconds. He puts his arms around and hugs you.
"Thank you, Linda" He responds, still holding on, the nervousness you've seen in him appears to have melted away.
He eventually realizes what he is doing and let's go, his face has a flash of embarrassment.
"So, Kate is coming home later today, you can meet her, talk to her and in the evening you can go down to the Whishaw and give the concert"
"Sounds good"
Martin walks back to the house, seemly forgetting the fact you are left outside without anyone watching. You sit down in the lawn chair he was sitting in earlier and enjoy the fresh air. After an hour or two of lounging you hear footsteps approaching, you turn to see Jeanette standing nearby.
"It's time meet Kate, Martin and I are heading out" Jeanette says as the two of you walk back to the house.
Once back inside, Jeanette heads out the front door while you see someone sitting in the room with the love seats. This is no doubt this Kate, she is about five feet tall, has short brown hair and a somewhat narrow chin. Upon seeing you, a huge grin appears on her face as she runs towards you.
"Oh my god, it's you, it's really you, sorry I'm acting like a total weirdo. I mean part of me was thinking Martin had simply lost his mind when he said you were here" Kate says excitedly.
Her outgoingness makes you surprise she is related Martin.
"It's alright, I'm human like everyone" You reassure.
Almost as she soon she gets up, she goes back to sit down on the love seat, no doubt all she going through is leaving her with limited energy. You go and join her on the love seat.
"I know Martin kidnapped you" Kate's tone becoming more serious.
"I imagine it's all anyone is talking about for past few days" You responded.
"My brother is a good person, sure he's an oddball but I love him, I just don't want you to think he's a monster, please forgive him and try to understand why he did what he did"
> You forgive Martin
You've been fortunate to have never had to deal with the pain of loss, let alone the loss of someone so young, you can't begin to imagine the pain Martin is in. Once Kate dies, Martin's pain will only get worse, but at least he can take comfort in the fact that he made his dying sister happy. Maybe that isn't enough of a reason to justify what he did, but you understand why he did it and holding a grudge against him just felt wrong.
"I forgive him" You tell Kate.
Kate's face lights upon hearing this. You spend the next few hours talking about a variety of subjects like music, movies, TV shows and more specific topics such as why sliced cheese is better then cubed cheese, the right amount of ketchup to put on a hamburger, and why sticks will always be superior to stones. You're not quite sure what to think of that last topic, so you just go along with her opinion.
"I want to show you something" Kate says with excitement.
She gets up and walks over to the flat screen TV. She then turns on the DVD player, while rummaging through a pile of DVD's. She opens one with a clear case and puts it the DVD player. A huge grin is once again on Kate's face as she hurries back to the love seat and sits down next to you.
"Wait until you see this" Kate says with enthusiasm as she use's the remote to turn on the TV.
The TV shows a slightly grainy image of a street that you can immediately tell is New York City. On video you see a girl you're sure is a slightly version of Kate walk up to a fancy hotel, with the cameraman following her.
"This is the place" Kate tells the cameraman.
"Are you sure she'll be here?" the cameraman asks, you recognize the voice as Martin's.
Suddenly two people walk out of the hotel, one is a very large, muscular man the other is you.
"Linda you're awesome" Kate shouts at you.
You give a quick wave, while the man glares at Kate. You then get into a waiting limo and drive off.
"She waved at us, did you see that?" Kate says with an abundant amount of energy.
The movie then cuts to static and Kate turns off the TV.
"You don't remember that do you?" Kate asks with a bit of sadness.
"I'm sorry kid, I won't be forgetting this that's for sure" You say with a mix of truth and dry wit.
Around noon, Kate orders a pizza, unlike the one from yesterday, it's not your favorite of mush and olives, in fact it's your least favorite anchovies. You assume this must Kate's favorite as her eyes get wide eyed at the sight of it. Despite that she only manages to eat one or two slices. Despite her limited energy and lack of an apatite that is no doubt caused by her cancer she remains in good sprites. You manage to eat a few slices, although it is not a very fun experience.Shortly after lunch. Martin and Jeanette walk in through the front door. When they walk into the kitchen, Martin grins upon seeing the pizza.
"Anchovies" He says with delight as he grabs a slice.
"We just got back from Luca's" Jeanette scolded her boyfriend.
"Always room for anchovies"
Jeanette rolls her eyes, while Kate finds the situation quite amusing, letting out a small giggle. Once Martin is done with the slice he turns toward you.
"So now we're off to Whisaw" Martin says as he takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to you.
"These are the songs you're going to sing"
You look at the note and sure enough it has the names of the songs you're going to sing. There is about ten of them and you know them all by heart, there is no need to rehearse. The four of you head outside and into Martin's car. It looks a bit old and is the color of walls in the basement. You all manage to squish in, with Martin driving, Jeanette in the front, and you and Kate in the back.
> You to the concert (Happy Mood)
Martin drives the car into the parking lot of the Whishaw theater. The building is about two stories and made out of bricks. Giant gray metal letters spelling out the word "WHISHAW" are above the front door. The parking lot itself needs a few repairs as grass is beginning to grow in the cracks of the pavement. As you get out of the car you look at the people across the street, walking to and from the various shops. You get a bit a worried that someone will see you, but they seem busy with their lives that if anyone did see you they wouldn't notice you were the famous Linda Niles who got kidnapped. You, Martin, Jeanette and Kate walk towards the entrance of the theater.
"So how does this work, is there a band or something?" You ask, knowing you've should ask this when you first agreed to the concert.
"It's like karaoke, the music of your songs will play and you do the lyrics" Martin explains.
The four walk into the building. Inside you see posters for plays, singers and bands you've never heard of. On the opposite wall, two sets of double doors leading into the auditorium. There is a concussion stand advertising food that may or may not have expired long ago. A ticket booth on the right looks like it is in need of a good dusting. The carpet looks a bit dated and while the wall color is not nearly as bleak as the ones in the basement, it is beginning to peel.
"She's really something isn't she" Martin says marveling his theater.
"It's something alright" You respond.
Martin doesn't seem to pick up on your sarcasm, but Jeanette does as she lets out a snicker.
The four of you head into the auditorium, the stage has a microphone with a spotlight shining on it
"I've got to get the music on, good luck" Martin bluntly states as heads off and goes through a door to the right of the stage.
You walk up a set of steps and onto the stage. Gently you tap the microphone to see if it's working. The tapping sound echoes throughout the theater, confirm the mic works. Jeanette and Kate take their seat as the music for the first begins to play. Shortly after you begin singing Martin comes in and takes a seat next to Kate.
The concert goes to perfection, you can confidently say it is the best performance you ever gave. It's ironic that it's also the smallest audience you ever had. After the show, Kate stands and applauds excessively. Martin and Jeanette also join in the applause. You walk off to the stage and approach the trio.
"That was awesome, beyond awesome, awesome just isn't a strong enough word" Kate rapidly.
"What happens now?" you ask, slightly afraid of the answer.
"Now we say goodbye, if you leave here and walk down three blocks, you'll find the police station" Martin explains.
"It really means a lot to us that you did this" Jeanette thanked.
"Thank you for everything" Kate says while hugging you and squeezes tightly.
When Kate finally lets go, you head to the front door, you turn around and wave to them as they wave back. Once outside it occurs to you that none of them are concerned about you reporting to the police. Perhaps it didn't matter to them, you gave the concert for Kate and that's all they wanted. It also crosses your mind that you are free, the whole situation is over, although you doubt you will forget this anytime soon. The sun has nearly set as you head for the police station.
> A few weeks later
Finally you are back home in Los Angeles, the press had been hounded you non-stop. Granted as an A-list star, they hound you all the time anyway, but after the whole kidnapping event, they have been doubling their efforts. Thankfully your house has the best security money can buy and you don't have to worry about them for the moment. You never turned in Martin and Jeanette, you even begin to see them as good people. Soon your kidnapping isn't the top story and it gets less and less media attention. After a month the news stops talking about it altogether, some other celebrity is caught in a scandal and the world turns their attention to that. Another month later you learn through sources that Kate has died from her cancer, you wonder if should attend her funeral or not
> You attend funeral
It may be risky but something is compelling you go back to Destiny Hill. You've avoided the press before and you can do it again. You arrive back in Destiny Hill in a inconspicuous car, similar to the one you were in when you had the meet and greet. At the church you recognize Martin's car. Rain begins to drizzle as you park the car and head in. There are a few people inside and most pay no attention to you. In front pew you see Martin and Jeanette sitting with their heads bowed down. They don't notice you as you head to the front and sit near them. You tap Martin on the shoulder and he jumps slightly upon seeing who are. Jeanette eyes widen when she sees you.
"What are you doing here?" Martin says in a mix of sadness and confusion.
"I came to pay my respects, I only Kate for a day, but I know she was a good kid". You answer.
"You don't have to do this, you're risking your career by being here" Jeanette says with concern.
"I want to do this"
Martin hugs you in way his sister did back the concert.
"It'll be alright" You comfort Martin.
After the funeral, the three of you head back to the house, Martin goes over his favorite memories of his sister. You learn that Jeanette's father had also died of liver cancer and she and Martin meet at a support rally. By the end of the day you head off but remain in close contact with the two of them.
You make it an annual tradition to head out to Destiny Hill and visit Martin and Jeanette, also putting fresh flowers at Kate's grave every time you are there. A few years later Martin and Jeanette get married, while you don't attend as you don't want the attention on you instead of them on their big day, you foot the bill so they can have a very large and extravagant wedding.
The events that happen give inspiration and another year later your next album is called "Stockholm Syndrome" which gets universal acclaim. You dedicate the album to Kate, people begin talking about who this Kate could be. The rest of your career continues in this fashion. Decades pass and soon you are in inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame. You are considered one of the greatest singers of all times. Long after you're gone, people continue to talk about your legacy and the influence you had on music. |
Finally you are back home in Los Angeles, the press had been hounded you non-stop. Granted as an A-list star, they hound you all the time anyway, but after the whole kidnapping event, they have been doubling their efforts. Thankfully your house has the best security money can buy and you don't have to worry about them for the moment. You never turned in Martin and Jeanette, you even begin to see them as good people. Soon your kidnapping isn't the top story and it gets less and less media attention. After a month the news stops talking about it altogether, some other celebrity is caught in a scandal and the world turns their attention to that. Another month later you learn through sources that Kate has died from her cancer, you wonder if should attend her funeral or not
> You do not attend funeral
Going back to Destiny Hill would just be too risky, if you caught being there, the rumors will start again that you staged everything and this time people would start to believe them. Not to mention you'd be putting Martin and Jeanette at risk. You send them flowers and a sympathy card signed "L.N.", you also have the funeral coasts taken care of. Your career goes back to way it was before. A year later your next album is called "Stockholm Syndrome" and gets positive reviews. You dedicate the album to Kate, people begin talking about who this Kate could be. |
Kidnapped or not, it just wouldn't be the right thing to do to turn Martin down, if not for him then at least for his sister who is dying of cancer and wasn't part of your kidnapping int he first place.
"I'm in" You tell Martin.
Martin faces quickly turns from sad, to surprised to overjoyed in a span of five seconds. He puts his arms around and hugs you.
"Thank you, Linda" He responds, still holding on, the nervousness you've seen in him appears to have melted away.
He eventually realizes what he is doing and let's go, his face has a flash of embarrassment.
"So, Kate is coming home later today, you can meet her, talk to her and in the evening you can go down to the Whishaw and give the concert"
"Sounds good"
Martin walks back to the house, seemly forgetting the fact you are left outside without anyone watching. You sit down in the lawn chair he was sitting in earlier and enjoy the fresh air. After an hour or two of lounging you hear footsteps approaching, you turn to see Jeanette standing nearby.
"It's time meet Kate, Martin and I are heading out" Jeanette says as the two of you walk back to the house.
Once back inside, Jeanette heads out the front door while you see someone sitting in the room with the love seats. This is no doubt this Kate, she is about five feet tall, has short brown hair and a somewhat narrow chin. Upon seeing you, a huge grin appears on her face as she runs towards you.
"Oh my god, it's you, it's really you, sorry I'm acting like a total weirdo. I mean part of me was thinking Martin had simply lost his mind when he said you were here" Kate says excitedly.
Her outgoingness makes you surprise she is related Martin.
"It's alright, I'm human like everyone" You reassure.
Almost as she soon she gets up, she goes back to sit down on the love seat, no doubt all she going through is leaving her with limited energy. You go and join her on the love seat.
"I know Martin kidnapped you" Kate's tone becoming more serious.
"I imagine it's all anyone is talking about for past few days" You responded.
"My brother is a good person, sure he's an oddball but I love him, I just don't want you to think he's a monster, please forgive him and try to understand why he did what he did"
> You don't Forgive Martin
After all the terror Martin has put you through, you still manage to have a heart and put on the concert, but forgiving him is just simply asking for too much. You want to say you will because that is what Kate wants to hear, but a comforting lie is still a lie and you're the not kind of person who would lie to a person with cancer.
"I'm sorry I can't" You truthful tell her.
Kate stares at you the way a kid does when their parent tells them there's no Santa Clause.
"You'll still get your concert"
The next few hours are the longest and some of the most painful hours of your life. You try to talk to Kate about a variety of subjects, but she always just responded with one word answers. You get a little annoyed how you're the one who gets kidnapped but you're the bad guy. The torture comes to end when Kate goes and orders a pizza, you remain in the room with the love seats with Kate eats the pizza by herself in the kitchen. You don't have any lunch and you wonder how you will do the show on an empty stomach.
Finally Martin and Jeanette come home, Kate walks to over to them, putting on a facade.
"How are you two getting along?" Martin asks completelyobvious.
"Doing great" Kate says with a very convincing fake happiness.
You join the three in the foyer ad Martin turns his attention to you.
"So now we're off to Whisaw" Martin says as he takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to you.
"These are the songs you're going to sing"
You look at the note and sure enough it has the names of the songs you're going to sing. There is about ten of them and you know them all by heart, there is no need to rehearse. The four of you head outside and into Martin's car. It looks a bit old and is the color of walls in the basement. You all manage to squish in, with Martin driving, Jeanette in the front, and you and Kate in the back. The car ride is filled with awkward silence.
> You to the concert
Martin drives the car into the parking lot of the Whishaw theater. The building is about two stories and made out of bricks. Giant gray metal letters spelling out the word "WHISHAW" are above the front door. The parking lot itself needs a few repairs as grass is beginning to grow in the cracks of the pavement. As you get out of the car you look at the people across the street, walking to and from the various shops. You hope that someone will see you, then you could get out of this mess without feeling even more guilty but they seem busy with their lives that if anyone did see you they wouldn't notice you were the famous Linda Niles who got kidnapped. You, Martin, Jeanette and Kate walk towards the entrance of the theater.
"So how does this work,?" You ask, your mind focused solely on getting this over with
"It's like karaoke, the music of your songs will play and you do the lyrics" Martin explains.
The four walk into the building. Inside you see posters for plays, singers and bands you've never heard of. On the opposite wall, two sets of double doors leading into the auditorium. There is a concussion stand advertising food that may or may not have expired long ago. A ticket booth on the right looks like it is in need of a good dusting. The carpet looks a bit dated and while the wall color is not nearly as bleak as the ones in the basement, it is beginning to peel.
"She's really something isn't she" Martin says marveling his theater.
"Yeah" You respond, not really paying attention what he just said.
The four of you head into the auditorium, the stage has a microphone with a spotlight shining on it
"I've got to get the music on, good luck" Martin bluntly states as heads off and goes through a door to the right of the stage.
You walk up a set of steps and onto the stage. Gently you tap the microphone to see if it's working. The tapping sound echoes throughout the theater, confirm the mic works. Jeanette and Kate take their seat as the music for the first begins to play. You can't help but notice Kate is giving a rather nasty glare. Shortly after you begin singing Martin comes in and takes a seat next to Kate.
The pain in your stomach from not eating greatly effects your ability to think straight. You give without a doubt the worst performance of your career, thankfully it is also the almost audience of your career and you doubt they will ever tell anybody. After the performance is over the three just stare at you.
"Well, thank you for doing that" Martin says unsure of how to handle the situation.
Jeanette is at a loss of words and Kate flat out ignores you.
"So what happens now?" You ask, eager to get out of here.
"Now we say goodbye, if you leave here and walk down three blocks, you'll find the police station" Martin explains.
You walk out of theater without looking back, you inhale deeply after you're outside. You don't plan on turning them in, you just want to put as much distance between you and this town as you can. The experience you have at Destiny Hill is so dreadful you want nothing to do with singing ever again. Over the next few months you become reclusive and live your life in solitude. People begin to talk about the successful but short career of Linda Niles. |
You've stuck around this along you might as well find out you were kidnapped in the first place. You walk up to Martin and gentle nudge his shoulder, he wakes up startled but calms down quickly. He notices you standing beside him and gets up from the lawn chair.
"How Jeanette's clothes?" He asks
"They're fine" you reassure.
"I suppose now would be a good time to tell you why I went through the trouble of brining you here"
"You did say you'd tell me today"
"I have a sister named Kate, she's fifteen and the only family I have, a year go she got diagnosed with liver cancer and it quickly became terminal"
Martin begins to choke up, but regains his composure and continues
"Tomorrow she is being released simply so she can enjoy the final days of her life. I own a place called the Whishaw theater, you are going to give her a concert"
You're not sure what to make of all of this, the story of Marin's sister is sad, but this man has kidnapped you and held you against your will for two days, does he deserve this act of kindness?
> You refuse to do the concert
Two wrongs don't make a right, it is tragic what is happening to Martin's sister, but that's no excuse for holding someone against their will.
"You have my sympathy, but I'm not going to do this for you" You firmly tell him.
Martin's face appears to be on the brink of tears.
"I had a feeling you'd say that, I suppose there is no point in holding you here, you can leave"
You are bit shocked how easily Martin gives up.
"You're not worried I'll turn you in the police?" you say, instantly realizing that wasn't the smartest question to ask.
"Soon my sister will be dead,being free or in jail won't change the grief I will feel"
Martin sits down on the lawn, coming to terms with reality. His goal was to make his dying sister happy and he had failed. He doesn't pay any attention to you as you make your way to the road. Eventually you come across a police car and flag them down. You are rushed to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course. At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physical you are fine, mentally you are worn out and have anxiety, which you can't say surprises you. The root of your anxiety isn't actually the kidnapping but the decision to turn Martin in or not, before you would have turn him in a second, but now that you know the situation he is facing you don't know.
> You turn Martin in
Martin broke the law and dealing with a personal tragedy doesn't change that, you tell the FBI about Martin and Jeanette. Although they only have first names to go on, finding Kate is rather easy she is the only teenage patient at the local hospital with liver cancer. From there they learn where Martin lives and are able to arrest him along with Jeanette, after a few days you are back home in Los Angeles.
Over the next few months you learn while awaiting trial, Martin was unable to attend Kate's funeral after she dies. Eventually he is convicted and sentenced to twenty years in jail, a bit of a harsh sentence, but the fact that he kidnapped someone so popular really worked against him. Jeanette is also convicted and sentenced to five years. The public learns during the trial why Martin kidnapped you and many begin to see him in a sympathetic light. You get some heat for turning him and refusing to do the concert.
You become overrun with guilt which affects the quality of your songs and preferences. After a few years the world turns its attention to another singer, while you start taking pills to deal with everything you're going through. Pills lead to stronger pills and after a few months you have a fatal overdose. Ten years later the movie: "The Rise and fall of Linda Niles" premiers in theaters, it gets positive reviews. |
Two wrongs don't make a right, it is tragic what is happening to Martin's sister, but that's no excuse for holding someone against their will.
"You have my sympathy, but I'm not going to do this for you" You firmly tell him.
Martin's face appears to be on the brink of tears.
"I had a feeling you'd say that, I suppose there is no point in holding you here, you can leave"
You are bit shocked how easily Martin gives up.
"You're not worried I'll turn you in the police?" you say, instantly realizing that wasn't the smartest question to ask.
"Soon my sister will be dead,being free or in jail won't change the grief I will feel"
Martin sits down on the lawn, coming to terms with reality. His goal was to make his dying sister happy and he had failed. He doesn't pay any attention to you as you make your way to the road. Eventually you come across a police car and flag them down. You are rushed to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course. At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physical you are fine, mentally you are worn out and have anxiety, which you can't say surprises you. The root of your anxiety isn't actually the kidnapping but the decision to turn Martin in or not, before you would have turn him in a second, but now that you know the situation he is facing you don't know.
> You don't turn Martin in
You are overcome with enough guilt over refusing to do the concert, you don't need more by having Martin arrested. Besides you figure Martin is already suffering enough You lie to the police saying you don't know the name of the kidnapper and don't remember the house. After a few days you are back home in Los Angeles. A few months later you learn through sources that Martin's sister, Kate has passed away, you anonymously send flowers.
As for your career, the guilt continues to haunt you effecting the quality of your songs and future performances. In a few years the world turns its attention to a new singer and you are labeled a "has been". Luckily you've always been good with your money and enjoy a good if obscure life. |
You wake up the next morning and the smell of pancakes is in the air. You sit up to see that another tray of buttermilk pancakes and orange juice on the floor, there is also a small hand written note on the tray as well. You get up, walk towards the tray and read the note:
I just realized you haven't had a change of clothes since you got here, there's a fresh pair in the bathroom, I borrowed them from Jeanette, I hope they fit alright, once you have eaten and changed, meet me in the backyard. -Martin
You find it a little creepy that Martin was walking around in here while you were asleep, no point in stressing over it now through. Suddenly it dawns on you that wearing the same clothes for two days, including to bed, can't be good hygiene. You enter the bathroom and find the clothes the note mentions, which consists of a pair of loose fit jeans and a navy blue tank top. In addition a pair of fresh socks are sitting next to them. After a relaxing shower, you change clothes, and head upstairs. You remember the sliding door in the kitchen, you go through the foyer into the kitchen and out the door.
When you head outside, you take a moment to bask int the sunlight, you've been couped inside for two days and you now you have the chance to savior the sunlight beaming down your skin, a gentle breeze touches your face and feels so comforting. You take off your socks and shoes to feel the grass on your feet, enjoying the feeling of each blade. if someone was watching you, they'd think you'd suffer some sort of brain injury, but right now you simply don't care.
As you walk further into the back you see tall wooden fences on both sides of yard, preventing the neighbors from looking in. At the opposite end of the lawn you see that there are tall trees, there are so many that it appears dark despite being early in the day. In the middle of the area you can see a lawn chair, with Martin laying in it, dozing. You'll have to wake him up, although you could run into woods and make your escape or you could turn around go back in the house and out the front door.
> You escape into the woods
Who knows what Martin and Jeanette have in store for you or even if they are actually going to let you go. You decide to go into the woods to make your escape. Quietly you walk to the woods edge to avoid waking up Martin, once there you make a run for it. After several minutes of running you slow down to so you don't trip over any roots or hidden tree stumps. You think to yourself once you're on the other side of the woods, it'll be easy to find help.
Several hours later you come to conclusion that you are most likely lost, you wish you knew how to get back, as Martin and Jeanette don't seem so bad compared to your current situation of being, tired and hungry. At this point it's best to keep walking and eventually you'll be out of here, at this point you're probably one or two towns away from Destiny Hill. Hours turn into days as you are exhausted, starving and your mind is beginning to crack. You are convinced you are in the largest forest in the world or you're walking in circles, it's hard to figure out which theory is right. Days turn into weeks as you collapse in front of a large tree, dying is far less painful then you thought it would be.
Your disappearance becomes one of the biggest mysteries of all time. Destiny Hill become a tourist attraction as people come all across the globe trying to solve the disappearance of Linda Niles. Martin and Jeanette move away several years later to small town in Pennsylvania. No one ever suspects them. Twenty years later, lumberjacks find your remains while clearing out the area to make room for office buildings. The mystery deepens. |
You wake up the next morning and the smell of pancakes is in the air. You sit up to see that another tray of buttermilk pancakes and orange juice on the floor, there is also a small hand written note on the tray as well. You get up, walk towards the tray and read the note:
I just realized you haven't had a change of clothes since you got here, there's a fresh pair in the bathroom, I borrowed them from Jeanette, I hope they fit alright, once you have eaten and changed, meet me in the backyard. -Martin
You find it a little creepy that Martin was walking around in here while you were asleep, no point in stressing over it now through. Suddenly it dawns on you that wearing the same clothes for two days, including to bed, can't be good hygiene. You enter the bathroom and find the clothes the note mentions, which consists of a pair of loose fit jeans and a navy blue tank top. In addition a pair of fresh socks are sitting next to them. After a relaxing shower, you change clothes, and head upstairs. You remember the sliding door in the kitchen, you go through the foyer into the kitchen and out the door.
When you head outside, you take a moment to bask int the sunlight, you've been couped inside for two days and you now you have the chance to savior the sunlight beaming down your skin, a gentle breeze touches your face and feels so comforting. You take off your socks and shoes to feel the grass on your feet, enjoying the feeling of each blade. if someone was watching you, they'd think you'd suffer some sort of brain injury, but right now you simply don't care.
As you walk further into the back you see tall wooden fences on both sides of yard, preventing the neighbors from looking in. At the opposite end of the lawn you see that there are tall trees, there are so many that it appears dark despite being early in the day. In the middle of the area you can see a lawn chair, with Martin laying in it, dozing. You'll have to wake him up, although you could run into woods and make your escape or you could turn around go back in the house and out the front door.
> You go out the front door
You decide now is a good opportunity to leave and that the woods are too dangerous so you sneak back inside, into the foyer, and out the front door. Once out you decided to run off as fast as you can after exiting the house. You run, run some more and keep running, you never stop to look back to see if Martin is following you. After maybe an hour your legs simply don't have the energy and you collapse on someone's yard. Luckily the owner is home and when they see you on the ground they quickly call the police. When cops get there you explain who you are and they rush you to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course.
At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physically you are fine, mentally you're a little out of it, not surprising after what you've through, after a few days you are sent back to your home Los Angeles. The police try find Martin or Jeanette, but you were in such a rush when you ran out that you can't retrace your steps from where you were found. You never looked back at the house when you escaped that you have no idea what it looks like, let alone the street you were on.
The only info the FBI have to go on is their first names, it takes a while to comb through the hundreds of Martins in Destiny Hill but eventually they figure out which one kidnapped you. It turns out his last name is LaRosa, he owned a theater and has a little sister with terminal cancer. This process takes about a week and by the time the FBI arrive at the house it is long abandoned. They also find out who Jeanette is, turns out her last name is Richards and lives in an apartment, which has also been abandoned. Soon they are put on FBI's most wanted but they are never found.
As for your career, you become a bit withdrawn and it is a very long time before you have meet and greet or anything that involves directly interacting with the fans. At future concerts you have a few more guards around. People notice all of this and you face some criticism, however just as many people defend you considering what you went through, rumors of your kidnapping being a publicity stunt die down, although the occasional internet troll mentions it. In several years things return to the way they were before, and incident just becomes a chapter of your long career. |
You're smart enough to know the devil you know is better then the devil you don't.
"Maybe Martin should stay" you suggest.
Both Martin and Jeanette are bit surprise by your comment.
"Sorry hun, but I have a ton of work to do and so does Martin" Jeanette stated.
"If you really plan on letting me getting go by the end of the week, then it benefits me not having Martin go out and risk getting caught"
Your case doesn't seem to persuade Jeanette in the slightest, Martin on the other hand seems to take heed to what you say.
"You can do my errands Jeanette and I can do your bank statements, you'll still get the credit for doing them" Martin advised.
"Fine, I guess we should be careful"
Jeanette and Martin kiss each goodbye as she gets off the sofa, leaves the room and heads out the front door. As soon as she is gone Martin becomes his more on edge self.
"We have some work to do" Martin explained.
As before Martin grabs you by the wrist but not very tightly leading you into the foyer and then a room on the left. It is a kitchen complete with a refrigerator, oven and stove. The appliances seemed fairly modern, although the oven and stove appeared to be a bit dirty. Next to them was a counter and sink, with dishes that needed to be washed.A sliding door on the right lead to the backyard was on the right. In the middle of the room is a kitchen table, on it is a box with a bunch of papers. You both sit down at the table as Martin takes the box and dumps the papers on the table.
"Jeanette needs these bank statements alphabetize" Martin blunted instructed.
It is a very dull affair as Martin at times seems to forget you are even there, paying for more attention to the papers then to you. You try to make small talk, Martin doesn't say much, but you manage to learn that his parents died in a car crash a few years ago and he doesn't like hot weather. Martin works at very fast pace, finishing his half of the statements and then proceeds to complete your half. By noon you are done, Martin orders a pizza, mushrooms and olives your favorite. After lunch Martin returns to the room with the love seats, lays down on one and promptly dozes off. You are now left unsupervised in the house.
> You escape
You realize that you will never get an opportunity like this again, you head to the front door, unlock it and quietly sneak out. Knowing that Jeanette could be home any minute, you decided to run off as fast as you can after exiting the house. You run, run some more and keep running, you never stop to look back to see if Martin (or Jeanette) is following you. After maybe an hour your legs simply don't have the energy and you collapse on someone's yard. Luckily the owner is home and when they see you on the ground they quickly call the police. When cops get there you explain who you are and they rush you to a local hospital, with full police and FBI protection of course.
At the hospital, you are checked to see if you have physical wounds or emotional trauma. Physically you are fine, mentally you're a little out of it, not surprising after what you've through, after a few days you are sent back to your home Los Angeles. The police try find Martin or Jeanette, but you were in such a rush when you ran out that you can't retrace your steps from where you were found. You never looked back at the house when you escaped that you have no idea what it looks like, let alone the street you were on.
The only info the FBI have to go on is their first names, it takes a while to comb through the hundreds of Martins in Destiny Hill but eventually they figure out which one kidnapped you. It turns out his last name is LaRosa, he owned a theater and has a little sister with terminal cancer. This process takes about a week and by the time the FBI arrive at the house it is long abandoned. They also find out who Jeanette is, turns out her last name is Richards and lives in an apartment, which has also been abandoned. Soon they are put on FBI's most wanted but they are never found.
As for your career, you become a bit more withdrawn and never have a meet and greet again. In fact you rarely do anything that involves interacting directly with the fans. Your future concerts all have a beefed up security presence. At first people sympathize with you, considering what you've been through but over the years the sympathy slowly turns to criticism, this hurts your career, but you're able to handle it. |
You're smart enough to know the devil you know is better then the devil you don't.
"Maybe Martin should stay" you suggest.
Both Martin and Jeanette are bit surprise by your comment.
"Sorry hun, but I have a ton of work to do and so does Martin" Jeanette stated.
"If you really plan on letting me getting go by the end of the week, then it benefits me not having Martin go out and risk getting caught"
Your case doesn't seem to persuade Jeanette in the slightest, Martin on the other hand seems to take heed to what you say.
"You can do my errands Jeanette and I can do your bank statements, you'll still get the credit for doing them" Martin advised.
"Fine, I guess we should be careful"
Jeanette and Martin kiss each goodbye as she gets off the sofa, leaves the room and heads out the front door. As soon as she is gone Martin becomes his more on edge self.
"We have some work to do" Martin explained.
As before Martin grabs you by the wrist but not very tightly leading you into the foyer and then a room on the left. It is a kitchen complete with a refrigerator, oven and stove. The appliances seemed fairly modern, although the oven and stove appeared to be a bit dirty. Next to them was a counter and sink, with dishes that needed to be washed.A sliding door on the right lead to the backyard was on the right. In the middle of the room is a kitchen table, on it is a box with a bunch of papers. You both sit down at the table as Martin takes the box and dumps the papers on the table.
"Jeanette needs these bank statements alphabetize" Martin blunted instructed.
It is a very dull affair as Martin at times seems to forget you are even there, paying for more attention to the papers then to you. You try to make small talk, Martin doesn't say much, but you manage to learn that his parents died in a car crash a few years ago and he doesn't like hot weather. Martin works at very fast pace, finishing his half of the statements and then proceeds to complete your half. By noon you are done, Martin orders a pizza, mushrooms and olives your favorite. After lunch Martin returns to the room with the love seats, lays down on one and promptly dozes off. You are now left unsupervised in the house.
> You go back to the basement
If something seems to good to be true then it probably it is. You head back to the basement and back into what has become your room. Jeanette returns a few hours later and comes into you room, holding a box of leftover pizza.
"Thanks for doing the bank statements" Jeanette said while putting down the box of pizza.
"Martin did most of the work" You admit.
"Maybe you didn't want Martin to go because you were worried about him, maybe you found working with him romantic"
You are taken aback by this statement.
"I'm joking" Jeanette says as soon she notices you're getting uncomfortable.
Jeanette is obnoxious and Martin is on another world, quite a pair those two are you think to yourself.
You and Jeanette spend time eating the leftover pizza and talking for a bit. You learn Jeanette's father was in the army. After you are done, Jeanette leaves taking the now empty pizza box. You watch some primetime TV and then fall asleep |
After waiting for an hour the door opens and the man appears.
"Come on" he shyly says while sticking out his arm.
You walk towards him and he grabs hold of your wrist. He heads out while tugging you along, he is obviously trying to make sure you don't run for it, he also seems to be trying to avoid hurting you. You walk into the next room which is basically just a larger version of the room you were just in, carpeted floor with dust bunnies, bleak white walls and no windows. In the middle of the room is a staircase which you and the man walk up. Upstairs you discover you are in a foyer in what appears to be a residential house.
You eye the front door at the end of the foyer but the kidnapper tugs you in the other direction. You enter a room on the right which has two loveseat sofas, a large flat screen TV on stand with a DVD player and several DVDs. On the floor is a carpet that doesn't have dust bunnies, walls that aren't so bleak as the ones in the basement, and more importantly for you windows. You never thought you'd be so happy to see sunlight, but after almost a full day without you'll never take it for granted again.
While you're staring outside you almost overlook that there is a women sitting on one of the love seats. She looks around your age, has almost waist long blonde hair, jean short shorts and a red tank top, she looks far more confident then the kidnapper ever did. She notices you are looking at her and begins to talk.
"I can't believe you pulled this off Martin" the women begins.
"Yeah, I made a promise and I don't break my promises" the man replied as he sat down next to her.
You notice the man is far more relaxed when in the company of this women.
"So you're the world famous Linda Niles, I'm Jeanette" the women introduces herself.
"Nice to meet you" you respond. You suppose being polite will improve your odds of getting out of this situation.
"I hope Martin has been treating you alright, he isn't a bad person, but I don't blame you if the kidnapping gave you a different impression"
You can't tell if she is being serious or making a wise crack.
"So the reason I am here is I'm going to babysit you today, Martin has a few errands to run and we obviously can't just leave you here alone" Jeanette explained.
"But the FBI is out looking for you" You say surprisingly with a bit of concern in your voice.
"I have...things to do" Martin stated purposely vague.
You could insist that Martin stays and Jeanette goes out to do whatever these errands are. You're not quite sure what to make of Jeanette, she could be dangerous, while you know Martin is timid and (probably) won't hurt you. You might even be able to make an escape attempt. On the other hand Martin isn't much for conversation, having Jeanette stay around would give you somebody to talk to, which would really help you keep your saintly while trapped. However Martin going out runs the risk if him being caught, which can your situation much better or way worse.
> You have Jeanette stay
You decided to go with their plan, it's not likely the would change it if you wanted them too anyway.
"I'm heading off now" Martin said as he got off the loveseat and headed towards the front door.
"Aren't you worried he'll get caught?" You ask Jeanette.
"He'll be fine" she responded not the least bit concerned.
"So why did Martin kidnap me?"
"I'm sorry Martin asked me not to tell you, just don't worry, we won't harm you and in a few days you'll be let go and can go home"
You figure it was no use to keep trying to get info out of her, something about her makes you think she can rather stubborn.
"So to help pass the time, you're going to help alphabetize some bank statements" Jeanette said in way she already assumed you would agree.
"What do you mean" you responded quite puzzled.
"Well the old manger of the bank I work at decided it would be fun to have bank statements in random order, so they fired him and if I fix this mess I got a good shot of getting his job, with you I can get it done even faster"
You decide not to argue partly you're a bit afraid of what would happen if you said no and partly because sitting around doing nothing couldn't be good for your mental health. Jeanette heads off into the foyer and you follow her into a room on the left. It is a kitchen complete with a refrigerator, oven and stove. The appliances seemed fairly modern, although the oven and stove appeared to be a bit dirty. Next to them was a counter and sink, with dishes that needed to be washed. A sliding door on the right lead to the backyard. In the middle of the room was a kitchen table,on it is a box with a bunch of papers.You both sit down at the table as Jeanette takes the box and dumps the papers on the table.
"You know the alphabet?" Jeanette sarcastically asks you.
"Well if I didn't, now would be a good time to learn" You reply in equal wit.
Jeanette smiles briefly at the remark, staying on her good side would be the best course of action.
For next several hours you and her organize the files, it isn't so bad as you and her talk during the process. You learn that her father severed in the army and she lost her mother at a young age. You also learn she and Martin have been going out for two years. Around noon Jeanette orders a pizza, mushrooms and olives your favorite. By late afternoon you and her all done.
"Alright, if you ever get tired as a singer, I'll hire you as my assistant. Jeanette compliments.
A short while later Martin returns home and Jeanette greets him with a kiss.
"Everything is all set for tomorrow" Martin confirms.
"Great, Linda was a valuable help to me" Jeanette responds in a rather cheerful tone.
Martin turns his attention to you.
"Tomorrow I will explain everything to you, for now I'm afraid you have to go back to the basement"
You comply and head back downstairs, for dinner you have left over pizza and after watching some prime time tv you fall asleep. |
You lay down on the sofa, wondering what lays in store for you. No one would go through all this trouble for no reason and you dread learning what that reason is. Does the kidnapper simply want a ransom or do they have something more sinister in mind? You notice there are no windows in this room and the bleak white walls are not helping you stay positive. You can't let fear overcome you, only by thinking rational will you get out of this.
Suddenly the door that was locked opens up and the man who kidnapped you appears, he is holding a tray with a paper bag on it, he appears nervous and is looking down at the tray and not you.
> You say nothing
You say nothing, you are way to nervous that saying the wrong thing will angry him and make your situation worse. He also says nothing and the two of you stare at each like 5th graders at their first dance. Finally the man gets the courage to speak up.
"I'm sorry about this, I promise everything will be explained in time, just relax I have no intention of hurting you and by the end of the week, you'll be home". The kidnapper explains
You stare at the bag on the tray.
"Oh, this is dinner, I got it from this deli called Luca's, the internet said you liked pepperoni calzone and diet soda so I got you that" The kidnapper says while putting down the tray.
"Now that sofa opens up into a bed and in the morning, you'll meet my girlfriend, it won't be so bad"
The man quickly left, closing the door behind him and locking it. You wonder if he is afraid of being caught by the FBI or if he is always like that. You pick up the bag on the tray and take out the contents, sure enough it's a pepperoni calzone and a diet soda. Your stomach growls at the sight of the meal, you are too hungry to care if it's poisonous or not and begin wolfing the down the food. After you've finished you put the tray in a corner and pull the bed out of the sofa . As you lay down, the events of the day race through your mind and you wonder if you'll truly leave this place alive. However you are exhausted and soon you fall asleep. |
You awaken in a small room with a throbbing headache, it takes a moment for things to come into focus. When they do you see a beige sofa and a flat screen tv on the wall. Dust bunnies are on the carpeted floor and there are two doors leading out the room. You try the first door and it is locked, while the second door leads to even smaller bathroom complete with a toilet, shower and sink. You're not quite sure what to do next.
> You shout for help
"SOMEONE HELP" you shout at the top of your lungs.
You scream several more times until you are too tired to shout. After a few minuets nothing happens and you are convinced either no one heard you or if anyone did hear, they have no intention on helping you. You'd figure that was a long shot but was worth a try. So now what? |
It's officially winter break. You stumble toward your dorm room, brain turned to mush from taking five exams in three days.
All you have to do is grab your suitcase, and then you'll be on your way to NYC to stay with your boyfriend, Keith, and his parents for Christmas. You've never met them, but he's told you that they have a large, luxurious apartment with a pool--which sounds awesome, but intimidating.
Anyway.
Keith, the lucky son of a gun, has already flown out. (He's a creative writing major. His exams consist of writing poems about his childhood and writing essays about the meaning of life.)
You pause in the hallway (which is empty--almost everyone else has finished exams and gotten the heck out of here.) Like every college dorm room in every movie ever, there's a whiteboard on your door.
Now there's an "I Heart NY" magnet on there. The magnet holds a postcard with a photo of the Statue of Liberty. You're pretty sure it wasn't there when you left this morning.
> You probably for your roommate. Go in your room without looking at it.
You go in, shut the door, and finish packing.
As you roll your suitcase down the deserted hallway, you see something disappearing around a corner: a figure about three feet tall, with green skin.
> You follow it.
You peek around the corner. Just a maintenance guy. He seems surprised there are still students here.
> You speaking of which, CRIMINY, let's get going.
The airport is hella crowded, and of course every single face you see is pinched with anxiety, like flying home for Christmas is the most horrific event of their lives. You aren't usually one to use the word vibe, but the whole atmosphere gives you a slightly sick feeling, as if your body is absorbing their stress.
You board the plane for the six-hour flight to your connection, Atlanta. Halfway through, you use the lav.
When you return, there's a postcard on your seat. This one shows a picture of the Empire State Building. You turn it over.
Black, scrawling letters read:
Dear Clara,
When you get off, that's when I'll find you.
When I find you, that's when I'll kill you.
When you run, better run fast.
When you hide, better hide good.
When you tell, it makes things worse.
Panic clenches your throat. Is this real? Does someone actually want to kill you?
What should you do? Tell the stewardess? Or follow the advice on the postcard?
> You tell
You make your way to the galley and show the head flight attendant the postcard, explaining how you came to receive it.
She smiles, turns it over. "The Empire State Building. I've been there."
You snatch it back and flip it to show her the message again. "Yeah, but someone's threatening to kill me."
"I love New York." Her eyes are glazed. "It's my favorite layover." She turns to smile at you. Her white teeth glitter.
You show another flight attendant with similar results.
Okay, this isn't going so well. What should you do? Start screaming for help, or just sit there, like, well, a sitting duck?
> You scream.
Immediately, the co-captain comes out and helps the flight attendants handcuff you. You try to show them the postcard, but it slips out of your hand.
They lecture you about causing a panic to the other passengers. The escort you to an empty seat and check your vital signs to rule out medical issues, as they are trained to do, and then bring you a glass of wine to help you stop panicking (as they are also trained to do). You don't drink it, of course--you need your wits about you. Because something is seriously screwed up.
When the flight attendant returns to collect the still-full wine glass, you ask her if you're on some kind of list now, or if you'll be allowed to board your next flight.
She smiles. " Don't cause another disturbance, or there will be consequences.You must continue with the itinerary on your ticket."
Her tone is different--still creepily calm, but less robotic. There's more of a sense that she might actually have a soul. This leads you, of course, to ask more questions, but she cuts you off saying she must clear the cabin for arrival.
The plane lands. What should you do--go to the TSA and tell them what's going on, or just run and hope the killer doesn't find you?
> You inform TSA.
You go to your airline's main desk and ask to speak to a TSA agent.
The uniformed attendant, who isn't much older than you but looks like she has a ton more responsibility, smiles briskly and pulls something up on her computer. "Yes, Miss Conner--we were wondering if you'd stop by. Follow me."
She leads you into what looks like a small conference room. Four leather chairs are arranged around a shiny wooden table. At one end of the room is a Keurig machine, a small fridge, and a bowl of apples. "Would you like something to drink while you wait?" she asks. "The agent should be in here shortly, and he'll explain everything."
You meant to ask her some questions, but the kindness in her voice--as well as the promise that everything is finally going to start making sense--almost brings you to tears. You accept a bottle of water and sit quietly.
The man who comes in is holding a manila file folder. He has no face.
Well, he has eyes, a nose, and a mouth, but they have no distinguishing features. He's like a mannequin, except there's nothing mechanical about his movements. He's clearly real, just blank.
"Hello, Ms. Conner."
Fear is rising through your throat like smoke. This is a trap--this is just what the killer wanted.
He smiles comfortingly. "Oh, no, Ms. Conner--I'm not here to kill you. That's not my job. Shall I leave the door open? You may leave whenever you like." He props it open and takes the seat opposite you, leaving you closer to the exit. A flat laugh. "Of course, leaving would mean starting the running part, which you may not be ready to do. I'm not sure I blame you there!"
It's the same tone you use with your boyfriend's parents on Skype. Jovial, polite. A voice for small talk.
"Anyway, while you're here, I'm supposed to go over the rules with you." He opens the folder. "Rules are optional…" he reads, almost to himself. "We went over that. Okay, here we are. 'If you are being briefed, you have been exceedingly stubborn in contacting the authorities. Stubbornness has both benefits and drawbacks, which we will discuss at the end.
"The following are the rules: you will run. They will try to catch you. You can run, hide, or fight. If they catch you, if they overpower you, you will die.
"But you will not ask for help from people of higher authority than yourself. If you continue to fail to accept the situation, you will lose, and losing this game will not be pleasant. You are safe when you cross the threshold of 333 Madison Avenue."
He looks at you. "Do you need any part of that repeated?" he asks politely. "Or some coffee?"
"But why is this happening? What's the point?"
He shrugs, eyes flitting over the documents. "I don't see a point."
Right. Let's try another tack. "What do I have that they want?"
He reads from the paper again. "'You can run, hide, or fight.'"
Not helpful. "Can I see what else is in the folder?"
"Of course."
He slides it across the table. On top is the paper he just read, typed in ordinary Times New Roman.
Behind that is another sheet with what appears to be a dossier on you--your full name, birthdate, social security number, height, weight, hair and eye color, GPA, hometown, high school, and a short medical and dental history. The GPA is current as of the exams you just finished taking.
Personal life, it says, like on Wikipedia.
Conner is of Irish, Scottish, and American Indian descent. She enjoys photography, reading, and hiking. She is affiliated with no particular religion. Her flaws include an irregular flossing routine and passivity.
That's it.
"This is crazy." These aren't really the right words, because actually these papers are boring--pointedly boring, like they've been created to mock you.
You ask more questions--why you, why the teeth, how did they get this--but Faceless guy just gives you more polite non-answers.
Suddenly something rather obvious strikes you. You've been dealing with this like it's an airport emergency, but it's bigger than that. You have your phone, and it's got plenty of charge. Why not call the police?
> You get Faceless Guy to leave, then call the police.
"Thanks," you manage, trying to imitate the polite, professional tone he's been using on you. "This is all...very strange. Could I just have a cup of coffee and process this for a few minutes?"
He smiles, says that's fine, and reminds you your connection is at Gate 4C. Then he shakes your hand and leaves.
Finally. You take out your phone and dial 911.
Out of area, says the screen.
The desk attendant appears at the door.
She is no longer friendly. Her face is vacant, like a part of a machine no one is bothering to operate. In her hand is a ball-peen hammer.
You stand up automatically. But she keeps coming.
You shove the table at her, but it's too heavy to do more than make her back up one step, then keep coming. You throw a chair, and she catches it. You rush to the right, but she always manages to stay between you and the door.
She closes in. You try to kick, but she doesn't react. She bends low and, without breaking eye contact, smashes the hammer into the bone of your left ankle.
Colors swim against the sides of your skull, pain radiating through you like electricity.
"This office closes in ten minutes," she says. She turns and leaves. The folder is still on the table.
You decide to stop fighting the rules.
You accept that they--the goblins or whatever they are--are after you. So what should you do--run or hide?
> You run.
You've decided to run with a broken ankle...so...let's see how that works out.
After about thirty feet, the goblins catch up. One hard bite to your abdomen (they're only about three feet tall) and you're down. They slash your throat--quick and painless, but you're still dead. |
"Thanks," you manage, trying to imitate the polite, professional tone he's been using on you. "This is all...very strange. Could I just have a cup of coffee and process this for a few minutes?"
He smiles, says that's fine, and reminds you your connection is at Gate 4C. Then he shakes your hand and leaves.
Finally. You take out your phone and dial 911.
Out of area, says the screen.
The desk attendant appears at the door.
She is no longer friendly. Her face is vacant, like a part of a machine no one is bothering to operate. In her hand is a ball-peen hammer.
You stand up automatically. But she keeps coming.
You shove the table at her, but it's too heavy to do more than make her back up one step, then keep coming. You throw a chair, and she catches it. You rush to the right, but she always manages to stay between you and the door.
She closes in. You try to kick, but she doesn't react. She bends low and, without breaking eye contact, smashes the hammer into the bone of your left ankle.
Colors swim against the sides of your skull, pain radiating through you like electricity.
"This office closes in ten minutes," she says. She turns and leaves. The folder is still on the table.
You decide to stop fighting the rules.
You accept that they--the goblins or whatever they are--are after you. So what should you do--run or hide?
> You hide.
You limp along for a few feet, then dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any particular attention.
You buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend's parents. Then it's too hot, so you stuff it into your bag--your bright red bag. After checking your surroundings, you limp over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you're a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Holy damn, your ankle hurts. Every pulse of pain reminds you that this is real.
Suddenly you see them. Two...things. They're about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblin's eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator's, but shorter--are twitching. They're sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you've put on.
But when you peek again, they've passed by.
You pull off the sweater under your sweatshirt and manage to yank it off through the neck.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin slowly following them, dragging your sore ankle as you walk toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. There are creatures behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator, biting back your yelps of pain. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you(or if they do, that you can hop out before they do) or turn and fight?
> You try for the tram.
You limp onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge toward the doors, ready to leap out, but it's just a group of middle schoolers in matching sweatshirts and their chaperone. The tram ambles forward.
At the next stop, a guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago, gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're accustomed to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
This guy, however, sees you.
Probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they're in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? Damn. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away slowly.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. In addition to the sloppy-looking sweatshirt and the way you're holding your foot, you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off?
> You trust Dmitri.
You make up a story about an old boyfriend who is stalking you and has threatened to kill you. You say the authorities won't do anything because the threats are all verbal, and there's no evidence, and he has a perfect record. Dmitri is skeptical at first, but when he sees that your fear is real, he starts to believe you.
"So what are you going to do?" he asks.
"Get off at Terminal D, I guess. He's got to be watching Terminal C, since he knows my itinerary."
"Yeah, but he's watching for you, right?"
"Yeah…"
"So let's be a couple. He'll be looking for someone alone, and that terminal should be pretty crowded since it's a Delta one."
Should you agree to this, or stick with your original plan of going to D Terminal?
> You go to D Terminal.
The second you step off, they're there, and you barely stumble backward into the tram in time. As you do, you hit your head on one of the light poles.
"Was he out there?" Dmitri looks skeptical again. Probably because from his perspective you just leapt about two feet backward at the sight of a woman with a stroller.
"Yeah." The pain spiking through your head makes you want to kill people. "Let's go with your idea."
> You try terminal C.
Reluctantly, you agree.
"Here." He takes off his sweatshirt, which is light gray, and you switch wit him. He turns the Braves one inside out so the logo isn't visible, since they've seen it. You switch bags. He has a carryon, and he unzips it and yanks out a scarf his grandmother just gave him as a Christmas present. You loop it around your face.
When the tram slows at C, you look out the windows. Two of them are at the edge of the crowd, about ten feet away. There are about seven tram doors opening.
"He's here," you mutter.
"Too close for us to go?"
Dang, it would be easy to say yes. But you don't. "No, we can probably make it."
He puts his arm around you, and you put the hood up, making sure none of your hair is visible. You begin walking, heads turned toward each other.
"We're deep in conversation right now," you say.
"Yes," says Dmitri. "And we're not walking too fast."
"Because we're so absorbed in our deep conversation."
A businessman barrels past you, giving you a look like you're both idiots. He lets his overly large carryon run over Dmitri's foot.
But no slappy-slap-slap.
You make it to the escalator. You make it up the escalator. You make it to terminal C, and duck into a bookstore. There is a closed sandwich stand, and you duck behind the counter and sink onto the sticky tile floor.
"So...." says Dmitri. "You're just going to hang out here for the next two and a half hours?"
You nod. Compared to being violently murdered, it sounds like heaven.
About half an hour before your flight starts boarding, Dmitri goes to get you guys something to eat. When he comes back with Qdoba, he says, "the strangest thing happened. I just got a notification on my phone that my flight is canceled, and I'm rerouted through La Guardia. So I'm on your flight. Weird, huh?"
A shiver of suspicion runs through you. "Yeah, weird," you say, unwrapping your burrito.
Almost as weird as running into him in the first place.
You put down the burrito. You don't trust Dmitri.
Actually, you do--you trust the weird little kid you met at camp. You're just not sure if this guy sitting with you on this disgusting floor is actually him. This whole crazy day has been like something out of a twisted fairy tale, and isn't there something in fairy tales about not taking food from strangers?
At the same time, you skipped breakfast this morning. You're so hungry you're slightly dizzy, even sitting down. You doubt you'll be able to run or think at your best if you don't get some nourishment.
Should you eat or not?
> You eat.
Your stomach starts to churn. There's nothing magical or enchanted about this nausea--it's identical to the last time you got food poisoning. You turn and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the grimy floor.
It smells. It smells like me, you think. Like my insides.
The sound of running.
You leap up, and vault over the counter almost effortlessly--only later you remember Dmitri's hands under your ribs, propelling you--and run.
You only have to elude them for twenty minutes. Twenty stupid minutes is all that's between you and being okay.
You see an opening in the crowd and dart through. Without your heavy bag you must be faster than they are, because the space between you and them is widening.
Should you keep running, or find a place to hide?
> You hide somewhere.
You duck into a large, crowded restaurant and hide at a table in the back. Ten minutes before your flight takes off, you slowly come out.
Dmitri is still by the empty deli counter.
"What," he says, "was that? It looked like you were having a seizure. Except no one even saw you. I could barely see you." He shakes his head, as if something has been fogging his vision.
"I'll explain on the flight," you say. "If I ever actually get on there."
> You to the planemobile!
Your damp, shaking hand holds out the ticket. The agent smiles--a real, human smile--and tells you to have a nice flight. You walk past them and get on the plane. Their eyes never leave you, but they don't move. Apparently you've earned the right to get on the plane.
As you get into the cabin, you halt. There's a goblin in an empty seat. (An empty first-class seat--pretty bloody annoying.) It's somehow wearing what looks like an expensive pinstriped suit, and the stupid flight attendant is handing him some wine.
In the pocket of the seat in front of you is a postcard showing Times Square. You slide it out and flip it over.
Rest and eat.This ain't finished yet.
Well, isn't that great. You'd love to eat--if you had any friggin' food.
This is just so stupid. What's even the point of it? Goblins. Gremlins, or whatever they are. They're bright Crayola green--they don't even look realistic.
Dmitri appears in front of you. "Hi," he says, but he's talking to the guy in the middle seat beside you. "I have an exit row seat--would you mind switching so I can sit by my girlfriend?"
The guy is only too happy to switch to an exit row, and soon Dmitri is settled beside you.
"I'm not your girlfriend," you say. How are you even going to explain this whole crazy debacle to your boyfriend?
Easy: you won't. How could you? It's unexplainable. You've become good at knowing which things not to bother Keith with, and this is definitely one of them.
"I know," Dmitri said. "But I didn't think he would switch if we were just friends."
"Well, that's really stupid." You probably shouldn't be taking this out on him, seeing as he rescued you and all, but you are hungry and exhausted and you know he's about to ask a bunch of questions you can't answer and you just want this stupid trip to be over already. "So the only good reason to sit beside someone is if you're having sex with them? So what if we're friends? Friends talk. Is having a conversation not a good enough reason to sit beside someone?"
"Clara," he says. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. It just happened." You explain what you can about the postcards and the goblins. You hand him the postcard, but he finds the handwriting impossible to read--which makes no sense, it's sloppy, but not that sloppy.
"Do you think they'll actually kill you?"
"Yes," you say. "I do."
He takes your hand.
Not long after, you fall asleep.You wake up to the stewardess' voice.
"Miss Conner, here's the meal you ordered for this flight." She seems to be in a hurry, and pulls your tray out for you so she can set it down and attend to something else.
It appears to be a chicken salad sandwich and some chips. Which you definitely did not order.
You realize you're nauseous, and incredibly hungry again.
Should you eat this incredibly sketchy food?
> You um, no. It's from the friggin' goblin club.
As the flight goes on, you get more and more nauseous. Soon you are shaking all over. You wretch a few times, but there's nothing for you to throw up, so you don't.
When it's time to get off the plane, the goblin is already gone, just like all the other first-class passengers. A glass with a few traces of red wine sits on the tray beside his seat.
You walk through JFK with Dmitri. He holds your sweaty, shaky hand, watching your face for any sign of them, but there are no goblins.
You get your luggage from baggage claim and turn toward the exit. Outside is a long line of taxis.
In front of the door is a huge goblin. Taller than you. Taller than any human who's not in the NBA.
"There's one there," you say dully to Dmitri, pointing toward it. His eyes follow your finger. He squints hard.
"I think I see a--a shadow."
There are about ten sets of doors to the taxi line, so you turn toward another one and start trudging toward it. It probably won't work, but hey, what do you have to lose?
It doesn't move. "Go ahead."
You turn, shocked. They've never spoken before.
"If you do, I'll follow you. I'll never kill you, but I'll keep following you for the rest of your life."
You can't fight him. You're tired and shaking, and at some point you must've banged your right knee on something because it hurts like hell. But you also can't let him follow you around forever.
What should you do?
> You ask Dmitri to fight him.
As soon as you ask him, the goblin laughs. It's a liquid, disgusting sound. "What kind of story do you think this is? I'm not his goblin. Also, it's 2016--fight your own battles, missy."
> You fight him--hey, maybe you'll win.
Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
Nearby is a frail old lady carrying a long umbrella with a fairly pointy metal tip.
Also nearby is a large, heavy metal luggage cart, which you definitely couldn't lift over your head but might do some serious damage if used like a battering ram.
> You hit him with the suitcase.
In your weakened state, you can barely lift the suitcase. It doesn't even slow the goblin down. He swats you like a fly, and the last thing you see before your head hits the floor is Dmitri reaching out his hand, trying too late to save you. |
Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
Nearby is a frail old lady carrying a long umbrella with a fairly pointy metal tip.
Also nearby is a large, heavy metal luggage cart, which you definitely couldn't lift over your head but might do some serious damage if used like a battering ram.
> You ram him with the luggage cart.
You grab one--uh-oh. They're the kind you have to put coins into in order to make the brakes unlatch. It does almost nothing. The goblin leaps onto the cart and bites your head off. |
Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
Nearby is a frail old lady carrying a long umbrella with a fairly pointy metal tip.
Also nearby is a large, heavy metal luggage cart, which you definitely couldn't lift over your head but might do some serious damage if used like a battering ram.
> You grab the umbrella.
You pull it out of the old lady's hands. (She starts going after you, but Dmitri intercedes.) It's light enough that even as jelly-like as your limbs are, you can lift it easily and aim it toward the goblin's eye. You miss, but you still give him a hard poke in the forehead--not enough to break the skin, but enough that he toddles back a few steps, tiny eyes blinking.
You use the opportunity to whack him again.
Unfortunately, this seems to wake him up. He comes toward you.
Your friend had a Komodo dragon once. She loved to rub its belly--beneath the scales it was softer than its back or head. You stab his middle with all your might.
Sticky yellow blood gushes out, but he's still coming. One more hit and he wobbles, then smacks onto the floor.
He's dead. You're free.
You feel nothing. Why should you? You should've been free all along.
You and Dmitri step outside. It's raining, and the only thing out here that isn't gray is the long line of taxis. Ready to take you to the Upper East Side. Except you don't want to go there anymore--if you ever did.
"Where are you headed?" Dmitri asks. He has no bags. He's going to miss his flight to Philadelphia.
"I don't know," you say. "But do you want to come with me?"
The two of you get a taxi and choose a different adventure. Which is, it turns out, the happiest ending of all. |
As soon as you ask him, the goblin laughs. It's a liquid, disgusting sound. "What kind of story do you think this is? I'm not his goblin. Also, it's 2016--fight your own battles, missy."
> You nope, not dying here. Let him follow you.
So he follows you. He follows you to your boyfriend's apartment--to the living room where you make small talk about your trip, into the bathroom while you pee, to the dining room where there is a lovely dinner prepared, into the bedroom where you and your boyfriend sleep. He follows you everywhere, little eyes tracing your every move.
Finally, you decide to fight him. It's like fighting air.
You try to ignore him. Sometimes it works, but mostly it doesn't. You can't sleep. You can't relax with friends. You can't even kiss Keith without getting uncomfortable.
Your friends notice your awkwardness, and Keith gets tired of being pushed away. Your grades suffer. You're alone more and more--alone with it. After about a year, your mind can't take it anymore. It lets go.
With medication, you become a mindless--if peaceful--mental patient. But whenever they take you off it enough for you to notice your surroundings, what you see is the goblin. Because he never leaves. |
Your damp, shaking hand holds out the ticket. The agent smiles--a real, human smile--and tells you to have a nice flight. You walk past them and get on the plane. Their eyes never leave you, but they don't move. Apparently you've earned the right to get on the plane.
As you get into the cabin, you halt. There's a goblin in an empty seat. (An empty first-class seat--pretty bloody annoying.) It's somehow wearing what looks like an expensive pinstriped suit, and the stupid flight attendant is handing him some wine.
In the pocket of the seat in front of you is a postcard showing Times Square. You slide it out and flip it over.
Rest and eat.This ain't finished yet.
Well, isn't that great. You'd love to eat--if you had any friggin' food.
This is just so stupid. What's even the point of it? Goblins. Gremlins, or whatever they are. They're bright Crayola green--they don't even look realistic.
Dmitri appears in front of you. "Hi," he says, but he's talking to the guy in the middle seat beside you. "I have an exit row seat--would you mind switching so I can sit by my girlfriend?"
The guy is only too happy to switch to an exit row, and soon Dmitri is settled beside you.
"I'm not your girlfriend," you say. How are you even going to explain this whole crazy debacle to your boyfriend?
Easy: you won't. How could you? It's unexplainable. You've become good at knowing which things not to bother Keith with, and this is definitely one of them.
"I know," Dmitri said. "But I didn't think he would switch if we were just friends."
"Well, that's really stupid." You probably shouldn't be taking this out on him, seeing as he rescued you and all, but you are hungry and exhausted and you know he's about to ask a bunch of questions you can't answer and you just want this stupid trip to be over already. "So the only good reason to sit beside someone is if you're having sex with them? So what if we're friends? Friends talk. Is having a conversation not a good enough reason to sit beside someone?"
"Clara," he says. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. It just happened." You explain what you can about the postcards and the goblins. You hand him the postcard, but he finds the handwriting impossible to read--which makes no sense, it's sloppy, but not that sloppy.
"Do you think they'll actually kill you?"
"Yes," you say. "I do."
He takes your hand.
Not long after, you fall asleep.You wake up to the stewardess' voice.
"Miss Conner, here's the meal you ordered for this flight." She seems to be in a hurry, and pulls your tray out for you so she can set it down and attend to something else.
It appears to be a chicken salad sandwich and some chips. Which you definitely did not order.
You realize you're nauseous, and incredibly hungry again.
Should you eat this incredibly sketchy food?
> You know what, whatever. Why the hell not.
You eat, and you immediately you feel better.
When it's time to get off the plane, the goblin is already gone, just like all the other first-class passengers. A glass with a few traces of red wine is on the tray beside his seat.
You walk through JFK with Dmitri. He holds your hand, watching your face for any sign of them, but there are no goblins.
You get your luggage from baggage claim and turn toward the exit. Outside is a long line of taxis.
In front of the door is a huge goblin. Taller than you. His head is above the archway.
"There's one there," you say dully to Dmitri, pointing toward it.
His eyes follow your finger. He squints hard. "I think," he says slowly, "I see a...a shadow."
There are about ten sets of doors to the taxi line, so you turn toward another one and start hurrying toward it. It probably won't work, but hey, what do you have to lose?
It doesn't move. "Go ahead."
You turn, shocked. They've never spoken before.
"If you do, I'll follow you. I'll never kill you, but I'll never stop following."
Oh. Well, great. Fighting him seems like a losing proposition. Sure, he doesn't look terribly fast or strong, but you aren't either--and you've got skin, not hard, armor-like scales. Also, he's huge.
But you also can't let him follow you around forever.
What should you do?
> You know what, this ends now. Fight him.
Okay, what will you fight him with?
You now have your heavy, hard-sided suitcase, with a large textbook and the statue you planned to give to Keith's parents inside. Despite its weight, you could probably get it over your head, and since it's already in your hand, speed would be on your side.
Nearby is a frail old lady carrying a long umbrella with a fairly pointy metal tip.
Also nearby is a large, heavy metal luggage cart, which you definitely couldn't lift over your head but might do some serious damage if used like a battering ram. |
Your stomach starts to churn. There's nothing magical or enchanted about this nausea--it's identical to the last time you got food poisoning. You turn and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the grimy floor.
It smells. It smells like me, you think. Like my insides.
The sound of running.
You leap up, and vault over the counter almost effortlessly--only later you remember Dmitri's hands under your ribs, propelling you--and run.
You only have to elude them for twenty minutes. Twenty stupid minutes is all that's between you and being okay.
You see an opening in the crowd and dart through. Without your heavy bag you must be faster than they are, because the space between you and them is widening.
Should you keep running, or find a place to hide?
> You keep running.
A huge tour group walks in a slow line right in front of you. You shove past them, but not long afterward, the slap-slapping comes behind you. Teeth gnash your knee, and you fall.
A hard bite to your shoulder, and then the weight of the goblin is off of you, and you sit up in time to watch it careen into a moving walkway. Dmitri stands above you.
"What," he says, "was that? It looked like you were having a seizure. Except no one even saw you. I could barely see you." He shakes his head, as if something has been fogging his vision.
"I'll explain on the plane," you say. Your shoulder is bleeding, but not too badly. "If I ever actually get on there."
> You continue toward the gate.
They don't move.
You keep walking, leg muscles braced, ready to stop and turn around.
Your damp, shaking hand holds out the ticket. The agent smiles--a real, human smile--and tells you to have a nice flight. You walk past them and get on the plane. Their eyes never leave you, but they don't move. Apparently you've earned the right to get on the plane.
As you get into the cabin, you halt. There is one in an empty seat. (An empty first-class seat--pretty bloody annoying.) It's somehow wearing what looks like an expensive pinstriped suit, and the stupid flight attendant is handing him some wine.
In the pocket of the seat in front of you is a postcard showing Times Square. You slide it out and flip it over.
Rest and eat. This ain't finished yet.
Well, isn't that great. You'd love to eat--if you had any friggin' food.
This is just so stupid. What's even the point of it? Goblins. Gremlins, or whatever they are. They're bright Crayola green--they don't even look realistic.
Dmitri appears in front of you. "Hi," he says, but he's talking to the guy in the middle seat beside you. "I have an exit row seat--would you mind switching so I can sit by my girlfriend?"
The guy is only too happy to switch to an exit row, and soon Dmitri is settled beside you.
"I'm not your girlfriend," you say. How are you even going to explain this to your boyfriend?
Easy: you won't. How could you? It's unexplainable. You've become good at knowing which things not to bother Keith with, and this is definitely one of them.
"I know," Dmitri said. "But I didn't think he would switch if we were just friends."
"Well, that's really stupid." You probably shouldn't be taking this out on him, seeing as he rescued you and all, but you are hungry and exhausted and you know he's about to ask a bunch of questions you can't answer and you just want this stupid trip to be over already.
"Clara," he says. "What's going on, exactly?" Apparently he's figured out that jealous boyfriends aren't generally invisible.
"I don't know. It just happened." You explain what you can about the postcards and the goblins. You hand him the postcard, but he finds the handwriting impossible to read--which makes no sense, it's sloppy, but not that sloppy.
"Do you think they'll actually kill you?"
"I know they will," you say, because you do.
He takes your hand.
Not long after, you fall asleep.You wake up to the stewardess' voice.
"Miss Conner, here's the meal you ordered for this flight." She seems to be in a hurry, and pulls your tray out for you so she can set it down and attend to something else.
It appears to be a chicken salad sandwich and some chips. Which you definitely did not order.
You realize you're nauseous again, and incredibly hungry.
Should you eat this incredibly sketchy food? |
Reluctantly, you agree.
"Here." He takes off his sweatshirt, which is light gray, and you switch wit him. He turns the Braves one inside out so the logo isn't visible, since they've seen it. You switch bags. He has a carryon, and he unzips it and yanks out a scarf his grandmother just gave him as a Christmas present. You loop it around your face.
When the tram slows at C, you look out the windows. Two of them are at the edge of the crowd, about ten feet away. There are about seven tram doors opening.
"He's here," you mutter.
"Too close for us to go?"
Dang, it would be easy to say yes. But you don't. "No, we can probably make it."
He puts his arm around you, and you put the hood up, making sure none of your hair is visible. You begin walking, heads turned toward each other.
"We're deep in conversation right now," you say.
"Yes," says Dmitri. "And we're not walking too fast."
"Because we're so absorbed in our deep conversation."
A businessman barrels past you, giving you a look like you're both idiots. He lets his overly large carryon run over Dmitri's foot.
But no slappy-slap-slap.
You make it to the escalator. You make it up the escalator. You make it to terminal C, and duck into a bookstore. There is a closed sandwich stand, and you duck behind the counter and sink onto the sticky tile floor.
"So...." says Dmitri. "You're just going to hang out here for the next two and a half hours?"
You nod. Compared to being violently murdered, it sounds like heaven.
About half an hour before your flight starts boarding, Dmitri goes to get you guys something to eat. When he comes back with Qdoba, he says, "the strangest thing happened. I just got a notification on my phone that my flight is canceled, and I'm rerouted through La Guardia. So I'm on your flight. Weird, huh?"
A shiver of suspicion runs through you. "Yeah, weird," you say, unwrapping your burrito.
Almost as weird as running into him in the first place.
You put down the burrito. You don't trust Dmitri.
Actually, you do--you trust the weird little kid you met at camp. You're just not sure if this guy sitting with you on this disgusting floor is actually him. This whole crazy day has been like something out of a twisted fairy tale, and isn't there something in fairy tales about not taking food from strangers?
At the same time, you skipped breakfast this morning. You're so hungry you're slightly dizzy, even sitting down. You doubt you'll be able to run or think at your best if you don't get some nourishment.
Should you eat or not?
> You stuff the burrito in a napkin.
You manage to hide the burrito in your napkin. The edges of your vision blur, and your knees are wobbly, but at least you're safe.
You and Dmitri decide that the best way to get on the plane is for you to wait until the line is ending and then just run. He will stand near enough to see the gate and then text you when it's time.
When he texts you, you begin running. No goblins on either side of you. Your hunger disappears--nothing matters except getting on the plane.
They're behind the desk.
Actually, they're ON the desk. Waiting. Watching. Two of them.
The ticket agent is laughing, chiding that you aren't that late.
The ink of your printed-out ticket stains your sweaty hand. You slow down, almost to a stop. Maybe you should miss the plane. If you run fast, maybe you can lose them for long enough to get a cab to the bus station.
But they didn't start chasing you until you got into this Godforsaken airport. Isn't it logical, then, that maybe they'll stop chasing you once you board?
Look at you, trying to apply logic to a situation that's clearly insane. Yeah, that's a real productive use of your time.
They see you. They aren't coming toward you--but then, why should they? You're going straight to them.
What do you do? |
You limp onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge toward the doors, ready to leap out, but it's just a group of middle schoolers in matching sweatshirts and their chaperone. The tram ambles forward.
At the next stop, a guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago, gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're accustomed to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
This guy, however, sees you.
Probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they're in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? Damn. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away slowly.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. In addition to the sloppy-looking sweatshirt and the way you're holding your foot, you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off?
> You brush him off.
You have a pleasant conversation until he gets off--at your terminal, but you don't mention that. You ride the tram around the whole airport a few times and then decide to get off at Terminal D, since you assume the goblins are watching the tram stop at Terminal C.
As soon as you get off, they spot you. You try to run, but that works about as well as you'd expect for someone with a broken ankle. They catch you. And they do, indeed, kill you. |
You limp along for a few feet, then dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any particular attention.
You buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend's parents. Then it's too hot, so you stuff it into your bag--your bright red bag. After checking your surroundings, you limp over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you're a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Holy damn, your ankle hurts. Every pulse of pain reminds you that this is real.
Suddenly you see them. Two...things. They're about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblin's eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator's, but shorter--are twitching. They're sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you've put on.
But when you peek again, they've passed by.
You pull off the sweater under your sweatshirt and manage to yank it off through the neck.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin slowly following them, dragging your sore ankle as you walk toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. There are creatures behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator, biting back your yelps of pain. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you(or if they do, that you can hop out before they do) or turn and fight?
> You fight, despite the ankle.
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, despite being soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You bash with bag.
Yeah, heavy or not, it's still just a bag, and there are two of them. You manage to hit one, and he seems to get dizzy. The other bites you, and you go down. No one notices you dying. |
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, despite being soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You use the wheelchair.
Picking up the heavy chair with only one reliable leg causes you to lose your balance. Immediately they're on you. The last thing you see after one of them takes a bite out of you is a woman stepping over your body, as if she can't see you at all. |
You go to your airline's main desk and ask to speak to a TSA agent.
The uniformed attendant, who isn't much older than you but looks like she has a ton more responsibility, smiles briskly and pulls something up on her computer. "Yes, Miss Conner--we were wondering if you'd stop by. Follow me."
She leads you into what looks like a small conference room. Four leather chairs are arranged around a shiny wooden table. At one end of the room is a Keurig machine, a small fridge, and a bowl of apples. "Would you like something to drink while you wait?" she asks. "The agent should be in here shortly, and he'll explain everything."
You meant to ask her some questions, but the kindness in her voice--as well as the promise that everything is finally going to start making sense--almost brings you to tears. You accept a bottle of water and sit quietly.
The man who comes in is holding a manila file folder. He has no face.
Well, he has eyes, a nose, and a mouth, but they have no distinguishing features. He's like a mannequin, except there's nothing mechanical about his movements. He's clearly real, just blank.
"Hello, Ms. Conner."
Fear is rising through your throat like smoke. This is a trap--this is just what the killer wanted.
He smiles comfortingly. "Oh, no, Ms. Conner--I'm not here to kill you. That's not my job. Shall I leave the door open? You may leave whenever you like." He props it open and takes the seat opposite you, leaving you closer to the exit. A flat laugh. "Of course, leaving would mean starting the running part, which you may not be ready to do. I'm not sure I blame you there!"
It's the same tone you use with your boyfriend's parents on Skype. Jovial, polite. A voice for small talk.
"Anyway, while you're here, I'm supposed to go over the rules with you." He opens the folder. "Rules are optional…" he reads, almost to himself. "We went over that. Okay, here we are. 'If you are being briefed, you have been exceedingly stubborn in contacting the authorities. Stubbornness has both benefits and drawbacks, which we will discuss at the end.
"The following are the rules: you will run. They will try to catch you. You can run, hide, or fight. If they catch you, if they overpower you, you will die.
"But you will not ask for help from people of higher authority than yourself. If you continue to fail to accept the situation, you will lose, and losing this game will not be pleasant. You are safe when you cross the threshold of 333 Madison Avenue."
He looks at you. "Do you need any part of that repeated?" he asks politely. "Or some coffee?"
"But why is this happening? What's the point?"
He shrugs, eyes flitting over the documents. "I don't see a point."
Right. Let's try another tack. "What do I have that they want?"
He reads from the paper again. "'You can run, hide, or fight.'"
Not helpful. "Can I see what else is in the folder?"
"Of course."
He slides it across the table. On top is the paper he just read, typed in ordinary Times New Roman.
Behind that is another sheet with what appears to be a dossier on you--your full name, birthdate, social security number, height, weight, hair and eye color, GPA, hometown, high school, and a short medical and dental history. The GPA is current as of the exams you just finished taking.
Personal life, it says, like on Wikipedia.
Conner is of Irish, Scottish, and American Indian descent. She enjoys photography, reading, and hiking. She is affiliated with no particular religion. Her flaws include an irregular flossing routine and passivity.
That's it.
"This is crazy." These aren't really the right words, because actually these papers are boring--pointedly boring, like they've been created to mock you.
You ask more questions--why you, why the teeth, how did they get this--but Faceless guy just gives you more polite non-answers.
Suddenly something rather obvious strikes you. You've been dealing with this like it's an airport emergency, but it's bigger than that. You have your phone, and it's got plenty of charge. Why not call the police?
> You run.
You run for a few hundred feet, then dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any particular attention.
You buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend's parents. Then it's too hot, so you stuff it into your bag--your bright red bag. After checking your surroundings, you limp over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you're a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Suddenly you see them. Two. They're about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards. They look like the bad buys in a fairy tale. Goblins, or something.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblins' eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator's, but shorter--are twitching. They're sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you used to have on.
But when you peek again, they've passed by.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin following them. You begin walking toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. There are creatures behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you (or if they do, that you can hop out quickly) or turn and fight?
> You run for the Tram
You leap onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge near the doors, ready to leap out, but none do, and the tram ambles onward.
A guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're used to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet, for the most part, people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
And yet this guy sees you.
That's probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level of this--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they're in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? You can't remember. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. You are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off? |
You run for a few hundred feet, then dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any particular attention.
You buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend's parents. Then it's too hot, so you stuff it into your bag--your bright red bag. After checking your surroundings, you limp over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you're a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Suddenly you see them. Two. They're about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards. They look like the bad buys in a fairy tale. Goblins, or something.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblins' eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator's, but shorter--are twitching. They're sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you used to have on.
But when you peek again, they've passed by.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin following them. You begin walking toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. There are creatures behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you (or if they do, that you can hop out quickly) or turn and fight?
> You fight!
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You bash with bag.
Heavy crap or not, it's still just a bag, and there are two of them. It makes one dizzy, the other bites you, and you go down. No one notices you dying. |
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You use the wheelchair.
The metal of the chair is light enough to swing but hard enough to hurt them. You send one sprawling into the now-moving tram and the other into the path of the crowd getting off the escalator. A few people seem to stumble over their own feet as they step on the goblin, but they--especially a woman in stilettos--injure him badly. Both lie there, bleeding yellow blood. They're not dead, but both injuries look fatal. Neither of them is going to be in any condition to chase you for the next three hours.
You probably shouldn't feel that triumphant. Sure, there were two of them, but they're three feet tall.
But you do. You've never fought with anyone (or, in this case, anything) in your life. And you won.
> You get on the tram.
You hurry onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge near the doors, ready to leap out, but none do, and the tram ambles onward.
A guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're used to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet, for the most part, people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
And yet this guy sees you.
That's probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level of this--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they're in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? You can't remember. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. One of the goblins has ripped your jeans from knee to ankle. Also you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri's always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off?
> You trust him...well, a little.
You make up a story about an old boyfriend who is following you and has threatened to kill you. The authorities won't do anything because the threats are all verbal, and there's no evidence, and he has a perfect record. Dmitri is skeptical of this at first, but when he sees your fear is real, he starts to believe you.
"So what are you going to do?" he asks.
"Get off at Terminal D, I guess. He's got to be watching Terminal C, since he knows my itinerary."
"Yeah, but he's watching for you, right?"
"Yes…"
"So let's be a couple. He'll be looking for someone alone, and that terminal should be pretty crowded since it's a Delta one."
Should you agree to this, or continue with your original plan? |
You hurry onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge near the doors, ready to leap out, but none do, and the tram ambles onward.
A guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're used to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet, for the most part, people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
And yet this guy sees you.
That's probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level of this--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they're in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? You can't remember. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. One of the goblins has ripped your jeans from knee to ankle. Also you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri's always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off?
> You brush him off. Things are risky enough, thanks.
You decide to get off at Terminal D, since that seems to be physically the closest to C. Maybe they won't be waiting for you.
When it slows, you look out the windows. They don't seem to be there.
You pull your hood up and walk out. You go up the escalator.
They're waiting at the top. Three of them this time.
You try to turn around, but there is a solid wall of people behind you. They yank you away from the crowd--no one seems to notice, it's like you're completely alone, it's so unfair-- and push you so hard against the wall that you're out before the first bite sinks into your skin. As dying goes, it's pretty painless, but it's still dying--alone, with no one to help you. |
You make your way to the galley and show the head flight attendant the postcard, explaining how you came to receive it.
She smiles, turns it over. "The Empire State Building. I've been there."
You snatch it back and flip it to show her the message again. "Yeah, but someone's threatening to kill me."
"I love New York." Her eyes are glazed. "It's my favorite layover." She turns to smile at you. Her white teeth glitter.
You show another flight attendant with similar results.
Okay, this isn't going so well. What should you do? Start screaming for help, or just sit there, like, well, a sitting duck?
> You um, it said not to tell. You're just going to sit quietly and then start running when you get off the plane.
You run for a few hundred feet. No one seems to be coming behind you. Everything seems normal. Just another chaotic airport.
You keep running. Maybe--maybe--this is all a sick joke. Well, probably not. But it could be an idle threat. After all, you're in public. It shouldn't be too hard to stay around plenty of witnesses--you're in a friggin' airport at Christmastime. This is fine. You can handle this.
You dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any attention.
Just to be safe, you buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend's parents.
What else will make you stand out? You're carrying a bright red purse.
After checking your surroundings, you walk over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you're a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Suddenly you see them. Two. They're about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards. They look like the bad buys in a fairy tale. Goblins, or something.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblins' eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator's, but shorter--are twitching. Sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you've put on.
But when you peek again, they've passed by.
You pull off the sweater under your sweatshirt and manage to yank it off through the neck.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin following them. You begin walking toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. Creatures are behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you (or if they do, that you can hop out before they can do the same) or turn and fight?
> You fight!
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, though soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You bash with bag.
Heavy or not, it's still just a bag, and there are two of them. It makes one goblin dizzy, the other bites you, and you go down. Strangely, no one notices you dying. |
Okay, what will you use as a weapon? You have your new tote bag, (which, though soft on the outside, is pretty heavy with a phone, bottle of water, and iPad). Also, there is a wheelchair that has been left at the foot of the escalator.
> You pick up the wheelchair.
The metal of the chair is light enough to swing but hard enough to hurt them. You send one sprawling into the now-moving tram and the other into the path of the crowd getting off the escalator. A few people seem to stumble over their own feet as they step on the goblin, but they--especially a woman in stilettos--injure him badly. Both lie there, bleeding yellow blood.
They're not dead, but both injuries look fatal. Neither of them is going to be in any condition to chase you for the next three hours.
> You board the tram, victorious one!
You hurry onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge near the doors, ready to leap out, but none do, and the tram ambles onward.
A guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're used to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet, for the most part, people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
And yet this guy sees you.
That's probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level of this--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they come in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? You can't remember. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. During the fight, one of the goblins apparently ripped your jeans from knee to ankle. Also you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off? |
You run for a few hundred feet. No one seems to be coming behind you. Everything seems normal. Just another chaotic airport.
You keep running. Maybe--maybe--this is all a sick joke. Well, probably not. But it could be an idle threat. After all, you're in public. It shouldn't be too hard to stay around plenty of witnesses--you're in a friggin' airport at Christmastime. This is fine. You can handle this.
You dart into a gift shop. You browse behind a high shelf, waiting to see if anyone (or anything) is following you. Nothing looks suspicious, and no one seems to be paying you any attention.
Just to be safe, you buy a dark blue Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pull it over the cashmere J Crew sweater you got from the thrift shop in order to impress your boyfriend's parents.
What else will make you stand out? You're carrying a bright red purse.
After checking your surroundings, you walk over and find a tote bag that says Hotlanta! And buy it (the clerk is, by now, looking at you like you're a freak). You step behind the shelf and transfer everything in your large purse into the tote bag.
Suddenly you see them. Two. They're about half your height, with green scales and large yellow teeth. They walk on two feet like a person, but they move like lizards. They look like the bad buys in a fairy tale. Goblins, or something.
And no one notices.
People move around them automatically, like they do for plants or luggage, but their eyes never focus on them.
The goblins' eyes are small, soulless, but peering everywhere. Their little nostrils--their snouts are shaped like an alligator's, but shorter--are twitching. Sniffing for you.
You step back, trying to move gradually in case fast movement kicks your scent into the air. Sweat pricks your underarms--a result, no doubt, of both your nervousness and the extra layer you've put on.
But when you peek again, they've passed by.
You pull off the sweater under your sweatshirt and manage to yank it off through the neck.
Maybe the smartest thing would be to keep them in front of you. After all, your gate is all the way on the other side of the airport, and you only have four hours to get there. The only way out of this nightmare is to get on that plane to New York.
You wait for them to get about fifty feet ahead, peek out of the store, and, seeing nothing amiss, begin following them. You begin walking toward the center of the airport. Along the way, you throw away the purse and sweater, and stop in the bathroom and cover yourself with sickly-sweet strawberry soap--anything to hide your natural scent.After a few minutes, you reach an escalator, which will take you down to the tram area, where you will get a ride to your terminal.
As you near the bottom, suddenly there is a slap-slapping on the marble floor, like someone in thin wet socks.
You turn. Creatures are behind you, weaving around the people at the top of the escalator.
You hurry down the escalator. The tram to Gate C has arrived. Should you try to catch it, hoping the doors will close before they can follow you (or if they do, that you can hop out before they can do the same) or turn and fight?
> You run for the tram.
You hurry onto the tram just as the doors close.
You aren't stupid--no way is this hell over with. But at least you're safe for now.
The tram slows at B Gate. Will any of them get on? You edge toward the doors, ready to leap out, but it's just a group of middle schoolers in matching sweatshirts and their chaperone. The tram ambles forward.
At the next stop, a guy about your age, tall and skinny with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from eight years ago, gets on. He notices you.
Huh. Come to think of it, not many people have done that since you found the first postcard. You're no Megan Fox, but you are a reasonably attractive twenty-year-old girl, and you're accustomed to a moderate amount of male perusal while in public. And yet people's eyes have been sliding past you all day. Only airport employees have acknowledged your existence. Weird.
This guy, however, sees you.
Probably not good.
You edge a little closer to the doors. What if he's one of them? A normal college-age boy outside, a goblin inside? Maybe that's the next level--at first the monsters are easy to spot, and then they're in the form of fairly cute guys.
He walks up to you. "Hi."
This close he looks familiar. Familiar like a human I've seen before, or familiar like a goblin?
"I think we went to camp together."
His eyes are a yellow-striped green--what color were theirs? Damn. You were too panicked to notice.
"Guess not," he says. You must look pretty freaked out, because he starts backing away slowly.
And then his face clicks into place. Triple R Ranch. Summer before fourth grade. His name is Dmitri, and the reason you still know that is that he was almost your first kiss. (Instead it was this loser named Jason in sixth grade. He told everyone you tasted like bubble gum--which doesn't seem that bad, but somehow he made it sound absolutely disgusting. What a prick.)
"Wait," you say. "Dmitri, right?"
"Yeah. You're Claire."
"Clara, actually. That's my real name." You like Claire better, but it was too hard to keep telling everyone to call you Claire. They kept forgetting, and finally you just gave up and went with it.
He asks where you're going, and you tell him. He says he's going to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with his dad--he's headed to the same terminal you are.
His eyes move over you, but not in a flirtatious way. "Are you okay?"
You look down. In addition to the sloppy-looking sweatshirt, you are sweating profusely. "It's been...a stressful trip," you finish lamely.
"How so?"
He seems to know there's a deeper meaning to that--which isn't itself strange, Dmitri has always been able to read people pretty well--but you can't shake the feeling that running into him is a little too coincidental. Should you trust him enough to tell him you're being stalked, or just politely brush him off? |
The airport is hella crowded, and of course every single face you see is pinched with anxiety, like flying home for Christmas is the most horrific event of their lives. You aren't usually one to use the word vibe, but the whole atmosphere gives you a slightly sick feeling, as if your body is absorbing their stress.
You board the plane for the six-hour flight to your connection, Atlanta. Halfway through, you use the lav.
When you return, there's a postcard on your seat. This one shows a picture of the Empire State Building. You turn it over.
Black, scrawling letters read:
Dear Clara,
When you get off, that's when I'll find you.
When I find you, that's when I'll kill you.
When you run, better run fast.
When you hide, better hide good.
When you tell, it makes things worse.
Panic clenches your throat. Is this real? Does someone actually want to kill you?
What should you do? Tell the stewardess? Or follow the advice on the postcard?
> You don't Tell
The plane lands.
What should you do--go to the TSA and tell them what's going on, or just run and hope the killer doesn't find you? |
It's officially winter break. You stumble toward your dorm room, brain turned to mush from taking five exams in three days.
All you have to do is grab your suitcase, and then you'll be on your way to NYC to stay with your boyfriend, Keith, and his parents for Christmas. You've never met them, but he's told you that they have a large, luxurious apartment with a pool--which sounds awesome, but intimidating.
Anyway.
Keith, the lucky son of a gun, has already flown out. (He's a creative writing major. His exams consist of writing poems about his childhood and writing essays about the meaning of life.)
You pause in the hallway (which is empty--almost everyone else has finished exams and gotten the heck out of here.) Like every college dorm room in every movie ever, there's a whiteboard on your door.
Now there's an "I Heart NY" magnet on there. The magnet holds a postcard with a photo of the Statue of Liberty. You're pretty sure it wasn't there when you left this morning.
> You take the postcard from the board.
In thick black Sharpie, it says
"Dear Clara,
If you leave, I'll go too. So I can kill you."
No exclamation point. Like it's a fact.
So, um...that happened. You aren't real big on taking risks...but then again, is this a risk or a weird joke?
> You why take chances? Stay and watch Netflix.
Why take chances? You were nervous about meeting his family anyway. You don't go.
Your boyfriend is mad at you for about a month afterward, and you start to regret how cowardly you were--both about the note and meeting his parents. You clearly don't have the capacity to think for yourself--and you're selfish.
In May, Keith gets a middle-management job at his dad's company, which was always the unspoken plan (though Keith told people at parties that he was an aspiring writer.) He moves to New York City, and you are so bent on redeeming yourself for not coming to see him at Christmas that you follow him out there without really considering that you aren't in love with him anymore.
A year later, you're engaged, and a year after that, you marry him. His father's company promotes him quickly (so quickly his colleagues secretly hate him).You have two kids. You suspect he's cheating, but you don't really think about it until he comes home just before your twentieth anniversary. He tells you he's in love with his secretary.
Goblins haunt your dreams.
After a two-year divorce battle over alimony and custody, you are angry, exhausted, and consumed with the need for vengeance. As the years go by, nothing much changes. You resent Keith for the way he controlled your life, but at this point you're too lazy to be proactive. This attitude remains basically unchanged until you die--which happens when you're an old woman, but jeez, what a pointless life. |
In thick black Sharpie, it says
"Dear Clara,
If you leave, I'll go too. So I can kill you."
No exclamation point. Like it's a fact.
So, um...that happened. You aren't real big on taking risks...but then again, is this a risk or a weird joke?
> You go anyway. It's obviously a joke.
Um, this is clearly a joke--and since you don't get it, it's probably for your roommate. Obviously you aren't going to screw up your holiday plans and waste the $900 ticket Keith generously got for you.
You finish packing. As you roll your suitcase down the deserted hallway, you see something disappearing around a corner: a figure about three feet tall, with green skin.
Should you follow it, or ignore your obviously delusional and sleep-deprived mind? |
You wake up, but meh. Who really cares?
You walk out of your chamber, the giant stone echoes with the sounds of your footsteps. As you exit the hall you gaze upon the worthless denizens of your humble abode.
They all wander around, asking you your opinions of things, but do you care? Meh, not really. Another sound catches your ears. And from out of some random chamber comes a short girl with orange hair.
"Ah, my cherry pie," you say as you kiss her on the forehead.
"Hey, you slept in pretty late!" She says.
"Meh."
"I'm going to go to Cystia today? Want to join me?" she asks.
"Meh."
"Meh?" she asks.
"Might stay in Discordina today."
"Why?"
"Eh, don't feel like it."
As you continue on, you see more and more people and things you do not care about at all. Eventually, you make your way down the hall to one of your favorite rooms.
The whirring and clanking of machinery and other things is like music to your ears. But that's not all. Ahead, someone covered in scales stands in front of a large machine. Large and with plenty of metal tubes, each with green liquid running through them. It is through this invention, and with the help of this green magical essence, you can alter reality itself. It's called the Deviner, the greatest invention to ever exist.
You step forward to plug yourself in, the large needle like object about to prick through your forehead. But as you do so, you don't feel the rush of the running green liquid. In fact all you hear is an odd clunking and churning sound.
Nothing happens, and you frown.
"Damn it!" The scaly dragon man says, "I think something is busted."
You rip the needle out and let it dangle where it sits. The machinery itself seems to have broken down, collapsed and laying defunct. The dragon man starts gathering pieces of what machinery he can. Before you can do anything, he stops you.
"I'll work in this stuff, you should go to Cystia and find some of those magic crystals."
"Why?" you ask.
"Not only did the machinery break, it seems the magic crystal over charged, and sent a surge of magic throughout the liquid. So it broke down the weaker parts of the Deviner."
You sigh, one of the few things you gave a shit about.
You walk down the worthless halls, pass all the worthless people, and finally reach one of the worthless carriages. It seems several of them have taken off anyway.
As you sit down, you slump into the comfy seat you had installed in the carriage. The worthless guy driving it flicks the reigns, causing the worthless horses to go forward.
> You destination
You finally arrive to the bustling land known as Cystia! As you drive through the wild lands, you see several guards in armor patrolling along the roads.
These stone roads must be new. Ahead you see three of the guards chasing some furry creature, landing several arrows in its back as it finally goes down. The guards stand in the middle of the road, one steps forward and raises a hand. The carriage grinds to a halt.
You look the window as a guard briskly approaches.
"The roads are dangerous, you shouldn't be traveling alone."
"Meh," you shrug your shoulders.
The guard sighs, his tired eyes looking blank for a few moments.
"The beast folk roam these lands," he says, "at least allow a couple of our guards to travel with you."
You shrug your shoulders, and the guard orders two of his underlings to join you in the carriage.
The ride is uneventful, although there are a few minor sights to see along the way.
> You town
It is about noon by the time the carriage reaches the gates of the civilized lands of Cystia. A few shouts from the guards over the walls, and the heavy wood and iron gates creak open. The carriage pulls up to a wooden…shack, where a couple of dirty peasants come out to take care of the horses.
You step out of the carriage, and take a look around. Hopefully some crystals should be somewhere in Cystia…if not you're going to have to make a hike to a very powerful magic users place. Not that you can get in there, but you'd have to try.
You have to try and figure something out, otherwise you'll never be able to use the Diviner again!
You go to look around that all this portion of Cystia has to offer. Now where could those magic crystals be?
> You lair
A feeling of intense dread fills you up, making you feel not so warm inside. You're last trip to this place was….interesting. After getting painfully banished you decided to ignore the place and just continue on business as usual.
But you NEED to get these crystals, otherwise what will become of your place in Discorina?
It takes hours, but eventually you make your way past the main city, and through the dirt road. Ahead, the large and dark castle looms over head. The ashy clouds spewing a host of rain and lightning strikes viciously at the ground. The stone walls surrounding the castle appear foreboding, several small watchtowers dot the wall.
Dark spires stretching upward, the metal spikes on top of them catching some of the lightning bolts. As you near the wall, you swear you hear something turning and whirring from deep within the castle, amidst the sound of the storm.
Shivering and trembling you jog over to the castle, hoping you can get what you're looking for, and maybe a place to warm up.
The large wooden gate appears to be shut, you didn't expect it to just be wide open though. You grab the rope on the side and pull it with all of your might. The large bell connected to it rings out its horrid tune.
As you stand, soaked and cold, the door slowly opens but just a bit. Taking a step forward you squint at the opening.
"Who's there?" a voice says, "Ford? Is that you?"
"Yep," you say.
"Ha, you know you're not allowed here."
"I'm just here for some magic crystals…nothing else," you say.
"I think that would be going against the rules…remember what happened last time you were here?"
"Can you at least let me in from the cold, please," you say, "wouldn't it be nice?"
The door opens more, and the source of the voice steps out. A tall man, hair shaved and clean shaven, he smiles. But there is something else to that smile, it's not exactly coming from a place of hospitality.
"Sure," he chuckles, "this should be interesting."
"Thanks," you say as you walk past him.
You enter the tunnel that eventually leads to the door…which you find to be open. Walking in like you own the place, you take a look around. The large keep appears empty…as far as you can tell.
The winds of the storm buffets against the castle, it almost obscures the sound of your soft steps as you traverse across the large keep.
Wandering down the halls, you stop suddenly as you hear something.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Shrugging your shoulders you continue, must have just been your imagination.
The halls twist and wind, and you feel as lost as ever. How did you ever navigate this place in the short time you had spent here?
That darn Sorceress must be around here somewhere, she must have some magic crystals. But where could she be?
> You spire
You start with the most obvious place, the spire that she lives in. As you pass a few rooms, you hear a strange sound coming from one of them…meh. You continue on, not caring about what is very likely one of the many strange noises you will be hearing tonight.
After going up several sets of stairs, you come to one that narrows and….spirals as you go up it. After several minutes you find yourself at the top, amidst a huge library. You walk through the place, eerily quiet.
"Ax…Ax!" you shout.
Nothing. Eventually you find a bed, a desk, and some table meant to magic things or whatever it is she does. Having no interest in anything that could be stashed in here, you continue on your way.
Where else could you look? |
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