Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By
Adamski Fleetwood
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BROKEN
By Adam Fleetwood
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Winters cold
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The Eden Project
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meet the people for it. She had thought
about moving away to California to
chase Hollywood but she had a job and
a boyfriend and had it better than a lot
of people. She worked in the library as
an assistant manager. Seven years
between lines of books earns you a title
and a fair pay check but wore on the
soul.
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gaze. When he didnt she nudged him
with her chin.
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expected him to up and leave, escape a
life tied down, a life that she thought he
would run a mile from. Ray said
nothing. He had stopped breathing, his
chest no longer rising and falling
beneath her sleek, auburn head. She
looked up, dreading the worst. He was
half smiling.
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to work an hour early but resolved to put
the blunder to good use, to sweeten up
her boss. Obviously the request for
maternity leave was a little above him.
He snorted derisively and looked up at
her. He was an ugly, humourless man.
His wife had left him a few years ago on
account of nothing ever being fun.
Everything was a cold, calculated effort
in the world of Peterson. He was a
planner and took everything seriously
for fear that the routine; the loop would
be broken.
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As if there were any to soak up at the
moment anyway.
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She pushed the door and it swung back
lazily. The room was bright pink and
green, a garish mix. Sofas and beanbags
lined the walls, lava lamps sat on
surfaces and posters for Jaws and Laurel
and Hardy hung from any available wall
space. The loose, gritty chords of Oasis
blasted from the stereo in the corner.
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She reached down, propped his
chin up on her hands and kissed him.
His tears were salty on her lips. This
was a rare moment of vulnerability for
him, usually the tough guy out of the
group. He had grown up exceptionally
tall and as a result had never received
even half of the verbal abuse that Sadie
bad. He had been on all of the football,
baseball and hockey teams. He had
made the right friends and befriended
the right enemies. He never cried or
even really let anything out. It wasnt
that he was a closed person; merely that
he wasnt too bothered by the worlds
problems. Mr. Happy go lucky.
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clasped over sleeping mouths, blades cut
sleeping throats.
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the Palmers house, smoke billowing
into the night sky. Mr. and Mrs. Palmer
were at the window screaming for help.
Hulking, black figures mingled with the
crowd. People fell under hails of bullets,
tripping over the corpses of people she
had known for as long as theyd lived
there. Ray was at her side, his hand in
the small of her back.
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He retrieved his keys from the bowl by
the fridge and thrust one into the lock.
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before her. She let herself drop to the
lawn below, careful to take the fall with
her legs to avoid a knock to the baby in
her womb.
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Myelin screamed, tears flowing down
her cheeks. She could see the bones in
her legs and it made her sick to her
stomach but the now unbearable pain
dwarfed the nausea. The sheets were
slick with her blood. She felt as though
she was going to pass out but every time
the relief came the man dug her with his
knife again.
Where is he?
Any children?
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The plan failed. Ray felt the
wind against his face before he realized
that he was flying. His head was a few
seconds behind his body and when he
collided with a rabbit hutch and
splintered it beneath him he felt barely
anything. The miniscule, white animals
spilled onto the lawn and scattered in all
directions, their quivering noses taking
in the smell of fire and death.
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There was more of the soldier
left than there were of the Williams but
he was definitely dead. No man, no
matter how armoured, could survive
with half a ribcage. Ray retrieved his
blade from the corpse and grabbed
Sadie. He was still woozy from the blow
to the temple and as he swallowed, his
tongue like sandpaper, he thought he
could feel a fragment of a tooth slide
past his Adams apple.
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Number 143 made sure to hit softer than
he had with the girls mother. Perhaps
he had hit a little hard before. Her
corpse lay on the sofa downstairs, her
face a bloody, destroyed mess. The sub
objective was to keep as many civilians
alive as possible, accommodating for
potential escapees and problematic
individuals. He could see that the father
would have made a problem of himself
so after breaking his knee with one
quick foot thrust he had found some
duct tape in a drawer and done what
needed to be done.
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Her crying rang out in the street
and he recognized it as a sign of
discomfort. He could vaguely remember
what that felt like.
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The heavy wooden doors of the library
creaked open. The gunfire and
explosions outside were deafening. He
thanked god for the rock bottom crime
rate in Point Pleasant. As a result there
was no need to lock doors when night
fell. The chaos outside reminded him of
the trenches, the suffering of others
bringing out beads of sweat. Or maybe it
was just heat from the fires burning all
over town.
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Thank god she had moved to DC all
those years ago.
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discomfort to add to the ever-growing
pile.
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had seen mummy and daddy on the sofa
when she was being dragged outside. At
first she had thought they were watching
TV. Then she had seen the blood. Her
dad had the thick, silver tape stuff over
his nose and mouth.
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Do it for our child, Sade. You
need to get help. Ill be okay, trust me
Im not spent yet. Ill stay here so the
guards dont get suspicious. If they see
one of us theyll probably assume were
both here.
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crush the baby. The door was three feet
away, two, and one.
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wanted them alive then what the hell
for?
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getting redder and redder just like her
fathers. She looked to about fourteen,
tall and pretty, her blonde tousles
bouncing as she ran. She would have
grown up to be something special. Now
she wouldnt grow up at all. She was
merely a speck in the distance but her
agonized, terrified cries still met their
ears. Ray flinched as bullets flew. The
speck in the distance fell, dead. Two of
the soldiers broke from the circle, one to
retrieve the body and one to gun down
any more potential escapees. The body
would be added to the ever-growing
pile, which Ray guessed would be
burned.
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least two hundred faces were missing.
She adjusted her position slightly to get
a better line of sight. When she still
couldnt pick Ray out she began to cry.
What if he had been killed and was a
part of the twenty-foot pile of corpses?
Even if he was dead she needed to find
his body. She couldnt just let him be
burned with the rest. He deserved a
proper burial.
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thud. If it worked properly it would
grant him at least some stealth.
The kickback would almost
certainly break his old ribs so he
positioned the firearms stand over the
edge of the building. The lip of the roof
would absorb the recoil. He took aim,
setting his sights on one of the soldiers
in an upstairs window of the Petersons
house; he counted down from three,
steadying himself.
Three two
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the wailing was the soldier screaming
for help.
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It took a bite of the tongue to keep her
from calling out to him.
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They say theyll burn Mrs.
Teller if you dont come out Sade Ray
shouted, a meaningful look in his eye.
He remained composed, his gaze
strafing across the shop fronts on her
side of the street. He was deliberately
avoiding revealing her position and at
the same time subtly shaking his head.
She noticed the gesture and stayed put.
The soldier who had tied the rope struck
a match. Mrs. Teller whimpered
pathetically as she hung limply, her
hands dangling almost to the floor.
Sadie moved away from the
window. She knew she should go to
Ray, to follow the soldiers order but
what was stopping them from killing her
as soon as she stepped outside? She
needed to keep the situation in
equilibrium, to think a way out.
Dont come out Sadie; dont
give them what they want!
The soldier tossed the match
lazily at Mrs. Teller and she burst into
flame. A scream like Sadie had never
heard before cut a gaping hole in the
midday tranquility. Her hair burned
away in seconds. She writhed like a fish
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on a hook, screeching in agony. Smoke
began to rise from her burning form.
Sadie couldnt take it. Her heart
thudded in her chest. She hadnt been
given time to think a way out, if there
was one at all. The invaders were done
playing games. She ran for the stairs,
fingers in her ears.
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The men were burning a few
more of the houses as an insurance
policy. If there were anyone left alive
they would die from smoke inhalation or
spreading fire if the weather permitted.
He struck a match and tossed it onto the
twenty-foot pile of corpses, having
doused it with gasoline previously. He
couldnt feel the heat through his suit
and regretted it a little. It had been such
a long time since he had felt much at all.
Smoke clouded his vision as he watched
six of his men herd people onto the
black helicopters in their twenties.
Maybe they had killed too many. His
superiors would punish him severely if
that were the case. No emotion
accompanied the thought.
He approached the back of the
last queue where the little girl stood. He
could see now that he had broken her
nose. At least she wasnt dead. He
grabbed her by the shoulder and swung
her around. She didnt whimper or cry.
Surprising. He pushed her to the ground
by her chest and clambered into the
whirlybird. Dust and fragments of brick
flew in all directions as the propellers
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picked up speed, ready to take off.
There was no point taking her with
them, she would be of no use to the
general. The sound of the helicopter
taking off must have been deafening to
her, but #143s helmet cut the
frequency, dampening it. Her hair
billowed as she watched the aircraft rise
into the sky, a condemning look on her
bloodied face.
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Is the baby okay? he
whispered. She shrugged her shoulders
feebly.
Are you okay?
She huddled closer, resting her
head on his shoulder.
Where do you think they are
taking us?
Ray pondered for a moment I
couldnt say but I wont lie, I have a
feeling it cant be good.
My hands are tied.
They are.
Im scared.
Me too Ray replied
hopelessly. He kissed her cheekbone
softly, finding it effortlessly in the dark.
After years together they knew each
others nooks and crannies like they
knew their own. He rested his hand on
her stomach reassuringly. A strange
warmth made his palm tingle.
They slept, their heavy
breathing mixing with the low hum of
the choppers propellers.
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They woke suddenly as the helicopter
shuddered to a halt. The whir of the
propellers died to a low thud thud thud
and then stopped. The door was thrown
open, the light causing them to blink
feverishly. In the doorway stood one of
the soldiers.
Out he rasped.
The captives obeyed his order.
Ray heaved himself up and helped Sadie
to her feet.
It was goof to feel the ground
beneath their feet once more. Rays
stomach was beginning to settle. They
were on a lush mountain outcrop
surrounded by huge black pines, birches
and oaks which cast the plateau into
deep, grim shadow. Security cameras
swiveled on many of them, surveying
every leaf and blade of grass, every
movement of the captive group and their
wardens.
More of the soldiers paced the
cliff edge armed with sniper rifles to
pick off anyone who should approach.
As a child he had always been told to
avoid the mountains but had always
assumed it was for fear that he would
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get lost. Had his parents known about
this place?
A gravel path cut a strip through
the wood chip ground leading down
from the heli pad to an aperture in the
rock. The soldier at the head of the line
removed a small device resembling a
USB memory stick from the side of his
helmet and plugged it into a console to
the side of the door. After a few seconds
the door slid open and the soldier
retrieved the device. Before them was a
pitch-black tunnel leading in a sharp
incline into the rock face.
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She was dragged from the floor
by her auburn hair and forced violently
towards an ornate stone staircase
descending further into the mountain.
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The door flew open and banged
against the wall making them jump. The
soldier who had done his best to murder
their child stood in the doorway,
grinning sardonically.
The general wants to see you.
Both of you.
Sadie and Ray lifted themselves
from the solid bench and approached the
behemoth in the doorway. He drew a
cruel blaze from his belt and cut Sadies
ties.
Dont try anything silly now.
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Sadie tugged her right arm. The
strap was looser than the others. The
doctor let out a high pitched, feminine
laugh as he caressed her again, worming
his index finger under the band of her
knickers. He leant over her and she felt
a small, stubby erection brush against
her thigh.
She tugged again and her hand
slipped a little further out of the strap.
Obviously the soldiers had expected the
doctor to get it over and done with. His
breath stank of rotten teeth as his tongue
played across her cheek. His hand sank
further into her underwear, his fingers
probing her labia.
Her hand came free. She sat as
upright as she could and took what little
hair he had in her fingers, pulling his
head back. She sank her teeth into the
ruffled skin of his neck and shook her
head like a dog, growling ferally. Hot,
metallic liquid poured onto her face and
into her mouth. She ignored the awful
taste and bit again, going for the jugular.
Her teeth clasped around something
stringy and she bit down hard, pulling
away and tearing flesh. A sharp pain
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washed over her back and she realized
he had sunk his scalpel into her. The
pain became rage and she went in for
another bite but he fell to the floor
before her teeth reached his throat. As
he hit the tiles blood spurted towards the
roof like a Roman candle.
She wasted no time in undoing
the straps. She spat blood onto the floor,
expelling the last remnants of the
disgusting man from her body. She
reached behind herself and wrenched
the scalpel from her own flesh. She
cried out in agony as fresh blood spilled.
She gave the dying doctor one last kick
before heading for the door.
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Snave grinned through a plume of
smoke as he watched Ray creep past
camera 76B. How he had escaped was a
mystery but if he thought he could take
Fort Knox with a slingshot he was very
much mistaken. It wouldnt even be a
hunt, finding and killing this man.
It looked like he was heading
for the labs. Chances were he was trying
to find the girl. Any sensible man would
have left her there and saved himself,
but romance did crazy things to people.
He thanked the havens above that he
wasnt hampered by such clichs of the
psyche.
He cut to camera 85B, which
was stationed outside lab two. Pleasure
turned to unease and anger as the image
flickered into life. He had no men
stationed there, only that wet Dr. Jonas.
A stupid mistake. He rarely made
mistakes, not since serving time in
Nam. The mistake he had made there
nearly cost him his life. He hurled his
bourbon glass at the wall and it
exploded in a shower of glass and
liquid. He wrenched open the desk
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drawer and retrieved his best friend, his
Colt .47. His father had given it to him
when he turned eighteen back home in
Edinburgh. So far it had thirty-seven
lives to its name. As he rushed out into
the hallway he barked a command into
his walkie-talkie.
Number eight has gotten out. I
want all of you to kill him on sight.
Shoot the bastard dead!
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Sadie had never been a runner. On track
she was merely average. She went under
the philosophy that you should only ever
run if you were on fire or being chased
and at the moment she was neither. But
right now she could have beaten the
best.
Her breath tore at her throat.
Cold hands grasped her lungs and
squeezed. She would stop at nothing. A
deafening boom sent dust and debris
sifting down from the roof. She dodged
rocks as fire bloomed like a sunset in the
tunnel behind her. Ahead of her was
daylight and behind her death. This was
it, the end. She burst through a crevice
in the rock and tore into the underbrush,
kicking up dirt. She stopped to look
back at the mountain as the chud chud
chud of helicopter propellers rose
above the din. The top of the rock face
exploded and fire engulfed the
whirlybirds, hurling them into the sky.
Flames belched from the passage behind
her. It was almost like a volcanic
eruption as an avalanche of rock and
wood cascaded after her.
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Dozens of black figures sprinted
through the brush after her. Bullets blew
tree trunks apart. Angered shouting and
screams of pain echoed down the
mountain. The flaming, blackened
carcass of a helicopter smashed through
the trees close by and continued to
barrel through the woods spitting flame
in all directions. She was soaked with
her own blood as twigs and branches cut
cruel gashes in her flesh.
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The old Toyota bounced over pothole
after pothole shaking the red cap from
Wallys head. He cursed the lax attitude
the town took to repairing these old
back roads.
He couldnt wait to see Myelin.
A week at his sisters was all well and
good but he was damned if he didnt
miss his comfort zone by the end of it. A
nice beer, a bacon sandwich and Sport
Center with his wife and hed be home.
He passed the oldest oak in a hundred
miles and knew he was back on his own
land. He shifted the car into second and
depressed the accelerator.
The car roared across the crest
of the hill and his mouth fell open at
seeing the devastation below. The town
was in ruins.
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FAMILY
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GODESS
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He had just the right amount of stubble,
just enough to tickle my chin as I kissed
him.
I kissed him pretty quickly; I
guess the cosmos and shots may have
played a part in that. His breath tasted of
alcohol and cigarettes but I didnt care.
Just feeling him against my skin was
enough.
He opened up to me. He told me
that he always kept a knife under the top
mattress of his bed, in case of burglars.
Even back then I somehow knew I
should remember that. It scared me a
little, the thought that this man was
willing to hurt people. But in equal
measure i could feel my vagina growing
wet. Then he took me. He made
everything melt away in seconds. He
made the mental fat just drip off of me.
In that one drunken moment he made
everything just...
Theres an old saying: if you
kill a cow, youve got to make a burger.
Thats what he made out of me. He
turned what I was, a beautiful, bovine,
drunken creature, into meat.
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And I loved it. It didnt matter
that I didnt know his name. He turned
my body into a sexual, no, a sensual
shrine. His tongue was beautiful against
my skin, like petals floating on the pond
in a Japanese garden. I felt like the
untouched geisha who had defied all of
the laws of her existence. I felt
rebellious, sexual and utterly lost.
My head cracked into the door
frame as he led me over the threshold. It
hurt but we laughed about it. His
bedroom smelled of opium incense.
Once we hit the bed I took him in my
mouth, my pussy, even my ass. I loved
him. All I wanted to do was please his
basic desire. When I took him in my
mouth he groaned with pleasure, his
back arching in a fit of ecstasy.
I climbed on top of him and
took his warmth inside my most
intimate places. I screamed with
pleasure at every second and so did he,
recreating the throbbing of the sea with
his every movement. It was wholesome,
fulfilling, and perfect. It was heaven.
Then he punched me.
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I can remember my nose
exploding with blood, the pain and the
tears coming almost a second too late,
sort of like a delayed reaction. I can
remember flopping back onto the
covers, stunned, like a fish with a hook
through its lip. Then he punched me
again. This time in the place that had
felt so perfect just seconds before.
I have had time to think of these
things. Time to think about everything.
Time to hate him for everything.
My master.
I woke up shackled to a metal
chair. I tried my best to move my hands
and feet but I was bound. My hands had
a good inch of pull before the chains
took over and my feet... my feet were
strapped to the legs of the chair, metal
bands holding them tight to the metal
chair legs, the hinges polished iron.
I guess he must have knocked
me out. I was in total darkness. I
couldnt see even a foot in front of me.
That was when I first smelt the damp,
cloying, awful smell. I would soon come
to call this smell my friend. I would
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soon come to call this smell comfort,
safety and even...
... Home.
I dont know how long I sat in
the dark for. Then I pissed myself, I
couldnt hold it any longer. He fed me.
He fed me some celery I think. And
some meat. The texture told me it was
something like pork. I ate readily even
though I tasted my own tears with every
mouthful. I knew back then that I would
need to conserve every breath, every bit
of energy, if I was ever going to break
my shackles.
This place became my home.
God knows how long I spent in that
darkness and trust me, it was darkness. I
screamed. I screamed for my mother. I
screamed for her more than anything. I
can remember her smell, a subtle
lavender scent. Her warmth never meant
so much as it did when I knew; deep
down, that I would never feel it again.
Call it future sight, a sixth sense, call it
what you will but I felt it.
I knew that this was my new
home. I pled and I even taunted. I called
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him a limp-dicked cunt once. I can
remember my voice echoing slightly.
After this I knew that I was in a fairly
small room. I counted every second,
every minute. And that was when the
beatings started.
His first blow hit my cheek.
That hurt, but not so much. His second
blow hit me right in the nose. It was
already broken but it bled a lot. Then he
punched me in the ribs, the kidneys, the
throat. That was the worst one, the
throat. I couldnt breathe properly for a
while, about three... no... Four... days. I
get confused when its always dark. Its
always night in the dark. When the evil
things creep out.
The straps fastened securely. I
could feel it, hear the leather scrape
against the buckles. I didnt fight, I
could barely move. I could feel my own
breath on my face. Heat, my own breath,
worse than the chair. My head is so
heavy with the weight of the box. I cant
move. I cant breathe. I havent been
able to see. And thats when he started
to cut my legs.
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The cunt is snoring, just like he
used to. As if its the best sleep hes
ever had. As if he doesnt even
remember me, even though Im here in
the basement. Or so he thinks.
I concentrate everything in my...
body isnt the word. Its something else,
something less frail. I concentrate so
hard. So hard that it hurts, I get that
cold feeling. The killing cold. I watch
him as he rolls onto his back and the
sigh of it gives me hope. And suddenly
the pillow becomes solid in my hands.
I tried to escape. He untied me
for a beating and I made a run for the
door. His hand shot out faster than
anything Ive ever seen. I still dont
know why hes doing this to me.
That was when he cut my foot
off. I never thought an axe could do the
job so quickly. I still feel the pain of it,
even though my foot isnt there
anymore. I can remember the sound, a
swift whip crack as the bone shattered
and my foot came away from my body.
I feel an ache half way down
my left shin, no, below my left shin.
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There is nothing. Only darkness. And
the ache. I miss my foot. It hurts so
much. Im not sure where my foot is
right now. He beat me, shackled me
back into my chair and left. He put the
box back on. He took my foot with him.
The revenge is...
I ate my foot. My left foot. He
boiled it, or so he told me. Made sure
the germs were all gone. I refused and
he stabbed me in the shoulder. I only
bled a little. I cried even less. I have run
out of tears. I ate every bit. And between
every bite there was a punch.
I always thought that child birth
would be the worst pain ever. I was
pregnant for the first three months in the
cellar. I had felt it, an all consuming
ache; sickness tore every morning and
well into the afternoons. The most
beautiful, endurable parasite.
I thought that until I had a
curling iron stuffed in my pussy. It was
turned on.
And then I knew it was dead.
...Best served cold.
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You want to know what killed
me. He left the door open.
Over the past few months he has
become a drunk. He has gotten more
and more sloppy. Ive heard arguing
upstairs. Ive heard him arguing with
what sounds like a womans voice.
I am going to do anything I can.
Anything I can to make sure that she
doesnt end up down here with me.
Perhaps he is capable of love,
affection... but I dont give a shit.
He has gotten more and more
sloppy. My teeth are all broken now.
Even my molars. I tried to chew my way
out of my prison. It has taken me... time
doesnt exist. It hasnt for a long time. I
have become thin enough to slip out of
my manacles. I havent been eating the
food he brings me. Ive left it for the rats
which have so often tried to nibble at
my foot. My hands slide freely from the
iron bands.
Its an effort but I stand up,
propping myself up on the arm of my
chair. Something I havent done in a
while. The door is open. The door to the
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cellar. I hopped slowly towards the
light, my legs... leg, almost failing me.
Im not spent yet. I have one last trick
up my sleeve, one last fantasy. My
trembling leg can somehow still
navigate stairs, with a little help from its
old friend, the banister.
I reach the hallway and oh... the
light, electric light. I can feel it on my
skin, like the fleas I have become
friends with over the last whatever yet
stronger, more clinical, more somehow
secure. All I want to do is to collapse
and bathe in it yet no.
I have a mission. My trial isnt
over yet.
I know it is his bedroom. I know
because I remember so vividly how it
looks, the smells, the opium scent and
the sex, the feeling of it all. The last
thing I ever saw.
The woman beside him is so
peaceful, so asleep. She even snores a
little. The ache in my legs is unbearable.
I remember the doorframe. I remember
my head hitting it as he carried me
through, almost as if we were married. I
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remember laughing about it. I remember
how he made me feel.
Special.
Perfect.
Malevolent.
I straddle him, careful not to put
too much weight on him. He is in a
drunken slumber. I hold the pillow just
right.
Fuck that.
I throw the pillow away.
I kiss his neck and he... it isnt
even a moan, more a grumble. He turns
his neck towards me, offering his flesh.
I kiss a little harder.
The cunt likes it rough.
I bite hard and deep. I dont
hesitate. I swallow.
I relish the taste of his blood
and I bite again.
This time I bite his cheek. His
flesh is warm, hot even. I bite and
swallow. I bite until I feel the sinewy
strings of his jugular as they catch on
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my teeth and pull and snap and more
and more blood sprays.
Somehow he doesnt struggle.
His veins burst under my teeth and hot
iron fills my mouth. His screams feel far
away, dreamlike. If I can kill this man,
what is left of my life will be complete.
It was the woman who attacked
me. She came out of nowhere and I
wasnt ready. I hadnt even seen her
leave the bed. She hit me with full force.
The floor felt surprisingly calm. It was a
good place to be. Punches rained down
on me, one or two landing in my eyes.
As my head started to feel more and
more like a ball of linen stuffing I
played my last card.
I guess she didnt want to be
saved.
I stuffed my hand between his
mattress and the springs and drew out
the eight inch kitchen knife. He made
that mistake long ago.
Trust.
I stuck it in her.
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Hard.
Right in her throat.
Sometimes youve got to care
about yourself more than someone
elses torture. I can see why she would
defend him. He spilled me some lies and
within one night made me his play toy.
Perhaps things were different with her,
perhaps he actually wanted her. Perhaps
shed even known about me.
I fucked her neck with the knife
like hed fucked me, hard and fast. I
stabbed again and again and then just
stopped stabbing, leaving the knife in
the wound and sawing back and forth,
the image of his purple headed tiny little
cock in my mind, the blood oozing, her
shivering in my arms as i fucked her and
i fucked her well, flesh now spooling
out of the wound, her head lolling left to
right in my arms as the last notes of her
life played a song, sad to her but joyous
to me.
I felt sorry for her for one second. Then
I looked down at where my foot used to
be. I slipped my fingers into my filthy,
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stained underwear and felt where my
softest, most private places used to be.
Blood sprayed all over me. I
basked in it. I watched her suffocate;
choking on gouts of blood which filled
her throat every second that I was
sawing her head from her shoulders. I
smoothed her into my skin. One life
lost, another sustained. She wore a
flattering pyjama set. I had hung naked.
I stuck her with the knife right in her
stupid, dying eye.
Numb.
Blood spray.
I bathed.
With a side of...
These days I make love to my
husband every night. I do it for the
comfort. I do it for the warmth. That
basement was so cold. We both love
every second of it. I make him happy
and that makes me happy. And he
pleases me too. He makes me feel like a
queen. He makes me feel like a goddess.
I bask in his scent, the feeling of his skin
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on mine. And if I bite and scratch hard
enough...
... I bask in his blood.
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GLOW
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DO YOU READ ME?
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Half a mile ahead you should reach the
crater, Apollo TS. Any visual on that?
The crater.
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Can you see any other landmarks,
Apollo?
Affirmative Apollo.
Affirmative, Apollo.
Proceed, Apollo.
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Thats classified information, Apollo
TS. All I can tell you is that we think
there may be tunnels down into the
moons surface scattered across the
landscape.
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Were almost at the hole now, about
fifty feet up. Well be there shortly. It
was a tough climb down, Echo.
Negative.
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Thats classified, just continue your
descent.
What is it Apollo?
Repeat, Apollo.
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My ropes just snapped or something,
Ive got my feet against one wall and
my back against the other side. Im
about thirty feet from the surface. Oh
god, I just looked down. Jesus Christ my
legs hurt.
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Describe what youre seeing Apollo.
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Apollo the signals dropping by the
second, i cant hear you. Apollo?
Apollo?
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Affirmative. How the hell could i
forget that? I think my camera may have
got a visual.
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Confirm that, Apollo. Their heads look
like a sting ray?
Absolutely, Apollo.
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You have to do this Apollo. This will
be the first physical contact between the
human race and extraterrestrial life.
Come in App...
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I cant breathe in this goddamn suit...
need to get to the shuttle...
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No. smaller, faster. I didnt really get a
good look Echo One.
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But, you cant just leave me... Echo?
Echo One? Hello... HELLO?
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AUTUMN
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BAR FLIES
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This girl was different. Her eyes
purposely avoided the men in the
Bahama bar, as if daring someone to
approach her. It just made her all the
sexier. Sure she was easy on the eyes.
An impressive rack just barely
concealed beneath a modest but tight-
fitting shirt. Long, shiny brunette hair
and legs that went on for days. None of
it compared, however, to the 'touch me
and you lose a hand' vibe coming off of
her. Now that was a turn on.
He considered buying her
another Cosmo but decided against it. A
woman like her wouldn't appreciate the
clich' and at any rate he didn't want to
waste the money on a rejection. He
stood up, adjusted his purposefully
undone bow tie (he was going for the
young George Clooney look tonight)
and approached her table.
"If I didn't know full well that
the only reason you've come over here is
because you think you've got a chance at
fucking my mouth, I might've found you
vaguely attractive."
British accent. Very sexy.
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"Scuse' me?" He replied, setting
down his half empty Jack and Coke and
falling into the only free leather arm
chair.
"You just want to pick up a
floozy tonight. Ive seen you in here
before, I know how you operate."
"I'm pretty sure I could pick up
a lovely little thing like you" he grinned,
mock-flexing his biceps. She sighed and
stared elsewhere, a look of disdain on
her face.
"So, you got a name, or should I
just call you beautiful?" He took a sip of
his Jack, his eyes following the delicate
curves of her legs.
"Joanne."
"Well its nice to meet you,
Joanne. I'm Larry."
"Perhaps you could try talking
to me in a way that doesn't spell tacky
romance flick?"
"Sure baby, whatever makes
you happy" he felt his cheeks flush. He
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didn't like this one bit. Bitch had him by
the balls.
"You want to fuck me, right?"
She leant towards him, gently biting her
bottom lip. His leg began to twitch
slightly as he felt to beginnings of a
hard-on. "Yes maam" was all he could
whisper.
I see you in here every Friday.
You buy the same drinks for the same
sort of girls and you always leave with
someone different. Can I ask you
something?" Her eyes locked him in
place. Much of the hostility had
disappeared, now replaced by a strange
look of fascination not unlike a child
scrutinising their first ant's nest. He
nodded, his head swimming.
"How can you act out the same
bullshit routine every week, fuck
someone and just kick them out the next
day? How do you call that 'having a
life'? I mean to say, do you know how
precious doing something meaningful
with your life is?"
All he could do was stare at her,
speechless. He was vaguely aware of his
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butt cheeks clenching and releasing
rhythmically. For a moment he totally
forgot his surroundings, the dull
thudding of the drum and bass on the
bar's PA, hell, even his own name was a
mystery to him. The only things left in
the world were the girl and her eyes,
those hardened pools of ice, so attractive
yet so terrifying.
"Come with me, I want to show
you something." She dragged her tongue
across her upper lip seductively, took
him by the hand and led him towards the
exit.
"You see Larry; I used to hate
people like you. Now I just pity you."
She led him over the threshold of her
house, a small, modernesque terraced
semi-detached on Main. Once inside, he
took in his surroundings. An open plan
kitchen stretched out to his right whilst
on his left was a small, quaint living
room.
Her choice of decor wasn't
exactly to his taste, all elegant Japanese
style vases and canvases, comfort
cushions and concealed cupboards. He
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preferred his oak panelled condo in
upper Riverton with its two acres of
land and Olympic sized swimming pool
out in the garden.
Without releasing his hand she
led him towards the stairs. His heart
skipped a beat in his excitement. A
woman this fierce would be a great fuck.
He could taste her sweat now, smell
their friction funk.
It wasn't the stairs which she
took him to however, but a small
wooden door to the side of them which
had previously been obscured in
shadow. She removed a black torch
from a hook to the left of the door and
rummaged in her handbag for a set of
keys. She singled out the only black one
on the ring and slipped it into the lock.
A dull 'clunk' came from behind the
door as the heavy lock disengaged.
She pushed the door back and it
hit the hallway wall with a thud.
Something about that thud made the
hairs on the back of Larry's neck
prickle. He watched as she clicked on
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the torch and shone the beam down into
the gloom below.
"Okay, we're good. You can
meet my Father now."
"Your dad's down there?"
She held his gaze for a moment
then gave him a gentle shove from
behind, pushing him towards the door. If
there was one thing in the world that he
had no desire to do it was to meet her
dad but even more than that he never
wanted to walk down those wooden
steps into the gloom.
"You did bring me back here for
sex, right?"
She snorted in disgust and
shoved him again, this time a little
harder. Something told him not to argue
with her and so he started down the
steps into the dark below cold, dank air
wafting up at him. He realized that his
heart was pounding so hard that he
could feel its pulse in his temples.
Nervously he fiddled with his bow tie as
his eyes struggled against the almost
pitch dark in which he found himself.
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The basement was humid and
his footsteps sounded oddly muted in
the small space. Joanne's torch only
illuminated a small circle of his
surroundings at a time but the light was
generous enough. Against the left hand
wall were rolls of toilet paper, boxes of
light bulbs, stacks of canned goods,
even a partially installed porcelain toilet
bowl.
"This place looks like a fallout
shelter" he chuckled nervously.
"It used to be one. My Father
always was a paranoid man."
"So when do I get to meet
him?"
"Right now."
She led him through a small
concrete archway and into a smaller,
pitch black room and with a sharp click
she extinguished the torch. He whirled
about in confusion but could only see
Joanne, silhouetted by the tiny pool of
light spilling down from the hallway
above.
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"Okay, now before I turn the
torch back on, I only have one house
rule. You have to promise to be nice to
Daddy."
"I... I promise." He listened to
her fumble with the torch and then all of
a sudden he was blinded by the
torchlight. He rubbed his eyes and
turned back in the direction she pointed
the torch. What he saw made him cry
out in shock and heave into the corner.
The thing in the centre of the
room could barely be called human.
Shackled to the arms of a metal chair,
feeble, grey-skinned hands clenched and
flexed, shaking violently. The chair was
bolted to a thick metal plate on the floor.
Emaciated, starving ribs swelled with
the things ragged, hacking breaths. The
man's face was the worst. He was
missing his entire lower jaw, his tongue
hanging from the bloody maw like a
dog's, strings of drool hanging and
swinging as his head swayed drunkenly.
"Daddy liked women. He used
to call me his 'little woman'. He started
to call me that when I got breasts. I was
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thirteen." Her voice was hard, cold. All
he could do was stare at the poor
creature in the chair now beginning to
wake up, a whimper gurgling up from
somewhere deep within its ruined throat
at the sight of Joanne.
"I even used to enjoy his
alcohol and sweat stink after the first
year. Maybe that was it, the alcohol. He
used to drink Jack Daniels and Coke
too" She pulled a syringe from her
purse. Succinocoline, the paralysis drug.
She sank it into his neck just below his
right ear and he cried out in pain. Daddy
watched, a scream rasping from his
throat, his skinned legs thumping
against the metal chair. He was getting
too confident. She would have to use the
salt again.
Larry collapsed to the basement
floor. She stepped over him and walked
over to Daddy. She stroked his
trembling cheek.
"Look Daddy, I brought you a
friend. I'll have to get another chair but I
think it's time I had someone new to
play with. You're getting old now,
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pathetic. You always were. And to
think, you used to be so rich, so
successful" She picked up the hessian
sack of salt from the basement floor and
untied the cord. "And now you're just
meat to me."
Faint, weak moans came from
the suited heap on the floor behind her
as Daddy began to scream.
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BREAKERS
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His train of thought was broken as
the intercom popped and crackled into
life.
Saprol, uh we need you here.
He jabbed a finger into the Comm.
on the wall beside him. What is it
Carol?
Her voice sounded very distant, as
if lost in thought I dont quite know sir,
just come and see this.
Alright, Im on my way he
replied, annoyed at the interruption to
his memories. He took one last look out
of the window. A small scattering of
stars shone for a moment.
The door to the rec room popped
and hissed as it slid open. He found the
rest of his crew crowded around the
command monitor.
The command monitor was situated
in the centre of the rec room, a
darkened, luxurious space with
comfortable sofas, a pool table and neon
light bars all around giving it the
atmosphere of one of the bars back
Home.
He addressed the crew whats
going on Carol?
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Im not quite sure sir, I just
listen to this
What is it? he asked, intrigue
building.
We received a transmission at
08:00 Saprol. Its strange, I tried
running a diagnostic and I cant find any
malfunctions in the audio encoding.
Why? Whats wrong with it?
Well sir, its strange, its
Tobias, the ships mechanic and
bruiser interjected Just play the damn
thing Carol!
He was a big man, forceful and
imposing. He smelled perpetually of
engine oil and sweat and had a violent
manner, but if you were his friend you
could rest assured that he had your back.
Carols hands floated over the
keys in front of her. The monitors
speakers rushed into life as she hit play.
Guttural, garbled speech flooded
Saprols ears. The sounds seemed to
ooze from the speakers, a mixture of
rhythmic clicks, low hums and faint
screeches. The sounds thrummed inside
his head making Saprols eyes vibrate in
their sockets. At the forty - second mark
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the transmission died out leaving a ring
in his ears.
What the fuck was that? Tobias
asked as if hearing it for the first time.
Saprol leaned closer to the screen,
his forearm brushing against Carols
head. He looked closely at the jagged
peaks and troughs of the sound sample.
Its a language he said, his voice
sure and strong.
How can you know that? Carol
asked.
Look he pointed to the screen
this has a definite language pattern.
When you say whale for instance, the
wha part is louder than the le part.
This shows the same pattern. Thats
what these highs and lows are.
Carol sat still, puzzled.
Tobias interjected well its not a
language Ive ever heard before.
The six other crewmembers
grunted in acknowledgement.
Can you triangulate it? asked
Saprol, still leaning past Carol.
I think so she replied. Give me a
minute. Her fingers went to town on
the keys as she ascertained the source of
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the signal. After a minutes work she sat
back, satisfied. Its coming from
somewhere west of here, about two
weeks flight. But, wait this cant be
right she trailed off, her expression
changing to one of deep concentration.
Theres nothing out that far, at least not
that we know of.
No-ones gone that far out in
ninety years, Saprol pointed out.
Tobias butted in. Well theres got
to be something out there, that signal
came from something.
Well that we can be sure of,
Carol replied.
But if there was anything surely
someone would have reported it? asked
Saprol.
You would have thought
replied Carol thoughtfully.
Two weeks away you say.
Indeed.
Well we have supplies for eight
weeks, three weeks there, three weeks
back Saprol suggested.
A voice came from the back of the
group. Usually a quiet man, Phil spoke
in raised tones. No way! Look, were
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two weeks away from the dock rock and
I need to rest. I want some real food, not
this dried shit. I want a real beer for
gods sake! He adjusted his vintage cap
to hang even lower over his brow than
usual.
Look Phil, we can make it. Well
be at the dock rock in seven weeks at
the most. Minus time spent at the source
of that signal, of course.
Compared to the two weeks it will
take us to get there from here? Phil
parried.
Look, Im not on either side of
this fence but Saprol Carol
challenged we dont know how long
well be out there, we dont know what
well find, and we dont know anything
at the moment. She sat back, waiting
for a reply.
Look, Saprol insisted, standing
straighter. Weve got the supplies,
weve got the fuel, and how can we turn
this down? When we dock our ships
internal memory banks will be wiped
and logged and this find will go on the
market. Well lose the job of a lifetime
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and well lose the co ordinates. This
wont be ours.
The crew sat silently for a moment,
weighing up the options.
This is a once in a lifetime
opportunity, Tobias pointed out.
Mike, Ben and Julia had been
conspicuously silent throughout the
deliberations so far and so attention
turned to them.
Mike piped up. I think we should
go. Think about it, if we can haul
anything in from this, well be
renowned. Well be the salvage crew
that people go to! Mike was a salvager,
the man who decided what they brought
Home and what they left behind and his
salvagers mind shone now. Well get
all the jobs.
The group was decided. Carol set
the coordinates. She turned to Saprol
and whispered in his ear I think were
doing the right thing.
He nodded in agreement and the
group dissipated, preparing for
cryostasis. As Saprol headed for the
cryo bay the transmission still rang in
his ears.
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The group sat around a table in the
cryo bay over coffee. It would be the
last coffee they would enjoy for two
weeks. Plumes of steam rose to the roof
from plastic mugs resting in nervous
hands.
Ben chirped up for the first time in
a few hours. What do you guys reckon
is out there? He took a sip of his coffee
and set it back down with a brisk chink
of plastic on metal.
Phillip looked more sullen than
ever, his cap pulled almost entirely over
his rough visage. Who cares whats out
there? If weve got to do this then lets
do it. Carol shot him a look of distaste.
She turned to Saprol, addressing him in
fond tones. You say that transmission
was a language you dont think
theres something out there we havent
seen yet?
Carol had never been much of a
thinker. She was a calculating,
reasonably cold person by nature,
always had been. She had gotten full
marks in Homes standardized testing,
set for a bright future. But when you
spend your entire life heading for the
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light you end up craving the dark. She
had never been as happy as she was
now, traversing the stars with this seedy
bunch of downandouts.
She had been born into a
reasonably wealthy family but she was
never as happy as when she was rifling
through her pockets for the price of a
beer on the next dock rock. However
cold and calculating a mind she had, she
did pride herself on the fact that she had
a reasonably open one when it came to
discovery. Salvaging gave her the
opportunity to exercise this open
mindedness, and right now she was
considering the idea of life on other
planets. Who was to say that in this
deepest corner of the cosmos there
wasnt something left to discover?
The group began to laugh amongst
themselves and Saprol replied derisively
you do have to remember, in one
hundred and twenty eight years of
human space travel we have never
discovered another lifeform.
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The cryostasis chamber was huge. It
needed to be to accommodate the ten
cryostasis pods inside it. The crew
should have numbered ten, but Saprol
was very selective of who he
accommodated. You had to be as the
captain of a salvage ship. Most people
were just in it for the money, but if you
were going anywhere in the business
you had to be in it for the life. The
chambers low blue lights reflected off
of the glass pods.
Designed to soothe the tenants,
they did their job. Before going into
stasis you would inject an opiate into
your system which would calm your
bodily functions enough to make sleep
unavoidable. Once the pod was closed
and sealed it would fill with a
containment fluid, which kept the body
warm. Vitamins and minerals were fed
to the body intravenously. As Saprol
clambered up into his cryopod he felt a
cloying sense of calm. Almost too calm.
He looked to his right at Carol. He
caught her eye and she returned his
smile.
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See you in two weeks and six
days! she called over.
Saprol smiled wider. Sleep
well! it suddenly hit him how attractive
she was. Not typically attractive in the
way that Julia was, tall, blonde and
leggy but there was something about
Carol which just demanded attention.
She had full, inviting lips and a vaguely
hourglass figure but even better her eyes
were so alive, as if there was a sea of
discovery just waiting to be explored.
He had been vaguely interested in her
for a while now but recently he had
noticed the signals being returned.
The roof of the pod descended
and his breath condensed on the glass.
As sleep set in he could almost see his
wife and son standing outside of the pod
staring in at him as if he were a goldfish
in a bowl, their faces expressionless.
The feeling of calm disappeared.
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nightfall looked no different out in
space.
Saprol cast his gaze toward the
massive window that dominated one
wall of the observation deck just as
something edged its way into view. The
gigantic ball of rock was almost as black
as the sky surrounding it.
It was small for a planet, at a rough
estimate about half the size of Home.
Dust clouds surrounded it, looking just
like fog. Stars burned brightly like tiny
orange fires against the dark sky. Carol
gasped at the majesty of the sight, her
mouth hanging open.
So Tobias broke the silence
that signal came from a planet?
Sure looks that way, Carol
replied, her voice distant.
Check air samples, would you
Carol? ordered Saprol. She raised
herself from the steel table and
approached a monitor on the wall. She
tapped a few keys and a metal tentacle a
thousand feet in length extended from
the base of the ship. It drifted lazily in
the zerogravity atmosphere, probing
for traces of oxygen from the planets
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surface. After almost a minute it began
to retract, feeding the readout data to
Carols terminal.
Oxygen levels are a little less than
they are on Home but still breathable.
Gravity levels normal. They must have
some kind of Bio dome field down
there. Carol stared hard at the planet
surface readout, her brow furrowed.
That is only an atmospheric estimate
though, well find out for sure when we
touch ground.
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the small pools of light illuminating the
ground below the door to A Block.
Noticing the heavy padlock on the
steel mesh gate, Carol produced a pair
of bolt cutters and handed them to
Tobias. With a grunt of
acknowledgement he got to work and
began cutting the chain links one by
one. A few minutes later, he bent the
section of fence he had cut back,
creating a mansize hole. They filed
through the hole one after the other,
with Tobias holding the fence back. He
squeezed through last, letting the chain
links spring back into place.
All was silent as they approached
the complex. The wind had receded
now, but the air around them was
becoming unbearably cold.
With a nod of the head Saprol
ordered Mike up to the door of A Block.
To his surprise, Mike found that the
door stood almost a foot ajar - not
enough space for any of them to squeeze
through, yet still unnerving. Why would
they have left to door open?
He knelt beside the power box to
the left of the door and prized the steel
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cover from its clips. He played with a
few wires and the door slid back with a
creak of metal on metal and a hiss of
hydraulics. As he felt a spot of rain hit
his cheek he ushered the others inside,
propping the door open with his hand to
make sure no one was shut out.
With a thud the door slid closed
behind Ben, the last to enter the
complex. Before them lay a long
corridor of almost a hundred feet.
Rooms sprouted off on either side, and a
sign above a small cubicle at the end
read Admin in decorative, slanting
text.
As they advanced toward the admin
desk they peered into the rooms along
the corridor. They were paralleled on
either side, with the first being a
classroom strikingly similar to the twin
room on the left side of the corridor. On
the board were diagrams of the human
physique, X-rays of the skeletal
structure.
Saprol led the group and he peered
in at one of the X-rays that caught his
eye. The image displayed a human chest
cavity. The ribs jutted at odd angles,
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most whole but others snapped cleanly
into two and sometimes three sections.
Black, cloudy areas surrounded the
bones.
The second and third couples of
rooms that the group came to seemed to
be medical rooms and waiting rooms.
Neither held anything of importance.
Looks like this place was some
kind of hospital, Phillip muttered from
beneath his cap. The others replied with
hums and grunts of agreement.
They proceeded to the reception
desk at the end of the hall. Through the
glass they could see bookshelves, in-
trays and admin papers. At the far end
of the cubicle was an old, dusty radio
almost buried under piles of paper.
With a jolt of excitement, Saprol
indicated wordlessly for Carol to check
if they had radio contact. Tobias moved
forward wrench in hand and pulled
back, aiming a strike at the glass. Saprol
rested his hand on the mechanics
rippling bicep and shook his head. We
dont want to make too much noise.
Carol tried the handle and the door
clicked open, swaying on its hinges. She
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took a step forward and skidded across
the room. She grabbed at one of the
bookshelves and a few of the tomes fell
as she steadied herself. She looked
down to see what she had slipped on and
found herself stifling a scream.
The floor was awash with blood,
deep and oily. There were two lines of
white where her feet had been, the floor
now exposed. There was no sign of a
body anywhere.
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Yeah I felt that replied Phillip
I
The conversation was cut off by an
ear-shattering scream. The group
whirled around to see a figure stood at
the other end of the hallway by the
stairwell. Light from the stairwell
silhouetted the figure, but even with so
little visibility Saprol could tell that
something was wrong. The figure took a
faltering step towards them. Saprol
raised his gun.
Who are you? he called into the
darkness, his voice full of authority.
A scream returned his words, a
feral explosion of noise.
Saprol rested his index finger on
the trigger, flicking the safety off with
his thumb. Are you a part of the staff
here? he asked, hoping to let this
person know he was not a threat. Still he
held his gun in place.
The figure took another faltering
step into the light and seven mouths fell
open in horror. Ribs protruded from
skin, legs twisted and rolled in a
movement so unnatural that Saprol felt
bile rise in his throat.
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It was a woman, horrifically
broken. Her legs crippled under her,
bones jutting out of the skin. Blood
oozed readily from the wounds. She was
completely hairless and her monkey
like breasts hung in tatters on her
emaciated body. The space between her
stick thin legs was destroyed; gashes
and abrasions replacing what had once
been her natural womanhood.
The broken thing before them let out
another pained scream, the look of panic
and terror in the womans eyes making
Saprols stomach hit the floor. He dry
heaved and raised the gun once more,
swallowing down bile as it burnt his
tongue.
The shot rang out deafeningly in the
cramped hallway. The bullet tore
through the womans left leg and she
fell, her face colliding with the floor
with a sickening thud. Teeth and blood
were left behind as she raised her head
and let out another terrified scream. Her
left arm rose slowly above her head,
cracking as it snapped back at the
elbow.
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Saprol let out a whimper, his
heart like tribal drums in his ears. He
squeezed the trigger again and the bullet
flew, but it was a poor shot. One half of
the womans lower jaw hung in a
bloody mess where the bullet had blown
it apart. She began to raise herself from
the floor, her legs crunching as they
straightened out.
Fucking plug her, you prick!
screamed Tobias.
Ive only got six shots left!
retorted Saprol.
Well use them then!
We dont know how many of
these things there are! It didnt seem at
all wrong to refer to this woman as a
thing. She was far from human.
He grabbed Carols hand and
hurled her hurriedly back into the Jonas
labs. The others followed suit and
slammed the door.
Tobias and Ben pushed desks in front of
the metal partition. A dull banging came
from outside, as if the monster was
knocking to come in.
The group sat wherever they
found themselves. No one spoke. They
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merely stared at the door breathlessly.
They were too scared to speak.
After an hour the knocking
suddenly stopped. There came a sound
from outside like a heavy duvet being
dragged across the floor, signifying that
the thing outside had moved on.
Saprol sat with his arm around
Carol, his lips pressed to the top of her
head. In the other hand he clasped his
.38 Tightly.
Tobias and Ben had pushed more
desks in front of the door to fortify them
against the relentless banging. Julia and
Mike sat together. She wept into his
chest as he petted her, staring blankly
into space.
Phillip sat alone slowly dragging
on a cigarette. The steadily rising
plumes of smoke had turned the room
into a fag trap. He broke the silence, his
voice brooding. Well, I suppose
someone should ask: What was that?
That was a woman, replied
Carol.
But what the fuck was happening
to her? he demanded, his voice
becoming fraught.
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She was breaking.
The tears Carol had cried had made
bags under her eyes. Her hair was a
ragged mess. She breathed a heavy,
shuddering sigh and nestled into
Saprols chest.
He looked back over his shoulder at
Mike and Julia and realized that the two
couples mirrored one another. He
breathed in the smell of Carols hair and
hugged her tighter to him.
He liked her. He liked the little asides
they shared from time to time. He
enjoyed the look in her eye as they
spoke on the observation deck, the
twinkling lights of space casting a
kaleidoscope of colour on the walls
around them.
In his mind, her legs shattered
beneath her and she fell, screaming in
pain. In his mind he raised his gun and
pulled the trigger, draining the life from
her in one tiny motion. Her blood
covered his hands, spilling between his
fingers
He snapped to attention all of a
sudden, wanting to direct his mind away
from the macabre thoughts. They had to
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come up with a plan, to try to find order
in the midst of chaos.
Right He rose to his feet,
addressing the group. We need a plan,
and first things first, we need to know
more about what were up against. We
need to know what was happening here
and above all what was happening to
that woman.
Carol looked around, her face
emotionless. We should check those
computers.
Saprol followed her gaze and
noticed what he had not before. A line
of small terminals was set out on the far
side of the room against the wall. They
had been hidden behind the desks that
Tobias and Ben had used to bar the
door.
He moved to one of the
computers and nudged the mouse. The
screen flickered into life, displaying the
Jonas labs logo. Below that were four
icons reading Patients, Log, Crypt
and Outgoing. He moved the cursor to
the log tab as the others crowded around
him. A list of dates came up on the
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screen and he selected the first,
27/4/2160.
Thats only last year
muttered Carol in Saprols ear. He felt a
shiver of pleasure scuttle down his spine
as her breath touched his neck.
Words wrote themselves on the
screen as the documents loaded. Saprol
read out loud, his eyes darting left and
right as he followed the text.
LAB 1 LOG 1: As we all know,
after the third world war, a movement
was made by the refugees and the
powers that be to find a new planet able
to sustain human life. After we found
Home the governments still werent
happy. Even though we had had the gift
of a second chance dropped right into
our laps they sent teams out to find other
planets.
Saprol came to the end of the log
and sat silently. He moved the cursor to
the next entry, noticing the rest of the
groups expectant breathing. He
continued to read
L0G 2: We found this planet. My
team and I were with the exploration
crew of the Leviathan. We found an
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ocean here, about sixty miles due west.
This planet is amazing, there are no
signs of life here whatsoever, no flora
even despite the water.
Saprol moved the cursor to entry
number three.
LOG 3: We were wrong. There is
organic life on this planet, in the bodies
of water due west. The closest
biological approximation we can make
at the moment is to the now-extinct
Aquas Acanae family, which are known
to have lived in oceans on earth. From
what we can see at the moment, the find
is cannibalistic in nature.
The first eight of these creatures
that we brought back to the lab halved
and then halved again within eight days.
With no outside intervention this points
to the creatures consuming one another.
More on this when we have more
knowledge.
LOG 4: We have found that these
creatures can live within the bodies of
other species. We recently had a number
of animal specimens sent to us by the
Noah Project on Home. The only one
that didnt take was the chimpanzee.
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The Acanae appear to be parasitic
in nature. We managed to get the
monkey to take by entering it into an
aquatic environment. Water seems to
make the hardier species more
susceptible to invasion by the Acanae.
The creature began to work its way into
the primates mouth and after some
initial panic and discomfort the ape
settled down. I intend to post more
frequently now that things are beginning
to accelerate.
LOG 5: From a strategically
chosen position within the body of their
host the Acanae extend thousands of
tendrils into the musculature. This is
evidenced by the dark, cloudy areas in
every X-ray we have taken of the
monkey since day one. With these
hooks in the body the creature will
attempt to alter the musculature of its
host to manipulate its bone structure.
As far as we can hypothesize, the
aim of this practice is to use its hosts
body as a weapon against natural
predators, a suit of armor, if you will.
This suggests however that there is
something here that we havent seen yet,
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another aggressor species. Or perhaps
this is merely evidence of the survival
instinct in play, even in predators at the
top of the food chain.
Due to the accelerated metabolism
of the body the host being effectively
pregnant the host experiences hunger
pangs, lethargy and bad temper. Then
the parasite begins to break the hosts
bones, creating its own vision of the
perfect weapon in its current ecosystem.
Shown by primate subject B1, the bones
knit together as fast as they break,
creating a never ending, rapid cycle of
fracture, heal, fracture, and heal. This
cycle does not end until the parasite
itself dies. At the moment we have no
knowledge of their natural lifespan.
LOG 6: Almost two weeks ago
now, one of the Acanae got into
Professor Jonas, entering through his
oral cavity. Within two days he was
displaying legions and welts on his
larynx and minor fractures in his digits
and ribs, and within four days, violence
to his fellow lab partners. We had to
strap him down and sedate him to ease
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the pain. More of his skeletal structure
has fractured.
LOG 7: The rate of skeletal repair
is astounding. I myself have witnessed
bones break and heal within minutes.
Prof. Jonas refuses to take food.
We have been nasogastrically applying
liquids to his body but any attempt to
give him any sort of vitamin or mineral
has been met with violent outrage and
vomiting on his part.
The sad truth is that the human
body is a perfect environment for the
Acanae to inhabit. With seventy percent
of the human body composed of water
they have more than enough to last
themselves, and obviously they arent
stupid or suicidal. They allowed his
body to accept water.
In the moments when he can think
clearly, he has told us repeatedly of an
itching behind his eyes, a squirming
feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Correspondence to Home with the
powers that be have ordered us to
continue our studies.
LOG 8: After further sedation and
study we decided to leave him be. Many
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of our staff find it testing to be in the
same room. After a few hours of solitary
we reentered and found him bent in an
upside down arc, his feet touching the
bed above his head, his spine twisted in
a U shape. He was silent.
Questions have been raised with
insistence that he be put out of his
misery.I have spoken directly to the
Minister for Modern Science on the
subject. The government on Home
forbid it. This is important research.
LOG 9: After two weeks of this
torture he has become a gibbering
wreck. Bathing or feeding him has
become impossible.
Today I and two members of staff
witnessed his lower jaw split into two
down the middle, creating mandibles.
This rendered even his insane babbling
impossible. I have grown to hate the
Acanae for this. I suppose it is in their
nature, their natural instinct. So should I
hate nature instead?
I cant sleep at night. I can only
listen to his screams. He pleads with me
to end it when Im in my bunk at night.
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LOG 10: ORDER OF EVENTS
IN PROFESSOR JONAS
TRANSFORMATION:
Hair loss.
Buildup of mucus on the lungs and
larynx.
Respiratory difficulties.
Legions on the larynx and throat.
Minor fractures.
Major fractures and breaks.
Fainting.
Delusion.
Shock.
Emaciation.
Malnutrition.
Insanity.
Minor paralysis.
Blindness, deafness.
Death from a number of these
causes.
The final cause of death was a
combination of many of the above.
Suffice it to say that the main four were
paralysis, shock, blood loss and
malnutrition. Enclosed are X-rays
detailing the speed of bone fracture and
re-knit. I have also enclosed a three-
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hour video showing the worst of Prof.
Jonas transformation process.
Word has reached us of
deliberations between the powers on
Home. A dispute has emerged once
again between the American and
Russian governments. America is
scared.
We have been tasked with finding
a way to introduce the Acanae into
Russian waterways. They reproduce by
mitosis. Just one of these creatures
could make not just the Russian
territories devoid of life, but cause the
extinction of the human peoples on
Home.
The Americans are insane for
thinking that the Acanae will stop after
the Russians. They are playing with a
weapon that they dont truly understand.
A river will flow where it wants to flow.
We are cutting off
communications with Home. The radio
masts are being burned as I write. No
more reports. No more information.
This is for the best. The lives of the few
for the lives of the many, as they say.
The Acanae are spreading throughout
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the complex. The number of afflicted
are is rising.
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A figure stood over him. He
recognized the red cap. Suddenly he was
being dragged up by the scruff of his
neck.
You motherfucker! Phillip
yelled, slamming him against the metal
wall. Youve finished us, all of us!
Every decision youve made has put us
further into this meat grinder!
Saprol composed himself and
shook Phillips hands off. He stood
straighter. Phillip didnt back down.
Stand down, Phil he warned,
staring into the younger mans eyes. The
piercing stare that met him made him
nervous.
Youve fucked us at every turn.
You havent listened to anyone but
yourself and that bitch over there!
Phillip indicated to Carol who sat a few
feet away. No one intervened in the
dispute.
Stand down, Saprol repeated,
fixing Phillips gaze.
You didnt listen when Mike or I said
we didnt want to come here. Now hes
dead! Hes fucking dead! This blood
he flashed a crimson hand belongs
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right here. Hesmeared the blood into
Saprols palm, gripping it firmly in his
fingers.
Saprol snatched his hand back
roughly. Step down!
You limey fuck! Phillip bellowed
into Saprols face. Flecks of saliva
mixed with the blood smearing his
cheeks.
Saprols hand was moving without
permission, swinging in a wide arc. The
clenched fist on the end of his dead arm
collided with Phillips temple and
followed through, raking across his
cheek.
Phillip moved with it, taking the hit
hard. He fell heavily to the floor and
looked up at Saprol, fury burning from
his eyes. Youll regret that. You will
fucking regret that he trailed off as
he clambered to his feet. He met
Saprols gaze.
I hope you realize what youve
done to us, he spat before retreating,
leaving Saprol standing wordlessly.
He followed Phillip with his gaze,
his hand clenching and unclenching. He
felt bad for assaulting the young man.
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Had he asked for it? A small part of him
said that he had. A larger part said
otherwise.
He sat down against the wall,
wishing in some small way that Carol
would come to him. She sat wordlessly,
staring at the floor.
An hour passed and when no
banging came, the group decided to
sleep. Saprol sat alone, staring at each
face.
Even Carols beauty had drained.
He no longer wanted her beside him. He
fondled the gun in his lap. If only he had
a bullet left he would have put the
muzzle to his head there and then.
The monsters outside were one
thing, but what confronted him now was
far more ugly. He wasnt sorry that he
had put Phil in his place. The bastard
needed to be taught some respect.
He pulled the trigger and it clicked
empty for a third time. He hated that
sound.
He imagined pulling the trigger
five more times, putting five more
bodies to rest. That would leave him
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though, and if anything, he deserved a
bullet.
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checking that everyone was whole and
accounted for. Someone was missing.
Hes gone! Saprol yelped,
waking the others that bastard left us!
Carol looked up with a groan as
Saprol slammed his fist into the metal
wall, cursing Phillip.
Whos gone? Carol asked
groggily.
Who do you think? Phillip!
Why would he just leave us? Hes
got less chance on his own!
Because hes an idiot and an
asshole! Saprol retorted, raging.
Tobias heaved himself up from the
floor and began to check the corners and
under desks. Hes definitely not here,
he confirmed. Secretly Saprol was glad
Phillip was gone. He knew the rest of
the group had lost a lot of trust in him
since his altercation with the other man.
Now he hoped that he could win some
back if he made him look bad enough.
Well hes left us for dead. That just
proves what I was saying, what hes
really like. We dont need him. He
never cared about any of us His
audience sat in silence.
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What if he was taken by one of
those things? Carol interjected.
Wheres the blood? Why didnt
they take us too? We would have heard
it for a start!
Carol opened her mouth to speak
and closed it again, realizing that she
had nothing to say in Phillips defence.
Ben spoke up So what are we
going to do now? If hes left then so
should we.
Hes got a point, argued Tobias
gruffly.
They noticed the intercom speakers
in the corners of the armoury for the
first time as they crackled and popped
into life. A strange, soft voice floated
into the room.
Ive been watching you. There are
many eyes in this place. I would like to
speak to the four of you immediately.
As they listened to the voice they could
almost imagine the speaker smiling.
Come to the dance hall. Just follow the
signs.
The speakers whirred down and
popped smartly before the channel was
cut. They stood silently for a moment,
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bemused. Carol brought out the now
familiar map readout. She traced a route
with her fingertip, her brows furrowed.
Its two floors down. The floor
below looks empty. And heres the first
bit of good news theres a lift.
A lift? Saprol repeated.
Yep, and theres more. Its at the
most a ten-minute journey. A short walk
down this hallway she indicated with
her finger and its an easy breeze
from there.
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They came out onto another dark
hallway, this one identical to the two
before. They took a left and advanced
into the black.
After a short distance they came to
a grand door, ornate with golden
patterns and swirling vines fashioned
from platinum. Saprol raised both hands
and pushed hard.
Light flooded into the hallway, blinding
the four survivors. When their eyes
adjusted, they were met with an
awesome sight.
A huge hall lay before them, a
massive auditorium. A red carpet snaked
between row upon row of red velvet
seats cascading down towards a gigantic
stage. Every seat was vacant.
High above, empty spectator boxes
looked down. Back in the days when the
place had been used for shows, those
seated in the boxes must have felt like
gods peering down on tiny ants.
Classical piano music drifted to
them from the stage where, far below,
sat a figure on a makeshift throne,
kinglike.
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Seven of the infected stood around
him. These were different, more
developed. The shortest of them stood at
around seven feet, with long, stick thin
arms almost reaching her knees.
Another man, fully clothed in a
utility suit, sobbed as he played a huge
grand piano.
Come on down! shouted the
figure on the throne. His voice echoed
around the auditorium.
They began to approach cautiously,
Saprol, Tobias and Ben carrying bone
saws. Carol drew her gun from the back
of her pants but kept it concealed behind
her. She didnt want to provoke any
kind of confrontation that could be
avoided.
As they drew close the seven
infected began to advance, their lithe,
horrific bodies bristling with rage. Carol
threw caution to the wind and raised her
firearm. She took aim.
Stop! screamed the figure on the
throne. The infected stopped in their
tracks, snarling.
The foursome approached slowly,
not trusting for a moment that the
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horrific figures would stay where they
were. Carol kept her gun trained on the
trembling figures as they passed
between them.
The creature on the makeshift
throne was hideous. It was a man,
hairless and naked like the rest. His
shrivelled penis hung limply between
his stick thin legs. His twisted arms
hung limply by his sides. In one hand
dangled a syringe, dripping a clear
liquid onto the stage. He smiled
pleasantly at them, his head lolling
drunkenly.
Allegro! he commanded sharply
and the piano player sobbed quietly,
speeding up his playing. His fingers
darted across the keys leaving droplets
of blood behind, playing a melancholy,
lilting melody. Saprol had never known
the expression was true, but this man
had worked his fingers down to the
bone. He was obviously terrified.
The horrible thing in the chair
turned his sardonic smile back to the
group. I must say, Im impressed.
Youve been here just a day and a half
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and already youve killed far more of us
than my team and I did in a month.
Saprol glanced at Carol, worried.
Us? he asked, his grip tightening on
his blade.
Indeed the man replied,
we are all the same. He shifted his
position in the chair slightly and his leg
broke cleanly in two at the shin. He
grimaced and began to raise the syringe.
Ooh I felt that a little, he said,
bringing the needle to his eye. He sank
it deeply into the flesh to the side of his
right iris and pushed the plunger slowly,
gasping as blood flowed down his cheek
and dripped from his chin. Carol winced
at the sight. It made her sick to her
stomach.
The man in the chair cast the empty
syringe aside and held out a feeble,
trembling hand. Id shake your hand
but Im afraid youd break mine. His
chuckle at his own joke turned into a
hacking cough and a gobbet of phlegm
hit the stage by Saprols feet with a
smack.
I am Doctor James Redfield,
former assistant to Professor Michael
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Jonas. I am part of the reason for this
little problem, he wheezed, the sheer
exertion of speech tiring him.
We read your diary, replied
Saprol, mindful to watch his tone. It was
obvious that this man had some power
over the infected and he didnt want to
provoke him into using it.
Interesting reading? Redfield
asked, a proud smile on his twisted face.
Saprol fixed him with a disgusted stare.
I suppose you would like to know
whats going on here. Oh God, Ive had
enough of this! He pointed to the man
at the piano and, in a second, the
infected were upon him.
Blood and entrails flew
everywhere. Horrible, clashing chords
on the piano seemed to accent every
vicious strike. When they were finished
with him all that was left was a small
pile of intestines, which slid from the
stool to the floor with a wet thud.
Redfield looked on with disgust
and perhaps just a hint of sorrow in his
face. Saprol tried his very best not to
vomit yet again and bit back his desire
to retch.
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So Redfield turned to address
them you already know that this
began with the creatures, the Acanae.
They break you up they make you
into what they want you to be. Theyre
like a disease, a self destroying entity.
Once a disease spreads out enough
people become immune to it and it dies.
The Acanae break you up until the host
dies and then the parasite starves to
death itself.
But youre different, Saprol
stated, taking the lead.
I take morphine to hold off the
pain, but my supplies are dwindling.
Ive managed to hold off the worst of
it.
But why havent you become like
them? Insane and violent?
Well for a start I cant get out of
this chair, he slurred his words, drunk
on the anaesthetic in his bloodstream,
drool hanging from his chin in thin
threads but the real truth is that it likes
me, this thing inside me. Im not
fighting it, so its rewarding me for good
behavior. Ive learned to embrace the
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transformation. Its making me harder,
better, faster, stronger.
One of the infected brought him the
pile of entrails from the floor by the
piano. He took them readily in his
trembling hands. As he sank his teeth
into the gore the sound of his ragged
breathing mixed with the smacking of
his lips.
He slowly looked up at them, as if
remembering they were there. And it
lets me enjoy a high protein diet, he
laughed, flecks of meat spilling from
between his blood soaked lips.
As one, the group turned and ran
back up the red carpet towards the door.
A terrible scream rang out behind them,
and the thunder of footsteps told them
that seven maniacs were tearing after
them.
They reached the door and burst
through, spilling into the black
hallways.
Redfields laughter echoed after
them.
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They crashed through a door directly
opposite the dance hall with the infected
on their heels.
Tobias forced the door closed
behind them as bodies collided with the
other side. The hinges began to bend,
the screeches of the things on the other
side growing louder as holes were torn
in the thin metal door.
Saprol threw himself into a vent in
the corner and began to climb vertically.
Above him stretched darkness and
indecision, below him death. Carol, Ben
and Tobias followed, their panicked
breathing echoing up the claustrophobic
tunnel.
Saprol heaved his weight up on his
hands, his feet scrabbling against the
smooth steel walls. Above him was an
intersection, a choice of left or right.
At the back of the group one of the
infected clawed at Tobias heels. He
slammed his foot into the horrors face
and it fell away below him.
Suddenly a flash of colour emerged
from the left hand turning above Saprol.
A red cap, a green flak jacket. A hand
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reached down and took Saprols. He
was roughly pulled up.
Phillip cowered in the darkness,
scalpel in hand. His face was smeared
with blood and a huge chunk had been
torn from his shoulder.
Thank me later, he said, deftly
reaching past Saprol to pull Carol to
safety. A screeching, thrashing terror
tore at Phillips back, spraying blood
everywhere. Phillip screamed and
slashed over his shoulder with the
scalpel but to no effect. His head was
forced down and his arms restrained.
His elbow popped out of its socket and
he screamed in pain, tears flowing from
his eyes.
Saprol crawled, panicking, into the
right turning. Light lay before him.
Phillips screams pierced his ears as he
pushed the metal grating off. It
plummeted ten feet into the room below.
He hurled himself through the opening
and fell headfirst.
Carol, Ben and Tobias crawled
through Phillips remains. He had
managed to kill the awful, stick thin
maniac in his last moments. They too
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fell through the opening into the room.
They landed, groaning, in a pile ten feet
below.
Saprol was already on his feet,
looking quickly between the two doors
available to them. One of them was a
heavy iron plate with rusting hinges.
The other was a door to a service tunnel
with a small window at head height.
The other three clambered up from
the floor and joined him. A gunshot rang
out in the tiny room. Ben stumbled
against the wall with the force of the
shot before tumbling to the floor, a
huge, bloody hole in his chest.
Saprol whirled around, shocked at
the sudden violence. A second shot rang
out and he yelped as a bullet collided
with the muscle of his thigh. His legs
were swept from underneath him and he
fell to one knee, blood spreading from
the wound.
Carol stood by the door to the
service tunnel, smoking gun in hand.
Im sorry but this was a part of the
deal, she said, her face expressionless.
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What fucking deal? growled
Tobias as he brandished his bone saw,
his teeth bared.
You know already, she smiled.
You read it on that doctors monitor.
Saprol stared at her, beginning to
understand.
I was sent to join your group by the
American government. That was two
years ago. You remember that signal?
Sent by the Americans!
Her gun hovered, trained on Tobias
I was tasked with bringing you here.
You were to get infected and I was to
bring you back so that we could get
Acanae specimens back into our
territories. Sort of like smuggling drugs
through customs.
From there, our government
would have the most horrific, deadly
and efficient weapon. Jonas and his
team she trailed off as Tobias began
to shake with rage were an
experiment.
An experiment? What do you
mean a fucking experiment? Saprol
spat through clenched teeth. The pain
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was becoming worse. His stomach
turned and squirmed.
We needed to be sure that the plan
would work, that these creatures were as
deadly as we thought. Once the
government has a weapon like this, the
Russians would be putty in our hands!
Dont you see? American supremacy the
world over! Complete rule of Home by
the only true power! she shouted the
last statement triumphantly.
And what about us? whimpered
Saprol.
Expendable. In the words of Dr. James
Redfield, the lives of the few for the
lives of the many. Or rather, deaths.
Tobias wasnt stupid enough to advance
on the woman who had just killed one of
his best friends and wounded another.
He stared at her with silent contempt as
she backed towards the service door.
Ive got everything I need. Ill
be off now if you dont mind, she said
smiling sweetly.
Saprol gritted his teeth against
the searing pain in his thigh and
clambered up from the floor.
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Carol fumbled behind her for
the door latch, keeping the gun trained
on the two men. If either were to move
they would be cut down by her bullet.
She whipped the door open and in a
second she was through it.
Saprol took his chance whilst
the gun was lowered and hurled himself
across the room after her. The door
closed a second before he got there. He
heaved his weight up on the handle as
the door locked from the other side. He
looked through the glass window
meeting Carols smirk with a grimace of
pain and contempt.
Im sorry about this babe, she
said, smiling patronizingly. And to
think you actually liked me! she
chuckled briefly and then she was gone,
disappearing into the darkness.
Saprol screamed his hate after
her.
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Saprol could either stand and fight
and die or there was a door at the end
of the hallway behind him, another door
to put between him and the horror. He
didnt know where it led or what he
would find, but anything was better than
dying in the hands of these
abominations.
He could barely stand, let alone
run. His leg burned. He turned and
limped as fast as he could in the
opposite direction.
They tore after him, a seething
mass of flesh and bone. The door was
only twenty feet away. He could smell
the sweat of the first infected, feel their
breath on his neck. He thought of Carol.
He slammed into the door and it
swung back slowly. He stumbled
through, pushing it closed even as his
feet slid away from him and he crashed
to the floor.
The door was a foot thick slab of
pure lead, the infected didnt stand a
chance of getting through it. It shut just
in time. The crowd outside crashed
against it with terrifying force. The
hinges held fast.
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He looked up from his place on the
floor. The room was tiny, six feet square
at the most. He was lying in a pool of
blood. A womans body sat upright
against the wall. The body was rotting
and the room stank of it.
He held his stomach and crawled
against the wall, next to the corpse.
Scratches in the wall showed how many
days she had been there.
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if it were trying to look out through
them.
Horror dawned on him. He
remembered Redfields log, what he had
said about Jonas: In the moments when
he could think clearly he told us of an
itching behind his eyes, a squirming
feeling in the pit of his stomach.
How long before it began? Who
knew? With no water and no way of
escape, he would be dead within a week.
Starving would be better than becoming
one of them.
As blackness set in, his wife and
child stood, ghostlike in the corner. He
knew that they were only a construct of
his own mind but still he felt the terror,
as fresh as morning air as it took over
his whole body. Their faces were
expressionless, statues to his own
hubris. He felt a straining in his bones,
an unbearable tension. Then he
screamed as his arms and legs broke
backwards, bones splitting the skin and
jutting forth in gouts of blood. He
prayed for it to end quickly.
God didnt answer.
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JOEY
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thought of his reward for passing his
SATs, his stepfathers swollen dick in
his mouth, his stepmother pumping
away at his raw ass with that awful
black dildo.
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Afterword
Ive included this afterword as a
thank you for reading that. Trust me; its
not easy to write about someones child
being aborted with a curling iron.
I want anyone who reads any
horror story to understand that the job of
a horror writer is to tell stories about
people who find themselves in awful
situations. Even more importantly a
horror writer needs to talk about their
characters reaction to the horror and the
effect that it has on their life. They may
learn a life lesson or they may be
eviscerated but people deal with things
in different ways or sometimes the
situation takes them in its arms.
Now that youve read that Id
like you to cast a few thoughts to a few
people. Firstly Id like you to think
about the baby. Two months, a potential
life, a potential prime minister, doctor,
careers advisor in the future. Bad people
do bad things, thats why theyre bad
people. The kidnappers misdoings
made enough of his character. You want
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a motivation for his crimes? Think
deeply about every person you meet and
youll see it.
And from this point Id like you
to think about Gertrude Baniszewski,
Josef Fritzl, Cameron Hooker is the
exception but anyone else that you can
think of thats treated human life like a
commodity. The horror lies in these
people and their victims. You know
what makes these people much more
terrifying or pitiable than what youve
just read?
Their victims didnt get out
alive.
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