PHQ-Nickname:
EskimoBob
Halfquake:
Sadistic Eskimo INC
Level:
5
Total kills:
6,719
Birthday:
September 21st 1985
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| Mood: | tired |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | September 15th 2004, 11:47:42 |
| Visits: | 1276 |
| Series: | [ Half-Quake: Ascension ] |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Description:
After quite some time, here is a new chapter. As always, any feedback at all is appreciated. I can't get better if you don't tell me what you like/dislike about it. |
For the first time in what seemed like weeks, even months - I slept. My sleep was not filled with nightmares of the horrors I had seen, nor even of the visions that taunted my subconscious; it was an empty dreamless sleep. I was so tired that even my mind seemed paralysed, unable to cope with the stress that my body had suffered through â€" though as I lay there I was unable to reflect on this fact.
I am unsure how long it was exactly till I awoke. It was a slow dull awakening, my mind confused about where I lay but still groggy enough not to care. It was not until a good few minutes had passed that the full realisation of the fact that I had indeed fallen asleep hit me, bringing with it a mixture of panic and fear that jolted me to an alert state. Somehow I had miraculously avoided all contact with those creatures I so feared. My mind was appeased by the idea that if nothing had attacked me while I slept, nothing would attack me now. I slipped back into a groggy state, holding my head to my hands in an attempt to calm the now roaring headache I had. Or was it just my head? I peaked through my fingers to see a sight I had come to dread; A television.
I shut my eyes tight, wanting so much to re-open them to find that I was back in my bed, my home…. Whatever it may be. I knew that it was a fool's hope and did not bother to re-open my eyes. Instead I lay back onto the ground, stretching myself out with a sigh. I tired to recollect what had happened over the past few weeks or months that I had been in this place, but the events seemed to be distorted, covered by a cackling mocking voice. Frustrated I turned my brain onto another thought, just exactly where was I? I had never really put much thought into that question, often resigning to the fact that wherever I was all I needed to know was how to escape. Though I was scared to admit it, I was beginning to think that there was perhaps there was no way out and that I would die a slow painful death here. I shuddered, "No I mustn't give up, I need to keep going."
Talking aloud to myself wasn't very comforting. Neither was the humming of the television. I thought long and hard about things that had happened, maybe I was on a new reality TV show? I laughed at the idea; nothing like this would survive on television. Besides things have happened here that couldn't possibly be. One memory that stuck through the insane laughter in my head was the re-growth of my foot. How was that possible? I sighed, maybe I was in hell? It seemed like the logical answer… Except, when was hell in black and white and the occasional dash of green? Wasn't there supposed to be fire and brimstone and devils? I laughed, maybe that would be comforting compared to this, at least in hell you are not given any hope of escaping - better to be consigned to your fate of damnation then to be taunted with the opportunity of freedom. My curiosity did however renew my spirit; wherever I was, I sure as hell wasn't going to find out just sitting here. I thought I must be insane to want to keep pushing on after all that had gone through, but sanity doesn't seem to be in great supply here.
I struggled off the ground, my body beginning to feel the strain from whatever had happened over the past few days. With a sigh I clasped the tuning nob on the television once more. I watched the static swirl, tumble and dance gleefully along the screen, mocking me, taunting me, laughing at me. I caught myself mid-thought, realising how insane my thoughts must sound. Refocusing my efforts on the television, I noticed that the static was slowly giving way to a deep black â€" finally a signal. I watched, as the black grew ever clearer, until finally it seemed as though the television was turned off. Great now I had done it. I sat back, wondering if I had done the right thing. I quickly found out I had. Words flickered onto the screen catching me off guard. The voice of someone much akin to one of those late night infomercial people greeted my ears. The words on screen mirrored the voice.
"Are you tired? Lonely? Wondering just where you are? Are you in some sort of reality television show or perhaps in hell? Well wonder no longer" By this point I was kneeling extraordinarily close to the television "because all will be revealed right now! You are…"
The voice was cut off by another deep voice "We interrupt this program to bring you this message that will validate your entire worthless existence!!! Are you ready?"
A sharp high pitch voice blared from the television screen "I 'M A DRAGOOON!"
I clasped my hands over my ears to block out the hideous screeching. "Wasn't that amazing folks?" The deep voice continued " Now we take you back to your regular, insignificant programming."
The infomercial voice re-emerged from the television "There you have it, the complete answer to why you are here!"
The room became painfully silent.
Wide eyed I sat, my brain taking in what just happened. I snapped. "You FUCKING assholes, your watching me aren't you?!? I hope watching me suffer makes you happy? You sick SONS OF BITCHES!! I hope you all rot in hell!!!"
With that I summoned up all my strength to kick the television, the only object with which to vent my rage. Expecting to hit the glass screen, I was caught off guard as my foot sailed clean through the television, causing me to lose my balance. With a sharp burst of pain, I found myself on the ground. The flurry of motion caused me to lose my bearings for a moment, and I picked my self up with a moan to examine my surroundings. No longer was I in a plain dark room. I was now inside a fully furnished lounge, complete with dining table and lounge chair set. I stared bemused by my surroundings. This… Was odd. Cautiously I crept around the room, half expecting to wake up, half expecting to be ambushed. Neither thing came.
I gave a half smile; this place wasn't half bad, compared to everything else I had recently suffered through. I decided to completely examine the room, it turned out that I was completely locked inside. That fact shook a little of my new found optimism from me. Deciding that nothing was going to happen any-time soon, I walked over to the lounge chair located near the centre of the room. As I sat down I noted that it was in front of a medium sized television set, something that sent a pang of fear through my stomach, until I realised that it was a completely different make to the set that I had been so often coming across. Most of all, this felt familiar. It just seemed like I had done this many times before. I became lost in my attempts to remember anything, so much so I didn't notice the changes that were taking place around me. It wasn't until the sound of leather rubbing against my clothes shook me from my thoughts that I had any sense of what was happening.
Startled I attempted to spring from the chair; too late, the hands that the chair had grown grasped my arms. With a startled cry I was forced back down onto the chair. Fear overtook logic as I desperately struggled against my new captor, until I noticed a new picture on the television in front of me. It was the creature from inside the other house, was now silently clawing it's way out of the television set. Panicked, I struggled with all my might to get free of the chair. Success! One of my arms ripped itself free of the hands on the chair. Using the now free arm to assist my escape I managed to get a leg free, sending me tumbling to the side â€" Just in time too. The black and white creature lunged at the chair, impaling it with one of its sharp arms. The chairs grip on my remaining appendages was lost as its hands shuddered in pain. A spray of what could only be described as white blood erupted from the puncture in the chair, I had little time to admire that though, I ran as fast as I could at a now open door, only glancing to see the creature admiring the "blood" on it's arm.
I ran as fast as I could through the hallway I now found myself in, spinning into the only open room along the way. Realising it was a dead end; I decided to slam the door after me, in the hopes that the creature couldn't operate doors with no hands. I had a suspicion that it would just smash its way through, but at the very least I had the drop on it this way. I stopped to look at my surroundings; I was now inside a bathroom â€" complete with shower and basin. The basin caught my eye, something was inside. I hurried over in the hopes it would be something that could aid me. For once some luck, it was the same gun from the other house I had been in! Hurriedly I grabbed it, only noticing what was in front of me after the excitement of being reunited with my one friend in this bleak place wore off. It was me. Or rather, my reflection. I snorted in disbelief, could that shabby looking person really be me? I smiled at that thought â€" I'd like to see anyone that could win a beauty pageant after going through all I had been through. I took a moment to take in my features, things that I had obviously forgotten when I had been forced into this hell. My self-admiration didn't last long, as I reminded myself of my "situation" and headed back to the door.
I cautiously opened the door a small bit, peeking through the crack down the hallway. I could see nothing, so I assumed that if it was still there, it was down the other way. With a deep breath I slammed the door open and leapt out at the same time. Nothing. I still wasn't satisfied that I was free of the creature, but it seems it wasn't in the hall. I did notice however that there was one door left wide-open, curios I crept down towards it. I slowly shimmied along the wall, until I came along side it. Taking a deep breath I leapt out â€" ready for anything; except what I saw. I mouthed words in confusions, questions that fell silent on the tip of my tongue. What stood in front of me couldn't possibly be, yet was. It was me, standing there, gun smoking. I stood in front of a body, a woman, the one that had taunted me, lured me, drove me onwards. She was dead on the bed in front of me.
A blinding pain hit my side as me and the monster tumbled to the ground. I moaned in pain as it silently readied itself to stab me once again. I rolled to the side, a moment too late; it stabbed me through the shoulder. I flailed my arms in pain, screaming as it readied to launch the killing blow. In the corner of my eye I could see the gun. Ignoring the intense pain I kicked my legs forward, catching the creature off guard, using this distraction I pounced on the weapon, picked it up with my good arm, spun around and pulled the trigger. The creature was slammed to the back of the room, clearly disoriented by what had just happened. I had no time to lose; I used my good arm to push myself up off the ground, the other hanging useless by my side. I charged down the hallway to the only open door. The creature still recovering from the blast was unable to stop me. I found myself back in the lounge, but this time it now contained one of the boxes labelled "Exit". With little thought as to what lay on the other side I jumped at it, ending up slamming down on the open wound on my shoulder.
Once again I forced my eyes open despite the blinding pain to again see the familiar words above two boxes â€" "Life" and " eath". Dizzy and near the point of collapse from a mixture of pain and blood loss, I pushed myself into the life booth, collapsing on the button that lay inside. My scream that followed was one of pain, of fury, of fear. I now knew why I was here. I sobbed as I collapsed inside the booth, the truth overwhelming me, causing my legs to turn to jelly. This was my punishment. My hell.
I had killed her. This is her revenge.
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muddasheep
September 20th 2004, 21:59:56
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| thanks eskimobob.. your existence is proof that intelligence isn't lost yet.. |
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