Sunday, 11 February 2007

Doom and gloom with a touch of perfume

"Ok - Backtrack - I'm confused. How did things get out of hand, so quickly?" sighed O as he flopped down on Misty's Cloud 9 bed. "One moment we were careening off a cliff, almost juicing an old lady in the process and the next I was jolted into reality by that Green Monster Thingy that has taken over Misty's body. Fuck that smell. It just won't go away and every time I catch a whiff my toes become sticky. Yuk"
OKyle who had been lulled from his fit by the Vicodine that Hieronymous had forcefully injected into his tit, turned around lazily pinching his right nipple. He smile and slapped himself across the face. Grinning he slurred "Noooo Paiiin" and slapped himself again.
Suddenly, in a flash of fur, Hieronymous came charging into the room, overstepping his mark and landing on a beautiful, if somewhat gay Persian rug, the effect of which saw him crashing into Misty's table of vanity, sending perfumes, powders and creams flying across the room. As soon as he came to a crashing halt he was on all fours again, panting his warning. "ZOMBiE NaTioN!!"
OKyle slapped himself one more time and as if by magic or the wizardry of the clap-on-clap-off light, the entire mansion was abruptly shrouded in darkness. A shriek floated up from the stairs below, as a servant met her untimely fate. In the seconds that followed from shriek to chaos, a hollow silence filled the air. A hollow silence, literally shattered by a thousand shards of glass catapulted into empty spaces, as a dust ridden voice proclaimed its intentions. "IN THE NAME OF THOSE WHO HAVE FALLEN AND THE NAME OF THOSE WHO STOOD UP, I COMMAND THE - SURRENDER" the voice echoed through the massive halls of Misty's home. Like an explosion it stunned every living thing in its path, pushing the bucketeers into their own minds.
OKyle was the first to open his eyes seeing as the Vicodine had numbed his sensory receptors considerably. He had no recollection however, of where he was or how he had gotten there, yet a throbbing sensation across his face and a loud ringing in his ears, gave him the clues to realize that something was not right. Turning his head, his heart did a somersault as a ghostlike apparition floated on the horizon. Hieronymous was struggling to find his feet at an opposite corner of the spacious room creating an illusion of death. O too had regained consciousness. He tried standing, but found the prospect a bit much for his balance impaired limbs and landed with a thud on the floor.
OKyle turned his head and this time his heart froze solid for what he saw was no illusion, yet only in tales and fables could such a thing exist. A man, or at least what was left of him, was staring at him intently. His skin was to put it quite simply, just not there, yet he was alive and animate, grinning with delight.
A feeling of absolute fucked up stab yourself in the foot terror sparked in the base of OKyle's spine and as it erupted like a super volcano through his body his conscious mind gave way to something he had never felt before. Something so powerful that it launched itself from his lips in the most highly pitched girlscout scream of his life. As he wailed he could feel gravity release him from her eternal grip and in an instant everything that was real was no more...

From the floor where he had come to a sudden halt, O had the weird sensation. His hairs were standing on end, or were they? He could not tell exactly. When he heard the scream he looked up to see where it had come from. At that moment he was jerked towards the ceiling. Expecting to hit the roof he covered his head with his hands. In a flash everything was silent. It felt like he was under water, yet he could breathe and there was no moisture. Slowly he opened his eyes and to his utter amazement, he was floating high above the bucket world. He looked around and could see that Psydeska, Hieronymous and OKyle were with him, yet somehow all of them were different. Like they were made up of a billion tiny bubbles that cast a halo of light around them.

After a second of admiration it became apparent that the bucketeers were floating in some sort of capsule, which had now begun to move in a very speedy fashion back down to the very solid ground below. A moment of panic seized O's mind, causing him to flash back to the only person he had ever loved. The vision did not last, because when he opened his eyes, he was lying on his back looking up at an old friend. He smiled and as was his custom, he chucked the last thing he ate onto the floor and passed out, floating once again with the man of his dreams.

1 comment:

Lynn said...

What strange customs you have!
LOVE this blog!