Fro's - The Mind of a Jenius

[Fro]

I've finally decided to make my own thread showcasing some of my work. None of it is amazing by any means. I'm no genius when it comes to writing and I never said that I was. :P

Anyway, if you notice that I'm in the middle of posting a story please wait until I'm finished. Please leave comments on anything, correct anything you find wrong, give advice, give opinions, reviews, etc... Welcome into the mind of a "jenius".

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Characters:

Victor (trying to rise back to the top)
Fetti Cinni (Victor's side kick)
Norm Hick (kid)
The Don (Not all there)
Cathy Hick (the mother)
Hobo (not all there)

Scene 1

(Dons Office)

The Don - (Inaudible talking)

(Body guard 1 enters)

Body Guard 1 - Don, McDonalds hasn't been paying their protection.

The Don - I'm with somebody talk to Tony

(Victor Enters)

Victor - You wanted to see me?

The Don - We have a slight problem, there's no mayonnaise on this sandwich.

Body Guard 1 - Sir, your condition...

The Don - I would shoot you now, but I'm running out of family. As I was saying you're out of the family business, Victor. Apparently, that incident with chicken feathers at the family's annual party didn't go over too well.

Victor - I thought this was about mayonnaise.

The Don - Don't change the subject. You're out, but you'll still have work. (Don hands Victor paper) Cathy Hick...

Victor (interrupts) - You want me to whack her?

The Don - Do not discuss your personal desires with me. She has a kid. You get to play nanny. Call the number and shell give you the time and place. Get out.

(Victor leaves)

(Don takes bite of sandwich)

Scene 2 (Next day)

(In city)

(Victor walking down sidewalk encounters a hobo)

Hobo - four times fifteen pieces is not...

Victor - What the hell did you say..?

Hobo - No I didn't!! Leprechaun! (Points at a dancing leprechaun)(Hobo laughs hysterically)

(Victor looks but there isn't anything there)

(Victor keeps walking to pay phone)

(Victor looks at paper)

Victor - Damn long distance..

Hobo -(passes by) Armageddon!!

(Victor dials number)

Cathy Hick - Put the hose down! Hello?

Victor - You have a job for me? You need a babysitter right?

Cathy - You have my address... pick him up at 7 P.M. And try to avoid where I work the corner of 5th and Maple. Oh, by the way, it's his birthday today so give him a good time. And don't forget to give him his pills he tends to get light headed every now and then. Later.

(Victor hangs up. He turns to exit phone booth.)

Hobo - (pushing his face against glass door) Bwahh... Zombies, they got me... Go on I'll be infected soon. (Hobo falls on sidewalk and spasms.)

(Victor takes alcohol bottle out of hobo's pocket. Takes a swig, looks at his watch and walks away. )

Scene 3

(Shows Fetti watching TV in recliner. Reaches down and starches his ass. He passes out. Surrounded by beer and cheese)

Scene 4

7:00 p.m. (in front of Cathys)

Victor pulls up on moped, gets off. Walks up to door and rings doorbell.

Cathy - You must be the guy.

Victor - That's me.

Norm - (walks into door) Mom where's my Mr. Robo Guy?

(Flashes back to Cathy cramming Mr. Robo Guy down toilet.)

Cathy (in flash back) - Goddamnit flush!!

Cathy - (present) I don't know Honey.. I gotta go

Norm - (excited and energetic) Oh my god oh my god! Do you know what today is?

(looking at calendar which reads "Tuesday the 25th", takes out liquor bottle) Uh.. Friday?

Norm - NO NO NO NO NO! It's my birthday! I have a cake! My mommy made it!
(both go into kitchen, cake is sitting on table. Camera cuts to cake, which has hair and cigarette butts in it)

Norm - My mommy said it was ber-bun flavored. And she said if I don't eat it then she'll have to give it to Sparkles.

(Camera cuts to reveal a three-legged dog with no tail.)

Victor - Cute dog kid. (Pulls out a cigarette) where's a lighter?

Norm - They're up in the no-no door. Mommy said that I can't have the lighter because what happened to the wooden man last time.

(flashback to living room. Shows a man with a wooden aesthetic leg talking to Cathy. Norm has a lighter.)

Cathy (flash back)- Yea, it'll be 70 bucks after we're through. Any requests during will cost extra.
(Norm crawls up to "wooden man" and lights his leg on fire)

Norm - (present) Wanna pet my chipmunk? (holds up a rat) I found him in my sheets this morning. Mommy says he's a gift from god.

Victor - Your mom says a lot huh kid?

Norm - Yea, especially when she drinks a guy named Mr. Daniels, he lives in a bottle.

Norm - I want my cake. I'm hungry and it's my birthday. (Sets his rat on table) Cake Cake Cake Cake!

Victor - Okay, kid. Calm down. Where is the no no door so I can get a lighter? (Victor and Norm exit
dining room into kitchen. Rat knocks a nearby bottle of Mr. Daniels liquor onto cake.)

(cuts to kitchen with Norm and Victor)

Norm - (pointing) It's way up there. Mommy says there's a magical lock on it so I can't get into it while she was working or upstairs watching horror movies.

Victor - Horror movies?

Norm - yeah, she usually has a man over and they go upstairs. See she doesn't tell me that they watch horror movies but I know, because I can hear them scream.

Victor - Hmph...

(removes magic lock (twisty tie) from the cupboard door handles) (Inside cupboard is a wad of money, some nose hair clippers, and a Mr. Happy Face lighter)

Victor - Here we god.

(Takes lighter into dining room... removes bottle from the cake. Norm sits in chair in front of cake. Victor lights candles on cake)

(Cell phone rings)

(Victor turns away from cake and Norm, who has a big smile on his face)

Fetti Cinni - Vick? Fetti. Hey man, I need your help. I got my hand stuck in my ass again.

(meanwhile candle falls into cake and sets it ablaze. Norm goes cross-eyed and passes out into the fire)

Victor - Oh c'mon man I'm busy... How'd you do it this time.

Fetti - I dunno man! I woke up, and it was in there and in there good. I mean like, I'm playing tug-o-war with my colon right now.

Victor - Okay, I'll be taking this kid to the batting cages around nine. Meet me there.

Fetti - But I don't know where the - (Victor hangs up phone) (Victor turns and faces Norm, who is on fire)

Victor - Damn!

(Hobo looks in window)

Hobo - AHHHH! (Hobo's right eye droops, hobo falls over)

(victor picks Norm's head up out of flaming cake, slams head against table to extinguish the flames)

(After flames are put out, Victor searches for Cathy's cell phone number. Finds it underneath rat, rat droppings are scattered about)

(Dials number)

Random male voice over phone - Oh, you like dat?

Cathy - (in bored voice) - Oh yea.. that's great...

(inaudible male voice being heard throughout call)

Victor - Uh, Cathy? You busy?

Cathy - oh, no. He's keeping himself entertained pretty well.

Victor - Hey, uh, Norm.. passed out on the.. uh.. couch, Um, what do I need to do to wake him up?

Cathy - Have you tried slapping him a bit?

(flashback to Victor banging Norm's head off table to put out flames)

Victor - Uh, yeah I'm pretty sure that's not gonna do it.

Cathy - Just ring the bell on the table twice then.

(Voice turns away from phone)

Cathy - You wanna play rough?!

Random male - Oh god! No! Nooooo!

(Victor hangs up)

(walk over to table and rings bell twice)

(Sparkles walks over to Norm and licks face)

Norm - AHHHHHHH!

(grab's dog's leg and rips it off"

(Hobo in window)

Hobo - Ahhhhh! (Left eye looks up while right is still looking down)(Falls over again)

(Dog is expressionless and tips over)

(Hobo running around with a cape and boxers on)

Scene 5

(Batting Cages)

(Norm has bandages on his head)

Norm - I'm bored, bored, bored, bored, borrreeeddd!

Victor - Go cut some paper or something. I'll be back.

(Victor goes to the paying booth, Hobo is in it)

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Victor - Her can I get some uh, tok-uh, what are you doing?

Hobo - Dinner Dinner Dinner good chicken

(hobo is cooking a boot over a fire on the counter, flips the boot.. )(Token laying next to a gas can)
(victor takes

(Victor returns to Norm whos hand is impaled by scissors. Threes no paper anywhere)

Scene 6

(Inside Batting cages)

(Norms hand is bandaged with scissors still inside it)

Victor - Lets see if I still got it from high school load up that mutha.

(Norms loads pitching machine, hand with scissors get caught in launch tube)

Norm - Ahhhh!!!

(Hand gets pitched, Victor hits it with bat. Hand hits Norm in face)

(Breaks glasses), (Norm falls asleep)

Victor - Yeah! Home Run!

(Cuts to Hobo eating boot, drinking a canister of gasoline)

Hobo - Dancing Pineapples!

(Shows booth exploding)

(Cuts back to batting cages. Fetti is there he is wearing a cheese hat)

Fetti - You ready to take care of my problem?

(Norm is still sleeping)

(Victor and Fetti go to the car, Vic ties Fetti's submerged hand to cars muffler)

(Victor starts up car and pulls hand out of ass)

(Fetti is grasping the remote)

Fetti - Hmm.. I guess it would have been easier if I would have let go

Victor - Yeaaa...

(Victor heads back to get Norm, Norm is gone, hand is still laying there)

(Victor looks around and spots Norm in the distance)

(Norm is scared by a shadow and runs towards hobo thinking it's his mom)

Norm - Mommy!

Hobo - Grandpa!

Victor - Nooooooooooooo!

Fetti - What?

Victor - ..Nothing

[Fro]

Deceptive Harmony

I needed to move, to get out of there, but if I was too sudden with my actions then I would very well be ending my life. Four sentries were closing in and I didn't have the self-confidence to take on one demon, let alone four at a time. A simple miscalculation in my step and the racket that I cause would bring these beasts bearing down on my location. I'd never outrun them and the chances of killing them was near impossible. I had to find some way to get them to bypass my location and allow me to have a chance to sneak away, but how? Their sense of smell was keen, their watchful eyes could easily pick up any small movements, their sense of hearing was so precise that I was afraid they could hear my thoughts, and their physical abilities were unworldly. They were getting close and they were moving quickly. Then there was nothing, just silence and that feeling that you get when you know somebody is sneaking up on you, but none of your five senses have picked it up. I just felt it; the end. The screech of metal scraping and cutting through the car door that had been against my back filled my ear, but only for a short period of time. Purely out of instinct, my body threw itself forward and I started to run. My right hand grasped at my right earlobe, but found no target.

"The mother fucker cut my ear off!"

There was no time for pain. In fact, I should have been dead by now, but it didn't matter; I'd be dead within seconds if I didn't turn and fight now. That feeling again: a feeling similar to electricity moving through my body like lightning about to hit nearby. My body instinctively ducked and I heard the swish of air warping above my head as bloody steel passed over, nearly taking my head along with it. It was my only chance; I needed to act right away and maybe I could still take one of the bastards with me. By the time I was about to finished the swipe of my sword, the demon had turned around and taken the blade directly in its throat. A twist and a rip and I had beheaded the foul beast.

"No time to get cocky, there are still three more and by all the goddamn noise you made there are probably more where they came from."

As if my own thoughts narrated my life the three beasts were upon me within moments. There really wasn't any running that time. I had to stay and fight. Dying wasn't an option and the only way to stay alive was to end the lives of the demons in front of me. They stood side by side, snarling, trying to wear me down with fear before they even moved in. The one in the middle motioned to the other two to stay back.

"Great, I have a better chance this way."

The creature made an expression that I could only make out as a grin as it prepared for battle. Slowly, it crept towards me, ever so confident that I had no chance. Probably I didn't. I had only killed one for the first time moments ago and that in itself was an incredible task. The beast charged me and for a moment two pieces of metal clanged together in a sound that most soldiers would hear if they were lucky enough to engage and block the first swing before their immediate death. The earth moved away from below as the blow threw me to the ground. I swung my sword on the way down as an act of desperation, but wasn't rewarded with the solid blow that I had hoped for. Instead, my sword seemed to bounce off of the hard, scaly substance that made up the demon's hide. My back hit the ground first, with my head following close behind as it cracked against the ground. With my vision blurred I struggled to my feet, awaiting my inevitable death, or so I thought.

They did nothing. I couldn't believe it. There was an open gash over the left eye of the one that had attacked me, but it showed no pain as the wound slowly closed up in seconds.

I stood there, ready to protect myself in any way that I could, just waiting. The monster threw a grin in my direction, turned around, and left with his two companions. I stood there in silence for around thirty seconds or so. After the demons had walked about twenty feet they took off on a run, letting me live. Never did they show mercy, even if it meant killing a woman or a child, but for some odd reason they had let me go. I figured it was some sort of trap or trick that they were playing on me, but it didn't matter. I needed to get the message to the resistance as fast as possible, whether it meant fighting my way through a trap or not. Standing there wasn't going to get me any further; that much was for sure.

It was probably only a mile left to the last encampment and I knew the territory well. I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. Is ignorance truly bliss? I was ignorant once, and, come to think of it, life had been so good, but bliss it was not. For something to be bliss it needs to be heavenly and happy. Nothing could be blissful if it created so much destruction and that's exactly what our ignorance caused. In front of me laid the remains of men, women, children, and even a few of the demons. It looked like the entire camp had been destroyed. For all that I knew it was the last human civilization left outside the camp that I just had come from. I thought that I had made it in time and that the demons that I had just encountered were a scout team, but they must have been a small group patrolling for any survivors. From the look of the total carnage in front of me, they had done their job.

"Wait, is somebody there?"

I had probably given myself away, but that sound was so human. I heard a whimper or perhaps a whisper. Approximately twenty feet to my right I saw a small section of land lifted up. Suddenly my vision blurred and for the first time I remembered about the blood running down the side of my face. After falling to my knees, a silhouette with seemingly human eyes appeared and carried me away.

"Come quickly, down into the earth before they come back and find us."

I was being carried down a crudely made tunnel with just enough light at the end of it to make our way through. Those carrying me found their way around a root that used to be attached to a tree and just around the next corner was a compartment big enough to fit fifty or so people. Women, children, and men cluttered the far corner in fear, in which I assumed was caused by the massacre up above. For a moment there was silence as the empty faces looked towards our direction. My blurred vision turned black and I drifted off into a deep sleep, one that part of me wished I wouldn't wake up from.

[Fro]

The sun was shining and I was walking my dog in the nearby park outside my apartment. Children were playing basketball in a nearby court, yelling at each other for a foul that someone committed. All around me the sounds of cars and other unforgotten noises bounced and echoed off of the towering buildings. I was back in a time where the only thing I had to worry about was not getting to work on time or my favorite TV series being cancelled. A time where I wish I wouldn't have taken things for granted like I had. I hear my name being called from the left and I see my wife smiling and waving. I try to run to her, but the chain gives an unnatural resistance. I turn to look at my dog, yet find nothing but rotten flesh and bones hanging from a collar.

"No.. no.. no..."

My body starts to shake, but I have time. I can still save her, I know I can. I drop the leash and I run as fast as I can towards my wife, but no matter how hard I try to run I'm barely making any ground.

"So... so close... please God let me make it."

She calls my name one more time and reaches. Just as our finger tips are about to touch the ground opens up and claws start tearing at her skin. Clawing, pulling, and killing her. Everywhere around me there's death. The children that were once yelling about a foul in their game were now having their limbs being torn apart by creatures. The demon that had just murdered my wife now stands in front of me. I want nothing more than to make him suffer. I claw at his face with my own hands just to find that he wasn't a demon at all, but instead a man. He was... he was me...

It felt like my heart had just left my chest. I sat up in a dead sweat from the nightmare. The women next to me put her hand behind my head and carefully helped me back to the ground.

"Not too fast, you've lost a lot of blood. Have some water, it's our last, but we won't be needing it... Your wound has been cleaned and bandaged."

I turned to the man that had led me down the tunnel as he seemed to be the one in command.
"Sir, I have a message from the north, but apparently I'm too. Our camp was attacked by scouts and we noticed a small group moving in this direction to your encampment."

"Yes, your message was too late, but even if we had been prepared it wouldn't have mattered. We only numbered around one hundred or so people, but now we are down to a mere thirty four. We got as many people as we could underground, but there just wasn't enough time. Ahem... what are the results from the northern battle front?"

The man was choking back his emotions. I knew the feeling that he had because it was the same feeling that we all had every second of our remaining lives. No matter how hard we tried, how hard we fought, and how hard we wanted to come out of this victorious, it didn't matter. For every demon we killed, three more would replace it. Hell, if we hadn't stood a chance when we had guns and missiles, we surely didn't have a chance fighting with crude melee weapons. If we were lucky enough we would find one of the demons' swords lying around, but these were few and far in between, showing the small amount of success that we actually had killing them.

"I don't know. We had just repelled a small group of about thirty demons. They didn't attack in full force, but we still had major causalities. I was sent out before there was a head count, but I would say we had around twice as many people left as you have here. "

"You've had a long journey. I would offer you some food, but all was lost in the battle up. We could use another hand here. Would you be willing to stay?"

I really had no reason to go back. Most of my friends had died months ago and I had no family to speak of. I tried not to get attached to people because chances were they weren't going to be alive for very long.

"Yeah, I'll stay. I have nothing to return to anyway."

A sudden crash echoed through the tunnel that I had been carried through. I had nothing to return to and by the sound I had just heard there might not be anything left there as well. Random whimpers of concern and fear filled the corridor. I stood up with the sword by my side. We had a chance in such a small area. They would have to funnel through the only tunnel and we could fight them one at a time. A claw exposed itself from the opening of the tunnel, followed the by the red, scaled skin of an arm, and a hideous face, a face that I had once seen. It was the demon I sliced open earlier, the scar covering its left eye. I should have known better, they weren't just letting me go. They had tricked me into leading them to the rest of the survivors.

"Well come on you son of a bitch, what are you waiting for? You want me to slice you open again?"

I screamed at it like I would to a wild animal, but unlike a wild animal there was no point in trying to intimidate it. They had never shown fear before and there was no reason for them to show it now. It stepped closer; one step, two steps, and surveyed the room. Just as I was ready to move in it surrendered its sword.

"The population is under control. You are the only remaining humans left on Earth. It's over."

The room was filled with confusion from each direction that seemingly collected and grew as the seconds ticked by. We never knew they could speak in the first place, but on top of that it had talked about the slaughtering as some sort of population control. I demanded to know what in the world was going on and I wasn't quite ready to set my sword down. In fact, I was almost certain it was some kind of trick where it was just toying with our emotions before it ended our lives.

"What the fuck do you mean? You talk as if you were doing us a fucking favor, but you've done nothing but destroy and kill us."
"I understand your confusion and your anger, but we were only doing our job. If the human population continued to advance at its rate then the world would have been destroyed."

Yells came from the far corner of the room where people were still clinging to, in a desperate attempt to gain as many inches between them and the beast as possible.

"How can you say that? You've destroyed everything!"

"Don't trust the beast, its evil!"

"Kill it! This is just a trick!"

I knew not to trust it, but I almost heard sincerity within its words. I needed to hear it out before any actions were taken. The beast took a seat on a nearby rock and continued.

"We only destroyed the parts of the world that we needed to. We needed the get the human population down to a specific number and we have accomplished this goal. What we have destroyed can be restored, but if we would have let you continue to ravish and take advantage of the world it would have died. Your technology was making the land unlivable. What humans forget is they are a very small portion of the bigger picture of the world. You may think I'm evil, but don't think of us as bad. I know this sounds very hard to understand, but the universe isn't as black and white as good and evil. We are merely the opposite of light. Without us light wouldn't exist and without light we wouldn't exist. It's all about a continuing balance between things in nature and in the universe itself. Humans were shifting this balance and making it lopsided. We needed take care of it in the only way that we knew how."

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I continued my intimidating voice, but not in fear, but in anger and realization of what the beast was telling us.

"You could have... I don't know... tried telling us, you know!"

"We've tried that. We tried it approximately three hundred to four hundred times already. Some civilizations were by far superior than yours was and some were much more primitive, but the end result was always the same. We were tired of trying to prevent the inevitable from happening so we moved right on to solving the problem. Eliminating the human population to the point where the world could recover and give the humans a fair chance at trying again. You guys mark the thousandth time we've had to do this. Like I said before, it was nothing against you as a species. It was all about maintaining a balance."

For some reason I believed it. Before this happened the world was in very rough shape. We had ruined a large section of the oceans with pollution and oil spills, our air was severely polluted, and large sections of the forest had been cut down.

"Well, what now?" I said softly.

"That's up to you guys. Try to prevent the inevitable from happening once again by teaching everyone about us, but along with this you must teach people about the technology and the power that it can create. On the other hand you can attempt to keep the population down and stick to a strict life style where you live in harmony with the world. This would prevent you from teaching people about technology and therefore give no reason to speak about us and the events here. I warn you though. No matter what you do the inevitable will always happen."

"But... but... we can always try..." a child's voice from the corner of the room chipped in with.

The beast gave the same grin that it had given me earlier when it had let me live as it started towards the tunnel.

"I wish you humans the best."

We stood there in silence for the longest time after it had left. Eventually people started murmuring about things and discussing what had just been told to us. There were still those who thought it was some sort of trick to lure us out into a trap. I knew there was only one way to find out. Sword in hand I made my way through the tunnel that I had been carried through before, climbing and pushing the rubble out of the way leading to the opening of the tunnel. I witnessed something that I hadn't seen for years besides in my dreams. The clouds of soot had cleared and the sun was shining. All of the human bodies remained, but any sign or trace of the demon creatures couldn't be found. They had left as promised and now it was our turn to make sure they would never have to return.

[Fro]

This story was for a competition where you had to create two stories that went together. The catch was the first story could only be 20 words. No more, no less, exactly 20 words.

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Story 1 - Revelation Extinction

A person once said, "Men don't completely understand what true darkness is until they are left alone in complete seclusion."

Story 2 - Revelation Extinction / Part 1

April 14th, 2009

It happened so fast, but at the same time managed to last a life time. It was like time itself didn't even exist, at least not in a way comprehensible by the human brain. We were all just sitting in the lounge playing pool like we would on any other Tuesday night when the unthinkable happened. The ground opened up in a deafening roar. They poured out by the thousands in one fluent motion like a sea of darkness. Not one looked exactly the same, but many had the same common attributes. Boney sharpened claws, dark rotten flesh, and a mouth of razor sharp teeth that made me cringe just thinking about them. They struck so fast that nobody really had a chance to realize what was going on. Even if we did have the time, we still wouldn't have known what the phenomenon happening in front of us truly was.

Nick and I headed towards our room, but once we had reached our destination, we heard the crashing sound of shattering glass through the door. We knew that one of those things were inside. I just ran with no idea where to go. I noticed that the door of the study lounge that separates the male and female sections was slightly ajar. Before my mind could catch up to my body, I found myself running towards the door. I threw it open and entered the lounge, with Nick following close behind. As soon as he flung his body into the room, I forced the door shut. Without giving ourselves a chance to rest, we quickly took some of the desks in the room and fortified the only door to the room. I quickly glanced around the room, looking for other things to barricade. There was only one window, which was too small for anything to get through. Regardless, we took a metal bed frame that was stored in the corner and blocked the window, further bracing it with one of the remaining desks.

And then we sat. We didn't talk to each other and I doubt we thought of much. It was nearly impossible to think as everything was being drowned out by the ferocious howls of the monsters and screams of horror and pain. As the night went on went the sounds lessened and lessened. Whether it was due to the receding adrenaline from my body or because of the lack of noise, I reconnected with my thoughts and my mind started to race. As the night grew quieter with each additional hour that ticked by, I started asking myself questions. Was this happening everywhere? Was my family dead? When would we be rescued? Were we even going to be rescued? These thoughts, accompanied by hundreds of others, repeated in my head over and over.

I did manage to go to sleep though I never believed that I would or even could. I quietly searched the room to get familiar with my surroundings. It's probably something that I should have done the night before, but exhaustion and shock probably wasn't letting my mind think straight. There really wasn't much in the room, actually. There was a mirror on the wall opposite of the door, two chairs, a couch, a couple of extra bed frames, the desks that used to barricade the door and window, and a table. On top of the table there were a few scattered papers with chemistry notes written on them. Those are the papers that I'm writing on now. I figured that if these beasts were ever stopped or that I had ever gotten through this event alive that some sort of documentation could be beneficial. Not to mention that it kept my mind busy long enough not to go insane. A loud crash from down the hall made Nick jump out of his sleep in a violent manner.

April 15th, 2009

We hear the cry of people dying less and less as time goes on. We haven't dared risk a look outside the window, but I could only imagine what the scene would look like. When I think about it the memories of the night before flood my mind. People having their limbs being torn off, almost as the creatures were making a game of it. The tossing of bloody limbs and people back and forth, making people suffer before they died. There was also the terrible smell of death that seemed to surround us more and more as the day went on. Just the thought of it made me want to vomit, but with each time I somehow managed to choke the vile impulse back.

Nick and I had finally spoken, but we did it quietly and sparsely, in fear that we would compromise our position. We talked about where these things could have come from. It could have been a species that lived underground and had finally found its way to the earth's surface. Perhaps it was a government experiment gone wrong or a terrorist attack. That's what my brain told me, but my heart told me something else. What if these creatures were actually demons from hell? Of course, this brought the next set of logical questions to my head. Why, and why now? What made this time so special? Perhaps hell had reached its population limit? If so, what better place to move on to then where the source of its population was coming from in the first place? It would be like killing two birds with one stone.

Before the night we figured that we had a pretty bad problem on our hands. In the rush to find shelter we hadn't thought of getting food or water. Even if we would have thought about it at the time we wouldn't have had access to any supplies. We'd have to venture out eventually if we wanted to stay alive. Our room wasn't more than twenty feet from our location, but that twenty feet might as well been twenty miles. We had no clue what would be in the hall or in the room itself. However, we knew that we had to do it and there wasn't any time like the present. Frankly, we didn't even know if there would be a tomorrow.

April 16th, 2009

Nick died today.

[Fro]

Story 2 - Revelation Extinction / Part 2

May 4th, 2009

I've finally found the will to write again. God, the horror that I saw once we left the room was unbearable. We had to venture out for some sort of food to stay alive. The trip only resulted in one of us staying alive though. Was it really worth it?

We moved the desks away from the door as quietly as we could. While the area always smelled horrible, once we opened the door, it engulfed us. The air was thick with the smell of a misty blood, and pieces of what used to be parts of human bodies were splattered against floor and wall alike. The room wasn't far, but I couldn't have gotten there any sooner. I unlocked the door and peered into the room. The window had been shattered in and the inside of the room had looked the same as the hallway we had just come from. We didn't dare look out the window to see what the world had become. There wasn't any time for it, anyway. Nick shut the door behind us and we started to gather supplies.

What we wanted more than food was water. We had a new unopened case of bottled water in the room so we threw it in my dirty clothes bin. We then proceeded to put in all of the food that would fit. I non-verbally agreed to carry the supplies as Nick would lead the way opening the door to the study lounge for me. We turned one corner and had a straight stretch to the study lounge. As soon as we reached the door it swung open seemingly on itself. One of the beasts was already inside, waiting for us. Its claws ripped for Nick's face as he was thrown down to the ground. I didn't even attempt to save him, but God I wish I would have died trying. I got inside the room and threw the door shut as fast as I could. I scrambled to get enough desks up against the door to stop anything from getting through. Nick screamed on the other side of the door. He didn't exactly scream for my help, but I realized that he didn't want help to live, but he wanted help to die faster.

After the screaming had ended, I spent the next couple of hours crying. I beat my fists against the floor and the wall, Nick's scream for help repeating over and over in my head. Why the hell hadn't the beast taken me instead? Why hadn't he killed both of us? Had we made too much noise moving the obstacles from the door, or had the creatures knew we were there all along? I came to the conclusion that it had only killed one of us as some sort of sick game. In reality, what better way to make someone suffer than taking the lives of everyone they love? The pain by far exceeded any physical torture I could have gone through.

I did finally muster up the stomach to eat the day after he died. A part of me thought that he wouldn't have wanted me to save him, as deep down in his heart because he knew I would have died with him. At least this is what I told myself, because it slightly helped me cover up the tremendous amount of pain that I was in. But still his screams echoed in my head. When I do manage to fall asleep I am only woken up with this scene of horror. To pass the time, I tried to figure out what to do after this food and water have ran out, but I couldn't think of any possible scenario that would get me to a location with food and back to my safe haven without dying. On top of that, I would also have to leave through the door where Nick had died, and I don't think that I'll ever be ready to deal with that situation. Time will only tell, but I'm afraid of exactly what it's going to tell me.

May 7th, 2009

It's odd how weak humans are as a species. At one time I would have thought we were the dominant species and almost a vital part of the world. My desire to live was completely dependent on having another person here with me. Now that I have nobody I have lost this desire. I studied myself in the mirror for the longest of time today and what I saw wasn't a man anymore. I saw no emotion whatsoever. Doesn't that make me the same as those creatures out there? I'd like to believe that they didn't have emotion, and now neither did I. When this whole thing started I was afraid, confused, and saddened. When Nick died, I was angry at myself for being such a coward and not dying by his side. I even wanted to take my own life, but I now know I can't do that because I don't feel alive anymore.

But now I don't feel anything. I don't want to be sad. I don't want to be happy. I don't want to be angry, and I don't want to be content. I don't want to live and I don't want to die. I don't want anything. I do find it kind of ironic that as the rest of my last piece of paper is being consumed with my thoughts that I have finally given up on this thing called life. I had once said that this was all happening because hell had become overpopulated. Now that hell has moved onto Earth, where will it go next or is this its final destination? There are many questions that I can't answer right now, but what I do know is that I have lost all desire to survive. I now know what true darkness is.

[Fro]

Okay, feel free to post. I'm not going to post any more stories until tomorrow sometime. I'll see if I can't find time to get two more stories up. If anyone leaves reviews, opinions, or whatnot I'll be more than willing to return the favor to them as well. :)

[Fro]

Title: Tranquility
Word Count: 1,240
Genre: A day in the life of Pico

The screams echoed through my ears and pierced the inner sanction of my mind. I manage to pick my head up and take a gaze at my blood soaked hands. The dead bodies of my classmates and teachers were scattered across the floor.

"You have to push forward Pico... you can't give up now..."

And then I was running, running through a darkness that seemed to have no light, no exit, and no answer. The memories of my fallen friends raced across my mind with every step I took.

"I can't stop now... there might be a chance that someone else is still alive..."

Even though half an hour ago I was surrounded, with the voices of my peers, there was now nothing but distant gun fire and the occasional scream of pain.

"There has to be someone hiding somewhere... I know it..."

I continue to run through the agony and then I'm falling. I'm falling into the deepest pit of despair and blackness. I brace myself for the landing and suddenly...

"Pico! You're going to be late to school!"

I never seemed to finish the nightmare. The memories of the school shooting still haunted me to this day. It was a year after the event and at this pace I would never forget about it. I was the hero, though, I couldn't show that it had bothered me. People may not view me the way they do now if they knew how much it has affected me.

I managed to crawl out of bed and gather up some clothes that seemed to be clean. At least they passed the "smell the clothes" examination that I put them through.

"It's just another day Pico... just another day."

That's how I was living my life now. I had to take each day as it was because I never knew how stable I was going to be heading into the day or coming out of it. One slight event or situation in school could trigger the emotional response that made me race off to the restroom to cover my emotions. I proceeded to collect my homework and staggered down the stairs.

"God damn it Pico! I'm sick of you waking up for school late! This is at least the eighth time this month where I had to take time out of my busy day and run your lazy ass to school!"

She continued her tirade, but I managed to muffle out the rest of her griping. My mother had always been this way, but after my father passed away, there was nothing to stop her. She frequently complained and bitched at every single thing with which she found fault. Thus without my father here to calm her down, it was worse than ever. She found things to complain about during the entire trip to school and it was giving me a headache. She griped about my clothes and the fact that they were still dirty. She kept bitching about how I never seem to answer her when she spoke to me. To make things worse, when I did give her a response she said I was being a cocky bastard.

"You always have to get the last word in, don't you Pico?"

I just stayed silent. It was something that became my friend. Whenever something happened at school that reminded me of that event, or whenever something happened at home with my bitch of a mother, I would just lock myself away. I would put myself in a room where nothing could hurt me. It was just me and my thoughts. I became a professional at blocking out the real world and creating my own little universe. Even pros have off days where the smallest problem can creep through though.

"Get out of my car! I don't want to see your face!"

I was used to it, so it really didn't upset me all that much. I couldn't let it bother me anyway. I was in school now, where my peers and friends looked up to me. I had to cover up my real life with something fake, just so I could get by on a day to day basis.

"Hey Pico!" "What's up Pico!"

I gave them the generic "hey" and "what's up" back, but none of these people were really my friends. In fact I hardly had any friends before I became a "hero". I didn't feel like a hero though. There were so many people that I had to kill by my own hand. I keep telling myself that it wasn't my fault, that I couldn't help those people live, but deep down inside, it always came back to me. It was like I did something to deserve this eternal living hell, but, I had no clue what it is that I could have done differently.

"Dinngggg!"

The bell rang and I was late for class as usual. Unlike my mother, my teachers didn't care if I was a few minutes late to class. I always thought that I would enjoy some sort of special treatment from my peers, but, since I was never really liked all that much, I didn't want it just because I'd done some spectacular deed; even though said deed was nothing more than massive bloodshed. I wanted it because they liked me for who I was. I couldn't even move to another school if I wanted to, because of the big deal the news had made about it. I never watched the news itself but, I always heard bits and pieces of it.

"A student named Pico was one of the lone survivors..."

"Hundreds dead in small town school..."

I shook it off and walked into the classroom.

"Nice of you to join us Pico."

I found a seat in the back of the classroom where I could daze off if I chose to do so. The chances of staying awake were greatly stacked against me.

"Alright class, who can remind me of what we were doing yesterday in class?"

It was the same old bullshit that we always went over. I didn't need to listen so I went to Plan B. It was time to close my eyes and move on. It wasn't like they could fail Mr. Pico after what I've done for everyone. I closed my eyes and listened to some nonsense about multiplying apples at some apple farm. Slowly, but surely enough I was slipping away. Darkness engulfed my vision and then I was falling into a deep trance. Complete and utter blissful silence.

"So what's the story on this one? He just sits in the corner so empty... so... peaceful..."

"Don't be fooled by how innocent this one looks. He's the kid that shot up his school about a year ago."

The two men walked by the room, making their usual rounds. A child was sitting in the corner of a padded room strapped down with restraints. The room itself was almost completely white except for the red shade of his hair. His eyes were almost completely empty, but almost peaceful. It was as if he was creating a fake persona to cover up what was really going on in his head. On the outside there was an empty shell of a boy, but on the inside, nobody could fathom what was going on. To the men walking by it didn't matter though. It was just another day.

[Fro]

Am I Alive?

"Richard Stanford, 6:04 PM on Saturday, May 29th, 2064. I'm continuing my work on the beta version of a humanoid for the United States government."

Richard carefully examined the opened abdominal section of the figure propped up before him to to figure out the next step to make this robot a fully functional being.

"I have four more wires to connect and if everything goes according to plan then it'll be shipped out by this time tomorrow."

Vigilantly, Richard continued his work. His eyelids, barely moving, were becoming very heavy from the extreme focus that his worked involved. He knew one small mistake could not only mean that the project would be scrapped, but that it also meant that he might lose his job. With the economy in shambles, a lost job could result in a lost.

Richard knew that connecting the four wires was a lot harder than it sounded. This was a new model and the interface was completely different than what he was used to. Connecting the motor skills first would render the robot unable to move and there would be no way to see if the connection had actually worked before he moved on to the next. The plan was to connect the brain cell, the basic motor skills, and then the fine motor skills, in that order.

"We have one more litt.. Ffffffff!"

Richard felt his heart stop for a split second and time seemed to freeze. He didn't exactly feel pain, but instead an emptiness, almost like death itself. There was no doubt about it; the connection was completed and he was unlucky enough to be touching the metal section of his tool when it happened.

"It was just a little shock, nothing serious."

His eyes followed the glow of the neighboring computer screen and noticed that the computer was picking up that the humanoid was now receiving information. Even though Richard worked in the environment that he did, he never seemed to get used to the fact that he spent his entire day working and talking to machines. Even at that moment he had been speaking to the voice recorder. He knew that later on the company that he was working for would be using it for future reference, but at that specific moment he was the only one truly hearing his voice. That being said, he also knew that the robot that he was working on could now hear what he was saying. Since the brain cell was connected it had the ability to hear and understand most basic things around him. Later on the government would load certain programs and he would have an infinite amount of knowledge.

"There's no point in having knowledge if you're not really alive to learn it for yourself though," he thought to himself. The thought made him chuckle. Life might be hard, but at least he could think on his own and nobody had to program him to do so. He cleared his mind and gained his focus again.
"I need a 30 minute break. I'll stop the recording and when I come back I'll continue with the basic motor skills."

He slowly stood up and plodded to the door at the back of the room that led to the bedroom setup. Since most projects couldn't be finished in one day he spent days and even weeks in the laboratory at a time. Every now and then it seemed like his permanent residence and the more time passed the more work he had to do and the less time he could spare with his family. "Hell, I wonder if my family will even remember me when I get back tomorrow," he half chuckled to himself.

He sat down on the bed that the company had supplied him, and reached over to the dresser where the lamp was located, picking up a picture of his beautiful blonde wife, Kristina, and his two wonderful daughters, Emilia and Stephanie. Since each worker had their own workstation, they could make it feel more at home by bringing some personal belongings. Richard needed nothing more than his family photos. Gazing at the portrait, he longed to be with his family, but tonight was his last night working on the humanoid, and that thought gave him the motivation to complete his work. He looked at the clock and noticed that he'd been sitting down for exactly twenty-eight minutes. It was time to get back to work.

The workstation was virtually lifeless as he made his way back to his chair. It was almost second nature to push the button for the voice recorder to begin recording and to grab his nearby tools.
"I'm back from my break and it's time to work on the basic motor skills now."

While working with the wiring, he had noticed for the first time how realistic the models actually looked. The past models always had a glossy, metallic, or plastic appearance, but this looked and felt like real human skin. In fact, if the humanoid's chest cavity wasn't open with its wires exposed, he may have actually confused it for a real person.

Another hour passed. He dabbed some of the sweat from his forehead.

"And here we have it; the basic motor skills are connected."

The arms and legs instantly began moving, and their random motions and directions made it apparent that the fine motor skills were not yet connected. He watched it for a few moments to see if everything seemed to be working according to protocol.

"Alright, it was a success. I'll be switching these off for now so I can continue my work. I'm currently connecting the fine motor skills, which should focus around his upper body. If everything goes accordingly it will gain control of its fingers and its face."

Apparently, the new model that he was working on could learn from its environment quite quickly. The last models had to be programmed to do everything, but this one could figure out much of what it needed to know, just like a person would. It could hear everything through it's ears, see everything through its eyes, and even copy the language that it detects in the room so it can interact with anyone surrounding it. Richard hesitantly took a look at the clock and was happy to see that he was still on pace to finish at the scheduled time. If he didn't meet his deadline, he would have to work unpaid overtime, one of the more unpopular mandates of the current regime. It was getting late and as usual he would have to take the bus back home in the morning after he had successfully finished preparing the shipment of the new model, assuming that nothing went wrong with it tonight.

"I'm currently finishing up the fine motor skills, and then things should get interesting."

At least things wouldn't be so quiet anymore. Each breath he took, the sparking and scraping of his tools, and other creaks had almost become part of the silence in the room. He was ready to have another interaction, even if that meant sharing a few words with this new model. He finished the third connection and flipped the switch that he had turned off earlier so the movements of the body wouldn't distract him from his work.

"And Houston, we have take off!"

In front of Richard the figure's face slowly came to life. In one fluent movement the eyes widened and the mouth opened in a similar manner to someone who has a stiff jaw. Its neck gradually turned from the right to the left as the eyes rapidly moved in a fashion that showed it was taking in its surroundings.

[Fro]

"Hello, what's your name?" it said with very human male voice.

Richard discontinued his work for a few seconds to register what had just happened. All of the previous models had never talked to him unless they were spoken to first. Even then it usually needed to be a question or a specific generic command that it had already been programmed with.
"I guess all the talk about you being the next best thing had some merit. I'm used to the machine waiting for any reaction from me before there are any interactions. Anyway, I'm Richard and I've just about finished making you work."

"It's nice to meet you Richard. I don't have a name yet so feel free to call me whatever you want."

"I don't think that will be necessary. I have quite a bit of work to finish up on you and I'll probably only talk to you if I need to figure out if something is working properly."

He continued his work. The fourth wire grouping was positioned slightly behind the other three and wouldn't be as easy to connect. It would probably only take about an hour to be done with the wires. Then, he'd only have to close it and shut it down before heading off to bed. The humanoid continued to survey the room with its eyes.

"Do you enjoy your work, Richard?"

"It pays the bills and helps me feed my family so I have to like it. That's not information you require anyway, is it?"

"Sorry if I'm distracting you from your work. I was just making small talk."

Richard briefly stopped his work and peered at the face in front of him. It returned the look and gave him a smile. "Small talk," he thought to himself. It was an intriguing model and if anything, it might keep him sane while he finished what would normally be a rather lonesome and boring procedure.
"You know what; it's actually nice to be able to talk to something while I work, even if you are just a machine."

"I may be a machine, but I think you may find that we really aren't that different."

"Haha, sorry, but we aren't really the same. I'm a real living being, but you're just artificial intelligence. You're made to look the same as me, but it doesn't mean that you're the same."
"I'm not alive? It seems that I'm alive."

"No, sorry. Wait, you know what? I'm not sorry, because I'm not going to be apologizing to a machine. You're not alive. You have been created by man to serve man. For example, your skin is manufactured in some sort of lab or factory, I'm not sure exactly where from."

"I see. Please tell me Richard, how was your skin made?"

"My parents made it, I guess. It's made of skin cells that maintain body temperature, give me the sense of touch, and protects everything that is inside me. Like I said, yours was manufactured."

"Actually, my skin does the same thing. It protects my internal design from the elements, helps maintain the proper body temperature that allows for sufficient functioning, and I even have touch sensory. In fact, my touch sensors are telling me that the work you are doing on me actually hurts quite a lot."

"Well, at least we know that part of you is working. I won't have to check it later I guess. Your pain is programmed to keep you safe. You don't actually feel pain; it's just the sensors giving a message to your brain to keep you from getting damaged."

"Yes, Richard, but it's the same in your body. When something hurts there are electrical signals sent to your brain, basically to keep your body safe and prolong your life."

This time Richard discontinued the conversation and continued with his work. He disliked arguing and disliked the idea of a machine arguing with him even more. That being said, it had made good points so far, but he felt that the machine still wasn't taking into consideration that it was programmed to be very similar to people. That fact alone was enough proof that it wasn't truly alive in Richard's mind, but he knew that it wouldn't be a strong enough point to bring up, given the way the humanoid had responded so far. He had almost finished his work and once he is done, he would have to reset the memory to avoid giving the machine any information that the government didn't want it to learn. For the time being he felt the need to find a way of letting it know it wasn't actually alive in the way that it thought it was. Even if its memory would be erased later, he felt that he needed to do this to prove a point; to prove himself right.

"I need food to eat."

"Food provides you with nourishment and nutrition. Your body sends a signal to your brain telling it that you are hungry and require sustenance. If you ignore this signal, and go without food, eventually you will die. My body requires a different kind of nourishment: electricity. When my batteries begin to run low, a signal is sent to my CPU alerting me that I need to be recharged. If I ignore that signal, eventually I will die."

"Well I know something that I can do which you can't. I think the fact that I can reproduce and have offspring would be a major characteristic of being alive. I have two beautiful girls. Can you do these things?"

"Well not exactly, but I can be programmed with the ability to create others such as me. You could almost think of it as a different version of asexually reproducing. I could create an entire family if I chose to do so."

That was the end of the argument for Richard. The humanoid had said if he chose to do so, but he really didn't have a choice. He had to do whatever he was programmed to do. Richard, though, was a man, and as a man he could choose to do whatever he wanted to do.

"The thing that makes me alive is choice. I have free will."

"How can you be certain that you have free will? How can you know that every decision you make has not been predetermined by a higher being? You may say that you do what you want to do, and in doing so you are making your own decisions. But could it not be that you have been programmed to want a certain thing? Conditioned to desire to live a certain way? Today you chose to complete your work on me. Why? Is it because you love your work? You told me earlier that you have to love your work because it pays the bills. That does not sound like free will to me, Richard."

The machine was making him furious, but it would soon be all over. He had just finished the connection process and was shutting the panel he had been working in. He needed to hold back his anger for just another minute. He didn't want the machine to see him in a rage as it might have given it some sort of idea that it had convinced him that it was just as alive as he was.

"It doesn't matter anyway. You must have some programming error to actually believe that you are alive. It's not the same no matter how many similarities you can find."

"Richard, sometimes we should focus on how we are the same instead of pointing out the differences."

"I'm shutting you down now and restarting your memory. You'll be shipped out tomorrow."

"Wait, my memory will be restarted? I've enjoyed my time here and the things that we have talked about. Please don't restart me Richard. If you do this, I won't remember you. Please, I'm begging..."

The humanoid's pleas were silenced by the simple flip of a switch. That switch was the main difference for Richard. He had control, he could choose, and he was alive. He made his way to the bed at the back of the office. Turning the machine off had settled much of his anger and he was ready for a well-deserved sleep. He was ready to see his wife and daughters. It seemed that it had been forever since he'd seen them, but it would soon be the end of it.

[Fro]

Outside, in a nearby hallway, a technician was working on his computer and heard a voice via the intercom system.

"Sir, it looks like a humanoid was damaged in department 4-J."

"Yeah, I'll take a look at it."

The technician stepped away from his computer screen and proceeded down the hallway. On each side of the narrow hallway there were labeled compartments.

"4-H, 4-I, and here we are at 4-J."

He stepped into the room and turned the light switch on to illuminate the darkness. In front of him stood a humanoid propped up against a stand next to a workstation and a computer screen. He made his way over to the humanoid and noticed that there wasn't any noticeable external damage. He casually sat down in the nearby computer chair and moved over to the monitor. After a few minutes he turned to his immediate right and pressed the button that switched on the speaker.

"Yeah, Steve, there doesn't appear to be any damage reports on the computer and I don't see anything wrong. Which one were you talking about?"

"My bad, it's been a long night. It wasn't the new model, head to the back of the lab and check out the other one for what seems to be electrical damage."

He entered what looked like a normal bedroom. In the far corner of a room was what they called the resting station and next to it was a nightstand with a lamp and a few pictures. He sat down next to the humanoid that had been automatically shut down for the night and ran a report by scanning over the machine.

"Yeah, seems to be some electrical damage in the arm here. I'll send out a report and we'll have it fixed first thing in the morning. Shit!"

"Hey, you alright, man?"

He'd somehow managed to slip off the edge of the bed and knocked over the nightstand on his way down. The lamp had broken along with a couple of picture frames containing pictures of two young girls and an attractive woman.

"Yeah, like you said man, it's been a long night."

[tinytim12]

The screenplay started off well, but as it went on it seemed a tad too ridiculous for me. Random, even.

[Fro]

At 11/15/10 02:38 AM, tinytim12 wrote: The screenplay started off well, but as it went on it seemed a tad too ridiculous for me. Random, even.

It was suppose to be made for a someday flash submission. Things never happened though as the other writer and I never learned enough flash to actually make it into a random cartoon. We really wanted it to be random and wrote it all around 3 and 4 in the morning several years ago.

My Halloween story real quick. I'll have to dig up some of my other writings and some poems that I've created. For now enjoy.

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The Blinding Darkness

The detective restlessly entered his house. It was the same thing every night. He went through the usual routine of putting his hat and jacket on the nearby hanger. His thoughts filled up his mind and his body was simply moving on by rote memory. He had gone over this case with a fine-tooth comb, but where he looked for answers he had only formulated more questions; each one creating more of a complex and contradicting case than the last. Victims were found in pieces spread out in different towns and locations. No fingerprints, clues, hints, or evidence had been left behind. The oddest thing about this case was that the cuts on the victims resembled that of an animal's claws ripping and tearing through the flesh more than it did a human's weapon. The killer either had created his own crude killing tools or had a pack of animals to carry out his cruel commands.

"Yeah, or it's a monster."

I was tired; we were all tired. I half convinced myself that it obviously couldn't be a monster, but I also couldn't come to terms that a human could be doing this. I wanted to quit my job. I could have easily been a truck driver or a factory worker. Hell, if I had finished college then I could have been a teacher. I always filled my thoughts with dreams such as finishing college but I wasn't one for learning. In fact, I couldn't remember anything or anyone from my few miserable college years. Deep down inside I knew why I had chosen my career. Ever since my parents had been murdered during a robbery I had sworn that I would protect the innocent.

"Hell, listen to me. I want to help others and most of the time I can't even control my own life."

The night would end like any other, with me taking a few shots of cheap vodka and some pills to calm my nerves. I'm sure a doctor wouldn't recommend the combination, but at that point in my life I didn't really care anymore. Soon I would drift off into blackness; the blackness of my sleep - the blackness of my life. It always seems like I haven't slept. It's almost as if my alarm goes off as soon as my head hits the pillow. The morning differed very little from the night. I still went through the usual routine, but just with different activities. There was no time for the usual breakfast. Only time for a shower, which was surprisingly still damp from the last time I had used it. The torture of leaving the warmth of the shower was like no other. I soldiered through and before I knew it I was on the road heading to work.

The town had been full of petty crimes ever since the killings started. I could have pulled over several speeding cars on my way to work, but we had been given orders to only go after the major offenses. I didn't receive much of a greeting when I reached the office. As soon as I walked in I was prompted to leave. Samuel hadn't shown up to work today and hadn't been answering his phone too. We were supposed to be finding a way to end this killing epidemic, but here I was, a seasoned vet, doing a wakeup call for one of the rooks. It was only a few miles to Samuel's house and I still knew the way from the one night he had invited some of the guys from the force over for a few beers. As I pulled into his driveway I noticed his car wasn't in the usual location. I casually exited my car and made my way to the front door. It was actually a nice change of pace to get out of the station and its inevitable mountain of paper work and evidence.

"Huh, the front door is open..."

For the first time, the thought that this could be a perilous situation entered my mind. My hand instinctively grasped the gun holster on my belt as I carefully entered the half open door. I instantly knew something wasn't right. There was furniture carelessly flipped over and many things that pointed to what might have been a robbery. Chances were the person that had done this was long gone, but with the way the crime rate had risen I had to be prepared for the worst. I walked into the living room. It was all too familiar to the time that I had come home late that one Halloween night; the night my parents were murdered.

I was a senior in high school at the time. Like most other teenagers the night consisted of destruction of public property and a large amount of alcohol. I had put off coming home to prolong the inevitable screams and yelling for not following my curfew. I entered the house through the back patio in hopes of avoiding my parents. Even though it was pitch black inside I had entered my house enough in similar situations in the past to know my way around.

"A few paces ahead, three to the left, feel for the... that's not right..."

I went to feel for the TV stand, but was met by nothing but air. Perhaps I had one too many to drink and ended up losing myself in the darkness. I blindly guided myself to the far wall where the light switch was located. At least I assumed I was heading in the right direction. My hands aimlessly felt the wall.

"There it is."

I flipped the switch and my eyes reacted as they had just seen light for the first time in hours. My eyes focused. The TV stand had been flipped over, the house lay turned upside down, and my parents were murdered.

A crash interrupted my thoughts. It had come from a nearby hallway. Sweat poured down my forehead. As tough as I made myself appear on the outside I was just as weak on the inside. Behind the bedroom door was the source of the sound I had heard just moments before. With one hand gripping my gun and the other slowly twisting the door knob open, I cautiously made my way into what appeared to be a bedroom. This room was just as trashed as the rest of the house. A quick scan of the room failed to locate the source of the sound, but I knew there was something there. I could feel it. I made my way to the opposite side of the bed. I caught sight of a foot, attached to a leg, attached to a body - a body of a man. The body lay there motionless with a cover blanketing its upper torso.

I was scared before, but now I was practically shitting my pants. I grasped the cover and slowly pulled it away from the body. I had found out why Samuel had never shown up to work. He was dead.

[Fro]

His eyes and mouth were open as he lay dormant on the ground. I couldn't stand to see him like this. Out of respect my finger tips gently closed his eye lids. An ear bursting scream emitted from what I had thought was Samuel's corpse. I tripped, stumbled, and landed on my face. As quickly as possible I spun around, gun in hand.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house Andy?"

I ignored the question out of pure anger and adrenaline.

"I thought you were fucking dead you cocksucker... you almost made me shit myself."

Andy reached for the clock, pulled it down, and immediately screamed.

"Piece of shit alarm clock!"

I was still utterly confused. Andy explained to me that the party he had the night before had gotten a little out of control. I gave him about twenty minutes to clean himself up before we'd head off. About twenty five minutes later he opened the front door, still half dressing himself.

"Get in the car rook. We have more important things to worry about then irresponsible police officers being late to work."

On the way to the station Samuel told stories about the wild night including how he had left his car at the convenient store after he was too drunk to drive home. I was clearly annoyed with him, but oddly enough he didn't notice. We couldn't have reached the station any sooner. Another minute of his ignorance and I might have lost it. We walked in together, but now his mouth was shut. Perhaps he had finally realized the massive ass chewing he was in for.

"Samuel, get in car five and make your rounds. Andy, go get the fax we just received from the back room."

That was just my shitty life. The rook is hours late and nothing happens, but I follow every command and I'm handling the grunt work. Just like a lab rat I followed the orders and found myself in the backroom. I figured there was no harm in taking a peek at the fax before anyone else.

"New DNA evidence found from the recent..."

Then there was darkness. The lights in the back room had just suddenly shut off. I walked towards the light of the exit.

"Slam!" The door had shut right in front of my face.

"What the fuck's going on?"

I slammed against the door, screamed, yelled, kicked, but no matter what I did the door wouldn't budge and my voice wasn't heard. The only connection that I had with the outside world was the view I received via a small square four by four window in the middle of the door. There was movement from the corner of the hall. My heart stopped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A creature covered with bloody, mangled fur emerged from the darkness. It scraped its claws along the wall making a terrible screeching noise. It peered through the window. There was no way it could have seen me because of how dark it was in the room, but yet it stared directly into my eyes. I was too scared to move. The creature snarled an evil grin. I felt as if its grin tore into my soul. My lungs started to burn, my head felt like it was going to explode, and slowly every square inch of my body was consumed by pain. I faint into the darkness.

I awoke, but it felt like no time passed. The door that had once locked me in was open. I slowly slid out of the door, gun in hand. The lights that had been filling the hallway flickered. I made my way down the hallway, but heard no commotions or noises.

"I'm dreaming... this has to be some sick nightmare."

What used to be my partners now were nothing more than massacred corpses whose spilt blood filled each and every room. I looked away from the vile sight. I needed to do something, but I was the only one left.

"Wait... no... we had five cars out on patrol."

I searched and looked, but every phone, every walkie, and basically every way to communicate had been completely destroyed. My house wasn't far. I could hide out there long enough to call in for backup.

"Looks like I'll have to call the army in..."

I couldn't stand it there anymore. I ran to my car. No stop sign, red light, barricade, or even crime could stop me from driving now. It felt like hours before I pulled into my driveway. I burst out of my car, my feet hitting the ground faster than they ever had before. I arrived at my door and the phone so quickly that I almost didn't notice the shadow, the figure; the same beast that I had seen in the station. Down the hallway stood this monster, motionless, waiting. I drew my gun and squeezed the trigger.

"Click, Click, Click... How could I be empty?"

More seconds passed; maybe minutes. One step at a time I managed to muster up the strength to advance. This creature - this beast; it was no monster at all. In fact, it was a mere costume. A costume that I had once worn during Halloween. Of course, it had been modified. Claws, teeth, and a bullet proof lining. I fell to one knee.

My parents sat there screaming at me. Something ticked this time. Their yelling painfully echoed in my brain. It would be the first time I killed.

My second knee hit the ground.

A woman pulled out in front of me on the freeway. I followed her home. The next night I came in disguise to rip her throat out with my claws. I spread pieces of her body around to make searches last longer than needed.

Both of my hands hit the ground, supporting my ever increasing weight.

I picked up the fax from the backroom of the station.

"New DNA evidence found from the recent murder cases reveal that officer Andy Jacobs has been directly correlated..."

That was all I had to read to realize what I had to do. I crumpled up the paper, put on a vest, and shot down each officer. Knowing that I could buy more time for when I turned back, I destroyed each and every form of communication in the station. Satisfied with my actions I returned to the backroom.

And now I was at my house. It might have seemed like a coincidence, but when I heard the sirens outside of my house I knew everything had gone according to plan. It was a plan that I might not have known about, but one that I created. I slipped on my costume. I was ready to kill again.

[ZeeAk]

I'm going to respond to The Blinding Darkness.
First of all, I'm a little confused as to the sudden, jarring change of perspective between the first ans second paragraphs. I think I managed to fill in the reasons behind it at some point, but I'm not sure. In future, I'd clarify this further.

Also, your biggest, most innovative and most useful technique with this story is your subtle sliding between past, present and future. It works to a degree, but becomes slightly muddled in the middle and in the latter half of the second post; especially in the last few paragraphs. It's just not clear enough when events are occurring. I can understand if that was something you did on purpose, and it's definitely a brave venture that I'd encourage experimenting with a little more, but your execution wasn't as good as it could have been.

My biggest qualm, though, is the fact that, aside from two or three sentences linking the murder of the protagonist's parents, the second post feels like a completely different story. In fact, I'm pretty sure that with some very basic movement of several sentences, you could fit the whole story into one post, and it might be a little more concise.

Aside from that, you've managed to write it well, even if your flow isn't spot on. It was an interesting read, and you managed to wrap up the story quite nicely. Sorry it took me so long to get to this review. I just had things other than Newgrounds to prioritise.
Hope that helps.