Post by Storyteller on Dec 14, 2017 17:47:32 GMT -8
Its a place you are sent when you haven't been good
And it's made of spikes and wood
And it isn't wide enough to sit
And even if you could
There are nails on the bottom
So you'd wish you'd stood
When the hinges creek
And the door is closed
You cannot see squat
Not the end of your nose
And when you scream you don't know if the sound came out
Or if the scream in your head even reached your mouth
The creature had been seated, motionless, on the floor for two days. In truth, he was getting very little done in the way of meditating. The heartbeats around him were deafening. The suffocating nothingness he was sitting in was broken by the squishing flesh in each of the chests in his recent hunt.
Not all of his targets had survived his feeding. He thought back with relish at the sound of the older woman he had pulled out of her Land Rover. Her heart had been beating fast despite her blood loss when he put her down here with him. If he had a pulse, it would have quickened at the memory of listening to her heartbeats accelerate slowly over the course of hours. At the eight hour mark, she spasmed silently and went into v-fib. Oh, the sweet, sweet sound of listening to her heart work against itself to keep her alive. Finally, as all unbalanced engines, and without anyone noticing, her heartbeats ground to a halt. It was always exhilarating to watch a death, and this was no exception. He smiled inwardly at the memory.
Now, the rest were starting to stir. One was already awake, unaware of his presence in the crushing darkness. Two were taking stock of their situation as they shook off the effects of blood loss and two days unconscious. The third was just starting to show signs of coming around.
One of them was bound to get brave eventually. The silence was nauseating. Madness-inducing.
“Is... is anyone else there?”
It came out as a whisper. One that didn't reach anyone but the creature. The man himself was unsure if he'd actually said anything. The darkness was indeed suffocating.
He reached down to his ankle, then to his wrist, searching for restraints, finding none. The creature stood. They might find each other, they might not. He frowned. Too many. He waved his hand mere centimeters in front of the man's face.
The temperature in the immediate area dropped precipitously. The man froze in the middle of his mental breakdown at the change.
HelloEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!
The tentacles reached up through the floor, wrapping themselves strongly around the man's lower body. He flailed, unexpectedly grabbing hold of the creature. The man clung to his arm for dear life as the crushing nothingness from below threatened to swallow him up.
“OH MY GOD, IT'S GOT ME! DON'T LET IT GET ME!”
He didn't even know what was going on. Pathetic. The creature glared down at the lesser life form, clinging to its own mortality with desperation. It was... confusing.
He leaned down so he could be heard by the flailing young man.
“You are already dead. Try and muster enough dignity to accept at least that much.”
He shrugged the man off, not bothering to watch him be swallowed by the realm of dark madness, screaming and crying like a petulant child. He barely considered the fates of the other three, confined as they were. They had heard the man's cries, but as far off cries, not the ten feet of separation they currently had. He could dispose of them at his leisure.
For now, there was business to attend to.
Pleasure could wait.
And it's made of spikes and wood
And it isn't wide enough to sit
And even if you could
There are nails on the bottom
So you'd wish you'd stood
When the hinges creek
And the door is closed
You cannot see squat
Not the end of your nose
And when you scream you don't know if the sound came out
Or if the scream in your head even reached your mouth
The creature had been seated, motionless, on the floor for two days. In truth, he was getting very little done in the way of meditating. The heartbeats around him were deafening. The suffocating nothingness he was sitting in was broken by the squishing flesh in each of the chests in his recent hunt.
Not all of his targets had survived his feeding. He thought back with relish at the sound of the older woman he had pulled out of her Land Rover. Her heart had been beating fast despite her blood loss when he put her down here with him. If he had a pulse, it would have quickened at the memory of listening to her heartbeats accelerate slowly over the course of hours. At the eight hour mark, she spasmed silently and went into v-fib. Oh, the sweet, sweet sound of listening to her heart work against itself to keep her alive. Finally, as all unbalanced engines, and without anyone noticing, her heartbeats ground to a halt. It was always exhilarating to watch a death, and this was no exception. He smiled inwardly at the memory.
Now, the rest were starting to stir. One was already awake, unaware of his presence in the crushing darkness. Two were taking stock of their situation as they shook off the effects of blood loss and two days unconscious. The third was just starting to show signs of coming around.
One of them was bound to get brave eventually. The silence was nauseating. Madness-inducing.
“Is... is anyone else there?”
It came out as a whisper. One that didn't reach anyone but the creature. The man himself was unsure if he'd actually said anything. The darkness was indeed suffocating.
He reached down to his ankle, then to his wrist, searching for restraints, finding none. The creature stood. They might find each other, they might not. He frowned. Too many. He waved his hand mere centimeters in front of the man's face.
The temperature in the immediate area dropped precipitously. The man froze in the middle of his mental breakdown at the change.
HelloEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!
The tentacles reached up through the floor, wrapping themselves strongly around the man's lower body. He flailed, unexpectedly grabbing hold of the creature. The man clung to his arm for dear life as the crushing nothingness from below threatened to swallow him up.
“OH MY GOD, IT'S GOT ME! DON'T LET IT GET ME!”
He didn't even know what was going on. Pathetic. The creature glared down at the lesser life form, clinging to its own mortality with desperation. It was... confusing.
He leaned down so he could be heard by the flailing young man.
“You are already dead. Try and muster enough dignity to accept at least that much.”
He shrugged the man off, not bothering to watch him be swallowed by the realm of dark madness, screaming and crying like a petulant child. He barely considered the fates of the other three, confined as they were. They had heard the man's cries, but as far off cries, not the ten feet of separation they currently had. He could dispose of them at his leisure.
For now, there was business to attend to.
Pleasure could wait.