Post by stitchedskull on May 11, 2006 18:41:29 GMT -5
This section brings up religion. It will have its role throughout the rest of the story. It isn’t meant in any offence. I am an Atheist, and don’t believe in it myself, but it takes part in this story, more to get my idea across to a broader range of people than to question religion in itself. But… take it how you will.
It also is a bit slower that the last two posts.
Part 3- Dinner
It also is a bit slower that the last two posts.
Part 3- Dinner
-Mina’s POV-
Was I alive? Was I even awake? I didn’t know how long I walked in that dark forest, but I walked, and not once did I stop. My trance was broken by horrible screams, far away. I could hardly hear them, but the fear in my mind made it so much worse. Adrenaline swelled my veins and I screamed. Running, my legs quickly gave in and I sunk into a bed of mud and dead leaves. My sobs went unheard, no one would save me. I would go mad, or hopefully perish in the unforgiving hands of nature. Still covered in blood and small flecks of meat, the leaves clung to me as I rolled onto my back, howling to the heavens for help. Flooded with desperation, I know not what to do. All I wanted to do was to go home. Be safe, feel safe, and warm. If that was too much to ask, then let this mud suffocate me so I can stop the screaming.
Minuets went by, maybe hours, of sheer insanity. Crying and talking to myself, I gave in. The earth would not take my life now. Perhaps it was that I was meant to live. Meant to hunt them down, and kill those bastards. Kill them for what they did to me and so many others before me and after me. My heart went cold, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever go back. No, not anymore. I wouldn’t be soft and loving again. That’s what brought be here. That’s what ruined everything for me. My heart wont be left gaping for people to prod and examine when they wish, expect me not to feel it. I would not send words of praise to God again. For he is just as sick as Lucifer for creating a race that could do that do each other, and make them divine and powerful. There was no God, only a Hell, and it was right here, in this f**king forest. And that house was its throne room.
I stood, muddy and itchy from the dried blood, and stumbled on. Perhaps actually off, but I went somewhere. Nowhere I knew, but I went somewhere.
-Rellik’s POV-
“We’ll be having a big dinner tonight.” I said, standing and stepping from the cage. “So will the dogs.”
I leaned over Mike’s body and nudged it with the toe of my boot. Yep, sucker was dead. Well, I’d be more surprised if he wasn’t. His face was gone, was most of his innards, now, he was just bone and scraps of flesh. Standing straight again, I glanced about Slar’s room. As simple as it was, it was horrifying. I could see any mortal going mad inside. How Slar stayed in here day after day, I did not know. The walls had been a pale cement, but were darkening from the age and dirt that had never been cleaned. Wet streaks started wide at the ceiling, winding down into points as it reached the bottom of the wall. It was a small room, but very tall, and quite empty. Just the cabinets decorated it, and the counter along two walls perpendicular to the door, parallel to each other. And in the center, was the shrine to pain. A roll table to instruments, and a metal bed. That was all, and it was perfect. I smirked, letting my eyes scroll over each detail of the walls and concrete flooring, dark and moist. It slopped down to a drain in the corner, that was currently humming with the blood that trickling down it. My eyes stopped on the rotting carcass in the other room.
“I thought I told you to get rid of that.” I said to Slar, my eyes still on the body. I walked towards it slowly.
“You did.” I heard him say as I squatted next to it. I rolled it to it’s back. The smell that emitted from it when it was moved was terrible. Looking at the swollen face, I shook my head.
“Yeah? Why didn’t you?”
“Because Mike was in here. He didn’t like it.”
“Ah.” I looked at Slar from over my shoulder, then to the body. “You’d still eat it I think.” I looked back at Slar.
“Yeah? Smells bad.” He said as he walked up behind me, lowering next to me to study the thing. “Too far gone.” He said, prodding its stomach.
“Naw. You’ve eaten worse.”
“Yeah… but I don’t have to know.”
“Sure you do.”
“No…. I don’t.” He gave me a weird look.
“We need to get ride of it.”
“Feed it to the dogs.”
“Dogs aren’t stupid.”
Slar simply glared at me and my grin. “You eat it.”
“I’m not the one who ate road kill crow.”
“I was hungry.”
“So was I. And I had deer.”
“Crow was easier.”
I shrugged. “Alright. Then you can burry him.”
“Why?”
“Because you wont eat him.” I stood. “Six feet… err… back in the deep woods.”
“What?” He snapped. “No!”
“Then eat him.” I snarled.
Slar glared up at me and shook his head.
I lifted my knee sharply and drove the bottom of my foot against his chest. He yelled and scrambled away from the force. But it hit him hard and he was spewn to his back, winded and struggling. I stepped on his chest, pressing down. Slar growled, grabbing my calf and biting into sharply. I kicked his side, and he let go. Then, I kneeled next to him.
“Burry the bastard.”
He sighed and gave in. Sitting up stiffly, he nodded. “Six feet?” He whined.
“Seven if you keep complaining. Now.” I helped him stand, then we walked to the door. Going down a flight for stairs, we entered a relatively normal house layout. One bedroom, a small kitchen, living room, and a bathroom. Walking through the living room, I went to the door, and exited on a small porch. Taking another flight of stairs, we came to the ground, covered in fallen pines and a light snow.
“Why don’t you have it?” I asked Slar as I approached the dumpster. Throwing the lid back, several flies flew out.
“I was gonna help you carry them…”
“We need to get a freezer.” I muttered.
“Yeah…” Slar approached me.
“Get the body. I don’t need help.” I heard him sigh as I climbed into the dumpster, removing my coat before I picked up a carcass.
“Fine… I’ll eat it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t want to burry it. We already have so many out there.”
“What’s one more gonna do?”
“Nothing I guess… still… I don’t want to burry it.”
“Alright.” I picked up one of the older bodies and tossed it to Slar, then grabbed another and climbed out. Throwing it over my shoulder, I took my coat and closed the lid. “Upstairs.” I said, nudging the other towards the house.
Was I alive? Was I even awake? I didn’t know how long I walked in that dark forest, but I walked, and not once did I stop. My trance was broken by horrible screams, far away. I could hardly hear them, but the fear in my mind made it so much worse. Adrenaline swelled my veins and I screamed. Running, my legs quickly gave in and I sunk into a bed of mud and dead leaves. My sobs went unheard, no one would save me. I would go mad, or hopefully perish in the unforgiving hands of nature. Still covered in blood and small flecks of meat, the leaves clung to me as I rolled onto my back, howling to the heavens for help. Flooded with desperation, I know not what to do. All I wanted to do was to go home. Be safe, feel safe, and warm. If that was too much to ask, then let this mud suffocate me so I can stop the screaming.
Minuets went by, maybe hours, of sheer insanity. Crying and talking to myself, I gave in. The earth would not take my life now. Perhaps it was that I was meant to live. Meant to hunt them down, and kill those bastards. Kill them for what they did to me and so many others before me and after me. My heart went cold, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever go back. No, not anymore. I wouldn’t be soft and loving again. That’s what brought be here. That’s what ruined everything for me. My heart wont be left gaping for people to prod and examine when they wish, expect me not to feel it. I would not send words of praise to God again. For he is just as sick as Lucifer for creating a race that could do that do each other, and make them divine and powerful. There was no God, only a Hell, and it was right here, in this f**king forest. And that house was its throne room.
I stood, muddy and itchy from the dried blood, and stumbled on. Perhaps actually off, but I went somewhere. Nowhere I knew, but I went somewhere.
-Rellik’s POV-
“We’ll be having a big dinner tonight.” I said, standing and stepping from the cage. “So will the dogs.”
I leaned over Mike’s body and nudged it with the toe of my boot. Yep, sucker was dead. Well, I’d be more surprised if he wasn’t. His face was gone, was most of his innards, now, he was just bone and scraps of flesh. Standing straight again, I glanced about Slar’s room. As simple as it was, it was horrifying. I could see any mortal going mad inside. How Slar stayed in here day after day, I did not know. The walls had been a pale cement, but were darkening from the age and dirt that had never been cleaned. Wet streaks started wide at the ceiling, winding down into points as it reached the bottom of the wall. It was a small room, but very tall, and quite empty. Just the cabinets decorated it, and the counter along two walls perpendicular to the door, parallel to each other. And in the center, was the shrine to pain. A roll table to instruments, and a metal bed. That was all, and it was perfect. I smirked, letting my eyes scroll over each detail of the walls and concrete flooring, dark and moist. It slopped down to a drain in the corner, that was currently humming with the blood that trickling down it. My eyes stopped on the rotting carcass in the other room.
“I thought I told you to get rid of that.” I said to Slar, my eyes still on the body. I walked towards it slowly.
“You did.” I heard him say as I squatted next to it. I rolled it to it’s back. The smell that emitted from it when it was moved was terrible. Looking at the swollen face, I shook my head.
“Yeah? Why didn’t you?”
“Because Mike was in here. He didn’t like it.”
“Ah.” I looked at Slar from over my shoulder, then to the body. “You’d still eat it I think.” I looked back at Slar.
“Yeah? Smells bad.” He said as he walked up behind me, lowering next to me to study the thing. “Too far gone.” He said, prodding its stomach.
“Naw. You’ve eaten worse.”
“Yeah… but I don’t have to know.”
“Sure you do.”
“No…. I don’t.” He gave me a weird look.
“We need to get ride of it.”
“Feed it to the dogs.”
“Dogs aren’t stupid.”
Slar simply glared at me and my grin. “You eat it.”
“I’m not the one who ate road kill crow.”
“I was hungry.”
“So was I. And I had deer.”
“Crow was easier.”
I shrugged. “Alright. Then you can burry him.”
“Why?”
“Because you wont eat him.” I stood. “Six feet… err… back in the deep woods.”
“What?” He snapped. “No!”
“Then eat him.” I snarled.
Slar glared up at me and shook his head.
I lifted my knee sharply and drove the bottom of my foot against his chest. He yelled and scrambled away from the force. But it hit him hard and he was spewn to his back, winded and struggling. I stepped on his chest, pressing down. Slar growled, grabbing my calf and biting into sharply. I kicked his side, and he let go. Then, I kneeled next to him.
“Burry the bastard.”
He sighed and gave in. Sitting up stiffly, he nodded. “Six feet?” He whined.
“Seven if you keep complaining. Now.” I helped him stand, then we walked to the door. Going down a flight for stairs, we entered a relatively normal house layout. One bedroom, a small kitchen, living room, and a bathroom. Walking through the living room, I went to the door, and exited on a small porch. Taking another flight of stairs, we came to the ground, covered in fallen pines and a light snow.
“Why don’t you have it?” I asked Slar as I approached the dumpster. Throwing the lid back, several flies flew out.
“I was gonna help you carry them…”
“We need to get a freezer.” I muttered.
“Yeah…” Slar approached me.
“Get the body. I don’t need help.” I heard him sigh as I climbed into the dumpster, removing my coat before I picked up a carcass.
“Fine… I’ll eat it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t want to burry it. We already have so many out there.”
“What’s one more gonna do?”
“Nothing I guess… still… I don’t want to burry it.”
“Alright.” I picked up one of the older bodies and tossed it to Slar, then grabbed another and climbed out. Throwing it over my shoulder, I took my coat and closed the lid. “Upstairs.” I said, nudging the other towards the house.
It's good though. Just VERY detailed. And for reason i wanna keep reading. Rawr. MANIPULATOR! -pokes-
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