Month: February 2014

Lessons

As it always is with our playthings, it beings with a misdeed. Drugs are illegal, simply against the rules and rules must be obeyed lest we all turn into savages. To that end I employ savages, to enforce the rules. So come to us Andi, School is in session

Andi had bought the stuff a hundred times before so that was not why he was nervous. He usually picked it up from the dealers home but today he had met him in an alley away from prying eyes. He remembered little despite the fear that he was going to get stabbed or shot however he now stood wit a pocket full of weed and an earful of 2pac. ‘Me Against the World’ had just been released and even though 2pac was in jail it was number 1 in the charts, in America anyway.

Then as if summoned by thoughts of jail a siren sounded. On instinct he bolted. The red and blue lights shone on him menacingly as he retrated inside the nearest building. He ducked into a nearby room and waited for the lights to disappear and to his releif they did. He took a moment to look around. He was in what looked like a classroom. There was a letter on the desk at the front and it said ‘Dominican College Portstewart.’ It was a creepy old building esspecially in the dark, his imagination made monsters of inanimate objects.
Although he wasn’t religious he found himself staring at the crucifix hanging over the blackboard. He found himself drawn to it, compelled to approach. The school was in dead silence. Drip. A single drop echoed, breaking through the queit. Andi walked closer. Something was not right about this. The crucifix didn’t look right. Drip. Something was sticking out of it. Drip. The drops were getting louder as he approached. He could begin to see it now. Thhere was a spear stuck through Jesus’ chest. Drip. Something was dripping from the spear. Andi didn’t hang around to find out what it was. He ran to the entrance and found it locked. That wasn’t possible. It was open literally a minute ago. He pulled it harder and rattled loudly. It wouldn’t budge. His mind began to race. How was it locked? Who did it? Why?

He felt something against his leg. Then he heard a ring. It was only his phone. He answered grateful to hear a friendly voice.
‘Thank God, you phoned.’ He said desperately.
You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain. It is against the rules.’ An unfamilar voice answered. It sounded dignified but there was an unmistakable and somehow undefinable threat.
‘Who is this?’ Andi asked fearfully.
I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. I am dying to meet you, though I suggest you hurry. Those others don’t take kindly to trespassers.’ The voice said hanging up. Andi was filled with dread. There was a tap. Sounded like a shoe hitting the floor. IN the distance the moon shone and illuminated the end of the corridor. This was where the sound had come from. A skeletal hand grasped the corner. No it was thinner than bone somehow. Then a head appeared. It was covered, a long hood drooped over its face to obscure its features. Its torso was thinner than Andi’s arm. This thing was not human. This thing should not be alive. It extended its arm and pointed an unnaturally long finger at Andi.
He wanted to run. There was only classrooms on either side of him. The door behind him was locked. The only way out was toward the creature. He was terrified but he dashed as fast as he could. The creature matched him. Its movements erratic and unpredictable. It was fast. Faster than him. He wasn’t going to make it. He just managed to reach the corner first. There was a burning pain in his back as it clawed at him. He pushed on to a set of double doors in front of him. He felt his shirt get tighter as it tried to claw him again, catching the fabric. At last he reached the doors and barged through. The creature fell back as the doors slammed shut and somehow locked with a satisfying click. Andi Breathed easier.

This room. This room was not right. The walls were a deep red and they writhed and squirmed as if living. The whole room was empty except a table with two chairs and a man sat behind it watching Andi intently. The man was entirely hairless, his skin almost translucent. His eyes an unnaturally deep blue.
‘Did you phone?’ Andi asked suspiciously.
‘That was my master.’ The man said, fixing his tie. ‘Have a seat.’ Andi did so.
‘What is this place?’ Andi asked, beginning to panic.
‘Empty your pockets.’The man ordered. This man, something about him rang alarm bells. Andi stood.
‘No fuck this, I’m leaving.’ He announced as he turned to leave. He was then face to face with the hooded creature. He could see it now. Its skin was as grey as a decaying corpse, no eyes, only an unnaturally large and gaping maw. It raised its fingers and saw they were as sharp as razors. It skewered him. It pinned his shoulder blade to the table. He cried out in pain/ The man looked as expressionless as ever.
‘You should follow rules. It will make things less painful.’ He said, rummaging through Andi’s pockets. The man discarded everything except a wallet and keys. ‘This is all you need.’ He said leaving. The creature withdrew its claw in one agonizing movement. Andi’s eyes screwed up in pain and he put his hand to the wound with a gasp. He opened them a moment later and the man and the creature were gone. The door was gone. All that existed now was what lay on the table. He checked his shoulder and saw a hole in it from the creatures claw. There was no blood. No blood anywhere. He stood confused and lifted his wallet in hopes of finding some sort of answer. There was nothing in it. No cards, no money. As he looked closer he noticed a small piece of paper folder inside. He took it out and opened it up.

It was a picture of his corpse.

He was laying on his back staring at the camera. There was a knife wound in his gut. It was in that dark alley, but that wasn’t possible. Was it? When he pulled his eyes away from the mind-bending sight he saw that two new identical doors had appeared. He looked at his keys and saw a key that had never been there before. It was a large Victorian style key made of copper.
He moved to the door ans inserted the key because what else could he do? He closed his eyes in anticipation as the key turned in the lock.
‘God forgive me’ He whispered. The door pushed open to a blinding light.
Ah Mister Stevenson, it is a pleasure. We have all been waiting for you. Come in don’t be afraid. I just want to talk.’ A gentleman voice said, clearly the same as the one from the phone call. Andi walked inside and the door began to creak closed. ‘You can call me Mister Lightbringer.’ The gentleman said as the door finally shut.

PS Questions by Andrew Stevenson

Time Period: Late 1990
Genre:Horror

Objects: Phone, Wallet, keys
Location: Portstewart

Purgatory

Conor didn’t know how he got here. He woke up one morning and found his bed had been replaced with cold hard dirt, and his house with wilderness. It had been a lonely few weeks with silence as his only companion. The longer he stayed here alone the more it seemed like some kind of purgatory.

He salvaged whatever supplies he could, quite alot of things ended up on the beach. Conor never questioned why, he was just thankful for it. However those supplies were now running low. He grabbed the one tool he had salvaged from a small boat wreck, a harpoon. It had proved itself invaluable, and now it was going to help him hunt. Conor Power, great hunter of beasts.

Two hours later he decided that every beast on this Island could go fuck itself. So far he had managed to spear a suspicious bush, miss a furry blur by a few feet and make himself bleed when he dropped the harpoon. So he dejectedly headed to the beach hoping that there was something there.

Then he saw it. Some black shape swimming in the sea, close to the beach too. It was big nearly the size of him. He tied a rope to the end of his harpoon and raised it to throw. He took aim. He threw with all his might and it plunged into the water. There was splashing and the water turned red. He was so excited he could barely contain it and all it took was one strong pull to get it out of the water.

It was an odd looking fish, its body was a shiny black, almost like rubber. It had some kind of black seaweed on its head that looked alot like hair. It looked as if its tail was spilt in two with two flippers… that was when Conor put the peices together.

‘What the fuck!’ The lady in the wetsuit screamed. Grabbing the harpoon embedded in her shoulder.

Shit!’ Conor said, with his jaw hanging open. She was actually very pretty, apart from the seaweed and blood.

‘Stop staring and help me!’ She ordered. He grabbed her and carried her to her hideout. She lost conscousness about halfway there.

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He had wrapped and cleaned the wound, he had even picked the seaweed out of her hair. Thankfully the harpoon had hit her in the shoulder so there was no major organs hit. It was just his luck though. The first person he had seen in months was a beautiful woman who he had penetrated. Not in the good way either. She opened her eyes and looked at him with blinding indifferance.

‘You are an idiot.’ She said simply.

‘You’re fine quit complaining.’ He answered grumpily

‘Attempted murder is a reasonable complaint.’ She said.

‘Manslaughter at best.’ Conor said pouting. He handed her a warm can of lilt. She looked at it with disgust.

‘Surely water would be better?’ She asked

‘Sugar will do you good.’ He explained. She reluctantly took the tin and took a swallow. Her face screwed up at first taste. ‘Don’t worry its just like that because its warm.’ He waited a moment until she tried another swallow. ‘and expired.’ He added. She looked at him with murder in her eyes. ‘Joking. I dunno if it’s in date or not. lost track of time in here.’ He said seriously. she looked at him with genuine concern for the first time.

‘Have you been here alone?’ She asked

‘It’s been weeks, months maybe.’ He answered. She was stunned into silence, that seemed horrible, then again this man did stab her. ‘I’ll go get us some food.’ he said leaving. For the first time she looked at him with a sympathy and the beginnings of affection.

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 Conor had hoped that someone else to talk to would have made the hellish Island more barable but it just turned out to be one more mouth to feed. He had some tinned soup- that he was keeping that he had to break out. He heated it and served it to her. She ate hungrily without thanks, as usual. It didn’t take her long to finish it, silently. She still didn’t thank him. Instead she picked up a small golden wrapper and looked at it quizically.

‘Ferrero Rocher?’ She asked him.

‘Yeah?’ He answered a little confused.

‘They look and taste like squirell shit.’ She stated. He was hardly surprised to hear her say something else negative.

‘I hadn’t eaten in days when I found them. I’d have eaten squirell shit  to stop the hunger pains.’ He answered with a faint tone of anger. She looked guilty.

‘I…’ She seemed like she was about to apologise then she saw the bandage and her face became a less soft. ‘I’m Jessica.’ She said, offering her good hand.

‘Conor.’ he said taking it. The rest of the day passed more pleasantly.

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The days were uncomfortably hot but the nights were almost freezing. Jessica woke up with a chill even through her shabby blankets. The cold was peircing. She wrapped herself in the blankets even tighter. Her anger was rekindled. She, like Conor, didn’t know how she came to be here but it was his fault she was in pain and trapped in this bed.

She looked around to find him and throw her scorn at him. She couldn’t see him at first glance. When she looked around more carefully she saw him. He was crumpled at the foot of the bed with no blanket of his own and nothing but his dirty, torn clothes to protect him from the cold. An icy wind blew and he shivered involuntarily and wrapped his arms around himself. Jessica’s heart melted.

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Conor woke up the next day feeling half frozen. He had never been so glad of the blistering heat that invaded his hideout.

‘You’re finally up.’ She said. He wasn’t sure if she was being cheeky or he was just frustrated from his poor sleep but he finally snapped at her.

‘I’m sorry I hit you but doesn’t give you the right to act like an ungrateful bitch.’ He moaned. To his shock Jessica stood and advanced on him. She seized him by the shirt. He closed his eyes and prepared to be assaulted. Her head moved towards him. Then they kissed. It was gentle at first, then more passionatly, eventually they kissed so hard it hurt. She pulled away looking embarassed.

‘Thank you. I don’t mean to say horrible things to you.’ She said.

From that moment on the Island turned from Purgatory to Paradise.

 

PS: Questions by Conor Power

Genre: Romcom

Time period:1940s

Location: The Island from Lost

Objects:Harpoon ,Tin of lilt, ferrero Rocher wrapper