[10 May 2005|12:46am] inspired by sonata arctica o' beautiful sun, forsake me not though time grows old, it fails to free me for though misunderstood passion burned soaked in your rays i still wish to be rosewood tips caress my soul and eyes of the same pierce my heart ivory rays shine on my day why oh why did we have to part? but now the moon has taken my hand and soothed me down to earth though in heaven i thought i was, a new feeling has been given birth rosewood tips and eyes of the same ivory rays are both in common but be fooled not, mistake this not all differences lie within the sun with her beauty, shimmering light the pretty moon with her natural glow the daytime i will not soon forget and never again will the same love flow stroke the beads of reality

[17 Jan 2005|02:03pm] Chapter 1 "They say that when you truly love someone, everyone begins to remind you of them. I've learned not to trust anything where I don't know who 'they' are. Though I have to admit, things have been reminding me of her lately. Which is why I'm doing this in the first place. Normally, I'd think this is all bullshit. But my eyes have been so waterlogged lately. I've become so bitter. So unhappy. I can still remember the days where the only things visible on my face were a smiling mouth, and tears of glee running down my dimpled cheeks, as I would spend all my time laughing. God was she ever beautiful. Tall, slender. Flowing oak brown hair running down to the blades of shoulders. Those beautiful cedar eyes. Ivory teeth. Ruby lips. I still cry thinking about it. Me, a man in his mid-twenties. Crying. Though I can't see why anyone would blame me. My high school sweetheart. Gone. High School? No. It was more than that. We had known each other since birth, to be pretty honest about it. We grew up together. We ate together. Dressed together. Bathed together. Learned together. Played together. And in time, slept together. But that wasn't until we became high school sweet-hearts. We were smarter than your average love-stricken high schooler. Those idiots think love is a blowjob in the gym after lunch. Try growing up with the damn girl, doing everything with her, and not once be angry at each other. Try that, jackass. Try treating a girl the way she's supposed to be treated, and not like some harlot you find on a street corner after a few drinks down at the bar. We cared for each other. We wanted to be happy, and by God we were. Let me rot in hell if either of us were unhappy. I don't think a single day went by where we didn't at least talk to each other. But that's all in the past. A past that I want back. Which leads me to continue my story. I recently got a phone call. I couldn't understand it too well, but it must have been her. It just had to be. At first, no one was there. Then, just as I was hanging it up, I heard a voice cry out my name. It sounded just like her. I picked up the phone and started crying out her name. All I heard was static, but then the voice came again. It was her, saying my name. Static, my name. Static, my name. Then, it sounded like she was trying to say something else. She said something about Red Cava, which, I must admit, thoroughly confused the shit out of me. After some research, I found out that Red Cava was a town halfway across the country. I found out that there had been some sort of curse put on the town a couple hundred years back, and that there had apparently been ghost and demon sightings and stupid shit like that. Not for a second have I ever believed in anything so stupid as magic, superstition, and bullshit along those lines. But this. This was too serious for me to resist. This is love. Pure. Divine. Love. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "'What the hell do you think the answer is?' 'I'm thinking it's a no, but hoping it's a yes.' 'Well then sorry to kill your hopes, but this project is far too important to have our head professor go off on some stupid wild goose chase.' With a sigh, I said, 'Well then find someone else to take the position. I'm going on my two-weeks.' At first, my boss just stared at me. 'Are you fucking kidding me? Here we are, just about to unveil our project, which, might I add, you have been head of for three whole years.' 'And have I taken a single day off in these three years?' 'You'd be a fool to.' 'And I didn't. So I'm taking my two weeks. I'm sorry, Mr. Flitch, but the project is going to be on hiatus for the time being.' He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and just continued to stare at me. He blinked, and took a cigar out of his pocket, lit it, and closed his eyes, taking a long puff of it. 'Fine. You have two weeks from tomorrow. Now get your ass back to the lab, and you better get done what you got to get done, because if you're not back here in 14 days, you'll be looking for a new job.' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Her smell. Her touch. Her taste. There wasn't a thing about her that I wasn't in love with. You could find one thing about her that you didn't like, I'd find ten that I loved. Which is why it hurts so much just to think about her. But I haven't even told you why I'm here yet. I suppose you'd like to know. Well, that phone call I received. Red Cava. I looked it up, and decided to go on a two-weeker. So I pack up all my stuff, and hop on a Greyhound. I tell you...I waited at that goddamn bus station for a good hour. I remember it so well. I got there at 6. The bus was supposed to come at 6:10. I looked at my watch just as the bus pulled in. It was exactly 7:06. It was weird...I didn't even hear the bus pull up, but when I got on, the driver gave me an attitude and told me he'd been waiting there for a while. I sat all the way in the back. All the seats in the front were taken...not that I cared, it's where I usually sat on the bus to school, so it reminded me of better times. I sat down, and I looked around at all the people sitting near me. Across from me was some old lady. I found out later her name was Amy Frant. I didn't ask how old she was. I didn't want to be rude, you know? So I found out that she wasn't on her way to Red Cava, but to visit her grandchildren in the next town over. There was this guy a few seats down from me. Didn't really like him. He was just basically there, to put it blatantly. I found out he was a paranormal investigator. Big whoop. What a load of shit. What the hell is there to investigate? How could you possibly be taken seriously, or even support yourself, let alone your family with a job like that? I can't imagine who would hire him. Anyway, apparently he received an anonymous tip from some guy that there were "strange goings on" in Red Cava. I knew right away I would end up hating this guy. And it was so true. Anyway, this guy. He was about five foot eight. And couldn't possibly be more of a pain in the ass to look at. Big, thick glasses. Pot belly. Pot of fucking candy, is what it is. Fat bastard. Sorry for my attitude thus far, but you can understand why it's been apparent in the recent...however long it's been. This guy was wearing this short-sleeved button down white shirt and khakis. His shoes were fucking alligator skin though. I remember thinking about that Corwin crocodile guy. He always gets so excited about everything that happens. His face was damn annoying, too. Chubby cheeks, so that he looks like a chipmunk. Well, obviously chubby. He was pretty obviously fat. He had thick glasses, if I forgot to mention those. And he had a comb over, to make it even more obvious that he was an idiot. Mark my words, that if I ever start to go bald, I'm shaving my head. The thing that got to me most, though, was his pocket protector. Did he seriously not receive enough beatings to figure out that those things can only bring trouble? Apparently not, I guess. Now across from that guy, if you can picture all this, was this pretty girl. Hell, she was beautiful. So young, too. She was only 22. The same age as her when she left. This girl was stunning. Simply stunning. Her name was Jennifer Gallion. She was skinny, bug full chested. Long legs, tight stomach, and long blonde hair. She had lips of rose, and smelt of them, too. She moved to sit next to me afterwards, so we could talk with greater ease. She had such a sweet smile. She reminded me so much of her...I have no idea why. We talked for hours, basically ignoring everyone else on the bus. The investigator kept trying to butt in, but it didn't seem like Jennifer really wanted anything to do with him either. Jennie wouldn't tell me much about her past. She would answer me very vaguely, but be sure to leave out exact details. I did find out a little bit, though. She came from the next town over from where I was from, hence her being on the bus before me. She had lived there all her life, but always wanted some excitement. No town in our area was very lively. I found out her favorite color was red; she liked Italian food the best; and her favorite movie was Month Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail. I joked around with her and told her she was the perfect girl. Not that it mattered, but I found out she was a virgin. She wasn't saving it for marriage, but she said she never felt the urge to lose it during high school or college. She didn't drink; she didn't do anything. She was perfect, no matter what way you looked at it. She was smart, beautiful, in perfect shape, and had a great personality. What more could you ask for? One thing kind of bugged me, though. She never told me why she was going to RC, or anything of her family. She would change the subject whenever I would bring it up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "The constant bumping of the bus eventually lulled Jen to sleep. She rested her head on my shoulder, which, come to think of it, made me feel a great deal of comfort. Looking at her made me smile. It surprised me how much comfort we had found in each other in such a short period of time. Actually, it wasn't even that short an amount of time. It had already been three hours since she came to sit next to me. I laid my head on her soft, golden hair, and became very tired myself all of a sudden. My eyelids grew heavier, and I fell asleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I've tried as hard as I possibly can to avoid thinking about the dream. It began so happily. I was in a great green field. The sun was high, bright, and the sky didn't have a single cloud in it. She and I were running through the field, laughing, playing, dancing, and just having a wonderful time. Then I closed my eyes. And we kissed. We kissed for a long time. When our mouths parted, I could hear her laughing, and feel her smiling. She told me to close my eyes, and kissed my cheek. I opened my eyes, and it was Jennifer. I didn't seem to care though. You know dreams. You never realize they don't make sense until you wake up. But there we were, lying there. We were looking at each other. Kissing each other occasionally, and we had sex. Not going to go into details, but I'm pretty sure you know what happens during sex, be you man, beast, or be you from heaven or hell. We held each other for a long time. She turned over, and faced the other way. All of a sudden, she started shaking. I leaned closer to her to see why, and she was crying. I asked her why, and brushed my fingertips over her closed eyes to dry her tears. But her teardrops felt thick. I brought my hand back to look at it, and realized my fingertips had been covered in blood. She was weeping blood. Blood! I whipped her around, and her eyes were wide open. There were no eyes. All there were were open sockets, bubbling and weeping blood. All of a sudden, the sky turned a fiery red. Grey clouds covered the sun, and rain started dropping heavier and heavier. When I looked more closely at her, she had her flowing brown hair back. She looked horrible. I couldn't speak. I was terrified. I looked down to see what had become of her, but she just sat there, not moving. When I looked back up to that horrible face, it was a rotting brownish, greenish color. She screamed a high-pitched shriek, and I had to hold my ears. She grabbed my throat with both hands before I even realized it, and stared right into my eyes. The field around us burst into flames. Her lips started moving, and they started mouthing words, but not saying them. They were the same words over and over again. She never said them, but I understand exactly what she was saying. 'She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead.' Over and over again. 'She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead.' I thought it would never stop. 'She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead.' Until finally, I heard her scream. 'She's dead! You can't bring her back! She's dead! You will die trying!" And everything went red. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 "When I awoke, I was covered in a cold sweat. I was gasping for breath. It was fucking weird, though...when I opened my eyes, all I could see were flames outside the windows. Jennifer's head was leaning back, her blonde hair covering her face. I checked to make sure she was breathing, and she was. I woke her up, and she looked confused and frightened. I couldn't really blame her. I was scared shitless. I stood up, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had to tell Jennie to stay sitting for a second while I let it all sink in. Everyone else that I had met and spoken to was gone. The paranormal guy, the old lady, and some other people I hadn't told you about yet. I walked slowly up the aisle a bit, and that's when the real fright hit me. Everyone on the bus was dead. Every last one of them, save Jennie and me. And who knew about the other ones at the time? I looked to the first seat on the right. The guy's fucking insides were sitting in his lap. His head was leaning to the side, and his eyes were closed. He had a hole in the back of his head, and his brain was leaking out, slowly. Jesus, it runs shivers down my spine just thinking about it. He had brown hair, matted with blood to his scalp. He was wearing a blue business suit with an American flag tie, and a briefcase was hanging out of his right hand, which, along with his left, was hanging down off the seat. I looked at the briefcase, and it said 'Samsonite' on it. I didn't know why at the time, but I took his briefcase. I felt like I should. I turned around, and saw the person across from him. I was lucky the bus only had two more people after this guy, not including the bus driver on it, because each person sickened me even more than the last. This guy, though, was wearing what looked like beach attire. I didn't know why someone would do that, considering it was the middle of March. He had that stupid white-blonde hair that all those bastard kids have. His sunglasses were up on top of his head, and his blonde hair, too, was matted with blood. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with so many colors on it, it would be pointless to name them all. He was wearing a beige-colored pair of shorts, and blue flip-flops. His hands were on his lap, holding his dead heart. His head was leaning forward, revealing another hole in the back of his head. I called Jennie over to me, and told her not to look at either person when she came to me. And thank God, she listened. The next seat was empty, save a pool of blood and two eyeballs sitting on it. The eyes were floating around, and bobbing in the blood. There was a stream of a deep red leading from that seat to the emergency exit, to outside. The next guy...well let's just say you couldn't really tell she was a person from that little...pool. If that's what you want to call it. The entire time, Jennie was shuddering. I don't think I told you what she was wearing before. Well, she was wearing a pair of jeans that fit quite nicely around her hips, legs, and ankles, and stopped just short of her white sneakers. She wore a gray zip-up hooded sweatshirt, with a blue string tank top, or whatever the hell those things are called. Anyway, she was scared out of her wits. Poor thing. She pulled the hood up over her head, and wrapped her arms around mine. She closed her eyes so tight, and started to bite her lip. We walked up to the bus driver, who was slouching down in his seat. I saw a hat covering his black hair, and saw a light-blue collared shirt just peeking over the edge of the driver's seat. His hands were clutching the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. I put my hand on his shoulder, and tried talking to him. 'Hey. Hey, what happened?' There was no answer. Maybe he's sleeping, I thought. I gave his shoulder a little shake, and his head fell. It hit his arm first, knocking it off of the steering wheel, and then it fell onto the floor, and rolled a little bit. 'Holy sh...' I whispered. 'What is it?' Jennie asked cowering, closing her eyes even tighter. 'Nothing,' I said. 'Just do us both a favor...keep your eyes closed.' We stepped out of the bus, into the town, and I said to her right there, 'Open your eyes.' I explained to her exactly what was on that bus, and why I had her keep her eyes closed. I closed it off by saying, 'And God kill me right here, right now, if as I passed each person, their eyes didn't open up and follow me as I walked past.' I'm still alive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We were terrified. We didn't know what was going on. I went to inspect the bus, and was just further scared. The windows were tinted red with blood streaking across the entire side of the bus. The word 'grey' in the 'greyhound' was smeared with blood, so it looked like it was a way of saying 'bloodhound.' And the picture of the greyhound above it was all distorted. It was missing patches of fur and skin, showing its insides. Its guts looked black and green and infected. I looked at the head, and one ear was missing a chunk from it. It was bearing its teeth, and it was foaming at the mouth. I went to touch it, but the thing snapped its teeth at me. A fucking picture snapped its teeth at me. I jerked my hand back, not wanting to be bitten, and took Jennie by the hand and led her to the other side of the bus. These windows were dark, but you could see the dead people through it. We went to the front of the bus, and saw that it was smashed in. The front bumper was hanging off, and there was blood on it, too. 'Take this,' I said as I handed Jennie the briefcase. I went to inspect the grill in the front of the bus to see if I could figure out what happened. I found a piece of paper sticking out of the grill, and took it out to look at it. It ended up being the front page to a newspaper. I read the headline, which I couldn't read. The ink was all smeared and I couldn't make out any words. I tossed it aside, and a gust of wind blew it away. 'What the hell is going on?' Jennie asked. 'I don't know. But the sun is going down, and we really need to find shelter or something. I don't know why, but we need to. Something is horribly wrong here, and we need somewhere to hide for the time being.' We walked down the street looking for somewhere to stay. We found a convenience store, and decided to go inside to look for food, drinks, or anything. I went to open the door, and looked back to see Jennie clutching the briefcase with both hands. Her hood was still up, and she was resting her chin on the side of it. We went inside, and saw that the store was disturbingly empty. There was a sign on the window that had the word 'closed' pointing in, which led me to assume the store was open. They had one of those signs that lists what days they were open and at what times. Instead of putting designated hours, it just said 'never closed.' I took the briefcase from Jennie and put it down on the counter. I opened it up, and looked inside. It didn't seem like there was anything important inside. There was a pen, some blank papers, and a manila folder that said 'stocks.' There was also a little silver container that I have no idea what it does, even up to now. I closed the briefcase, and tossed it aside. I didn't have any use for it, I didn't need it dragging me down. i took a couple of lighters from the counter, and looked over to see if there was anything underneath it. At first, all I saw were some lottery tickets and a bunch of packs of cigarettes. But then I actually looked. I don't know how I didn't see it at first. The body of the clerk was just laying there, on his stomach. His eyes were wide open, rolled up in his head. His mouth was open a tiny bit, and his tongue was rolled up inside of his mouth. 'Jesus christ...' I whispered. 'I'm going to look for food or anything.' I walked down the aisles, looking for anything to eat. I saw Snickers, Milky Ways, Crunch Bars; it was a kid's dream 7-11. 'Hey, I won 42 bucks!' Jennie yelled to me, waving a lottery ticket above her head. Laughing to myself, I continued down the aisle. I picked up a loaf of bread, a large bottle of milk, and a container of eggs. 'How do you supposed we eat those eggs?' Jennie asked. I answered by pointing out the window, and across the street to a diner. It was made of stone, and about 3 feet above ground, with stone steps leading up to a glass door. When we got to the door, there was a yellow newspaper case thing that you see sometimes. Unfortunately, they were all out. Even the display paper. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "When we went inside, there was no one there. The entire place was deserted. We went back into the kitchen to prepare the food that I had 'borrowed,' and all seemed in order back there. Pots and pans were hanging from the cieling, there was a working stove and a working refrigerator, and everything you would expect to see in a kitchen in a diner. 'Well, let's get cooking,' I said with a smile.' cooking and everything went fine, nothing went wrong. We found some batter and butter and stuff like that, and lucky for me, Jennie knew how to cook. She made pancakes, and I made some eggs and bacon. While I was preparing, Jennie snuck up behind me and tried to scare me. She grabbed me by the shoulder and just made a noise like 'wah!' I pretended to be scared, but between you and me, I really wasn't. I laughed, and turned back around to keep making the food, and she hung her arms around my neck. 'What're you thinking about?' she asked, toying with me. 'Making this food.' 'How about now?' 'Still the food.' 'Aaaaaaaannnnndd......' 'Still the food, Jen.' 'You sure?' 'I think so.' 'Oh...alright. But in case you were wondering, I was thinking about y-' Just then we heard a noise come from the other side of the kitchen. Jennie jumped, and grabbed my arm, hiding her face in my chest. 'You big baby,' I said to her. 'Hmph.' We started walking to the other side, when I saw a rat scramble out of one table and dart under the next. Once again, Miss Braveheart gives a little yelp. I looked all over to see what the noise could be, when I came upon a cupboard. I was curious, and a little scared, but decided to look into it anyway. I slowly reached out my hand to grab the handle. I got hold of it, and just held it for a second. I nodded to Jennie, who was, quite surprisingly, still cowering underneath her hood. I opened up the door, and a black cat lept out and landed on the counter. I breathed a sigh of relief as the cat simply said, 'meow.' I laughed aloud, sort of to relieve to myself moreso than Jennie. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I turned around to walk away, when I heard the scraping of a knife against the kitchen counter. I froze in my tracks, and said, 'Jennie? Did you just pick up a knife?' but there was no answer. I slowly turned around, and what I saw was not a sight I'll soon forget. There was a man dressed in a white apron with a light blue shirt on underneath. The apron was covered in dry blood. He wore a chef's hat on his head, and go figure, it, too was covered in dry blood. He was leaning over the counter, holding the knife in his right hand, his left just barely holding him up. At first, I only looked at his hand. The one holding the knife. It was brown and green. Patches of the skin were missing. His knuckles were black, and his veins were almost sticking out of his hand. It gave me the creeps. There were small patches of red, which, once again, I can only assume was dry blood. I looked up at his face, and it was a face from some kid's nightmare. The face looked almost just like the hand, in the fact that it was brown, green, and red. His eyes seemed like they were pushed back into the sockets. There was a black ring around them, like they had actually been shoved into his skull. He moved around the counter so that he could get to me, and I realized he wasn't wearing any pants. Now it makes me laugh, but at the time, it just scared me more than I had been. He wasn't wearing shoes either. He was wearing those socks that the baseball players wear, though. I really couldn't tell you why. But that's why I didn't hear Jennie say anything. She was frozen with fear. I told her to go hide, and as she ran out of the kitchen, the chef lept at her, but missed and fell onto the floor. Great, I thought. Now my eggs are going to turn bad. The chef got up, and started after me. I looked around to see if I could find anything to defend myself, but all I were the pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. I grabbed a pan, and held it out in front of me like a sword. I started towards the chef, and he swung at me with the knife. I sidestepped, and he stumbled, giving me the chance to whack him over the head with the pan. He fell to the floor, but immediately started to get back up. I knocked him one more time the pan, and he fell back to the floor. He got up, came back after me, but missed again, this time landing on a wooden cutting board. I grabbed the knife from him, and stabbed downwards toward his hand. The knife went right through it, and stuck in the cutting board. He tried to pull free, but couldn't do it. I took the pan, took one more swing at his head, and snapped his neck. He fell limp, and brought the cutting board with him to the floor. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Sitting there in the booth, talking with Jennie, eating with Jennie, smiling, laughing, breathing with Jennie, it was all so nice. It reminded me of the times I had with my love. God, Jennie was nice to look at. She was so beautiful. She kept looking nervously over my shoulder to see if the chef had gotten up yet. 'Jennie, you can relax. He didn't get up when I made the eggs, he didn't get up when you made the pancakes, and he's not going to get up now.' 'I know, it's just that I'm so scared, and so confused. I keep wondering, what the hell is going on here?' 'I know you do. I do it too. You can't help but wonder in this kind of situation. But what you can do is just sit here, eat, and enjoy the time we have together.' 'I suppose you're right,' she said with a little smile. 'I'm enjoying spending time with you.' I thought about this for a second, and at first, just smiled at her. '...I'm really enjoying my time with you, too.' She got up, came around the table, and came to sit next to me. Tell me, am I wrong for feeling how I feel? Jennie reminds me so much of her. So much, that I feel like it is her. Am I wrong for loving this girl, too? She sat next to me, and held my hand. She took a forkful of eggs and put it into her mouth. She swallowed, turned, and kissed my cheek. Her lips felt so good. So soft. So sweet. I wanted to return the kiss, but I didn't know if I should. 'I like you,' she said with another smile. 'I really do. Stay by my side as long as we're still alive.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We finished eating, and cleaned our plates in the kitchen next to the doubly-dead chef. It wasn't that we were being courteous, we just wanted to find something to do to pass our time. That, and it was just so routine. You know, the whole routine of washing your own dishes at the diner. Yeah, it's not really routine. I lied. When we were done, we went to walk out the door. It was dark out, so we decided to spend the night at the diner. Of course, we weren't about to sleep with some homicidal chef in the same building. I picked him up, dragged him outside, and locked him out. I tried to get the knife from his hand, but his hand had stiffened around it, and I couldn't pry it out. I went back inside, and wee checked to see if there were any other people that we just didn't notice in the building. It seemed clear enough, so we went and laid down on the floor. Jennie curled up into a ball to keep warm, but I was fine. I just layed there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. How could I sleep after something like all that happening? It was a lot to soak up into one night. I was rethinking the fight, when I felt Jennie push herself into my arms. At first, I just laid there. I didn't know what to do. Was all this right? I embraced her, and felt all the warmer. She moaned a sigh of comfort, and just laid there. I rubbed my face in her golden hair, and I couldn't have fallen asleep in a more comfortable way that night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "The dream I had that night was nowhere near as horrid as my last. It started the same way, but ended much nicer. Jennie and I were in the field, just sitting and talking. I laid down, and Jennie layed down next to me. She turned onto her side, and rested one hand on my chest and rested her head in the other. We were talking, but I couldn't hear any of it. And if I could, I don't remember any of it. She stopped talking, and just looked at me. Smiling. She lowered her head, and kissed me on the mouth. She rose her head away to see my reaction, and I pulled her head back and just resumed kissing her. She rolled on top of me, and we just laid in the grass. And kissed. I ran my hand down her flowing blonde hair, and was in heaven. I'm afraid to say this, but...when I woke up, I had really wished it was real and not a dream. We made love again in my dream. It was more intimate this time. There was alot of kissing, and hugging, and just simple embracing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 "I woke up to the sound of tapping on glass. I was curious as to what it was, as the only thing I could see was the back of Jennie's head. I twisted my body to see where the noise was coming from, and I couldn't have been more surprised with what I saw. The chef had gotten up, removed the knife from his hand, and was tapping on the glass door with it. Being careful not to wake Jennie, and walked over to the glass. The chef had such a blank look on his face. His mouth was open, and he was staring into space, with his eyes unfocused. It seemed like there was some outside thing controlling everything he did. His face was a deeper brown, and there were now maggots running along his face. I looked at the hand that I had stuck the knife through, and saw that what he had actually done was twisted the knife in a full circle, then cut downward to free it from his hand. So, resulting from this, I saw a gigantic hole in the middle of his hand, with a slit coming from the outside, going all the way to the edge, and cutting through the end of his hand. His shirt was more stained, as he had been laying outside the entire time. I carefully unlocked the door, and threw it open so that it slammed the chef full force in the body. The knife slid upwards due to the curve, and his entire arm shot up. The knife slipped out of his hand, and I went to grab it. What I wasn't expecting was that the next thing the chef did was bring his arm down in an unconcious effort to whack me in the back of the head. I was stunned for a moment, but then grabbed the knife, and stabbed the chef in the stomach. It let out a wretched scream, but it didn't seem to stop him at all. He swung both arms at my head, missing with one, but getting me on the follow through with his weaker swing. It still threw me off, and I fell backward into the door that had closed behind me. The chef seemed confused at something, but what, I didn't know. I took that chance to climb back up, and knock him upside the head with the back of my fist. He twitched, and I took him and threw him against the door. He moved forward a bit, and then I saw Jennie coming towards the door. She looked groggy, and was bending a bit, rubbing at her eyes. She stopped for a second, leaned back, stretched her arms out, and yawned. She opened and closed her mouth a bit, and scratched her behind. She moved forward again, finally reaching the door, but I assume her eyes were still a bit blurry, because she didn't notice the chef standing right in front of the door, bare assed. I can't imagine what that would have looked like from behind. She opened the door, and it swung hard right into the chef. He fell down on his face, and I took the knife and swung it down at the chef's neck, severing his head. At that, I heard a high pitched scream that made my hairs stick on end. It was Jennie. She finally realized what had happened, and the head had rolled onto her shoes. Panting, my face covered in the blood from the chef's severed hand, sweaty, I looked up at Jennie, and said the only thing that came to mind. "So. How'd you sleep?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "After finally calming her down, I ended up learning that she had had the same dream as me the night before. It took a bit to get it out of her, but she finally told me. She seemed embarrassed to say it, and then asked what my dream was. I blushed a bit, and told her it was the exact same dream as her. She blushed a bit, and giggled, but then it graduated into an actual laugh. There wasn't much more to do, so I laughed with her. Eventually the laughter ceased, and we just sat there, smiling at each other. After what seem like an eternity, she leaned forward, and stopped not two inches from my face. She sat there, staring into my eyes, for a second eternity. She finally leaned forward, placed her hand on the back on my head, and kissed me. I'm sorry, but...recalling everything that's happened up to now, I...I think I've fallen in love with this girl. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't mean to make this seem like a sappy, poor told love story. But if you want me telling you everything that has gone on up to now, then it's going to be involved. You may not be happy about it, but deal with it. Anyway, we left the diner, and wandered around the town for quite some time. It was already beginning to get dark by the time we found them. They were actually all standing right outside a motel when we saw them. It was everyone else that was sitting around us on the bus. The first thing I saw were those fucking alligator skin shoes sticking out from behind the corner. I walked up to them to see if it was actually him, and I guess fortunately and unfortunately, it was him. He was standing right in front of a building with a sign that read "South River Motel." Figures that we weren't even in Red Cava. For some reason, when I saw that sign, it sent a shiver down my spine. I had a feeling the worst was yet to come. "As soon as I walked around that corner to see if it was him, he recognized me. He called out my name, and I had to pretend like I was happy to see him. To be honest, I kind of was pretty happy to see something that wasn't fucked up in this place. His name was Franklin. Willard Franklin. Annoying first name, normal last name. He told me about what happened on the bus, and he told me everything that had happened since. Apparently, right outside of the town we were in now, there was a roadblock. They had to take a different route, and ended up going way out of their way. When they were just about to enter Northhaven, a bright light flashed, and everything went black for everyone. When they awoke, everyone at the same time, they all said that only Jennie and me were still sleeping, and everyone on the bus left except for us. When I told him that there were three dead people, not including the bus driver, he just said, "Well then I don't know what to tell you. I know that every single person but you left on that bus." He walked us into the motel, where everyone that was sitting around us was talking. They all seemed pleased to see some more people that were actually alive and normal. Willard walked over to the couch in the lounge, sat down, and started rubbing his stomach. 'Man, am I hungry...' I obviously couldn't help but think, You fat lard...think about something other than food. 'So, tell us,' Willard said, 'what happened when you two woke up?' I told them of everything that happened, while Jennie went over to the coffee machine that the group had started, and made herself a cup. I kept looking over to her to make sure she was alright, and she seemed fine enough. When I finished the story, I looked over to Jennie to ask if I forgot anything. 'Did you tell them how the chef wasn't wearing any pants?' I looked at her, and smiled. "By the time I was finished with my story, it was already noon. Everyone was sitting down, talking, laughing, trying to figure out what was happening, when the lights flickered. We all just looked up, as if that was going to help us figure out what had happened. While we were looking up, the lights just shut off. After looking around, as if that would be any help, either, I decided to take one of the other guys with me and go check out what happened. Jennie asked to come, but I told her to stay back. With the weather as deadly still as it was, it couldn't have just been the weather that knocked out the power. And with the chef and all those dead people, I couldn't risk having anything happen to her. I looked around the crowd to see if there were any men who would be any help in the situation. There were a few, but I didn't think I'd need any more than one. I picked the one that looked the biggest, and his name was James. On our way to the basement by means of the stairs, I found out he was an electrical technician. I figured it was just a weird coincidence, but didn't really care, as he would come in handy when we got to the basement. Though once we got down there, it turned out we'd need more than just the two of us. I stepped onto the hard concrete floor, and looked around. It was a pitch-black room, and I couldn't see shit. This was to be imagined, as there was no power upstairs. I don't know why I thought there would be any down here. We stepped into the darkness, with outstretched hands. I finally found the wall opposite the stairs, and just followed that around the room, figuring that the power box would be on the wall somewhere. All of a sudden, I heard a sound, like a tapping of metal on metal. 'James?' No answer. 'James? Is that you?' Still nothing. I kept walking along the wall, when I felt a crushing blow come to the back of my head. It knocked me straight down, and I got another one to the back once I was on the floor. I swung both arms out, flailing in the darkness. I felt the denim of a pair of jeans with the tip of my fingers, so I grabbed it. 'James, what the hell do you think you're doing?' But then I remembered that James wasn't wearing jeans. He was wearing khakis. My eyes opened wide with fear. There was someone else down here with us. And he didn't want us here. "I felt up the pants leg, and got to the waist. I felt a belt, kept going up, and found more leather. I tried to tug at the leather jacked, and a piece of it came off in my hand. I felt it, in wonder at how easily a piece of leather came off the jacket, and found that the inside of the leather was wet and gooey. I felt where I ripped the piece from, and it was squishy, and crummy. In horror, I had just realized what I had done. I threw the leather to the ground. I headed back to the wall, and walked along it. I found the power box, opened it, and started hitting random switches. Finally, I found the right one. I flipped it, and the lights came on with a bang. I smiled with the thought of my accomplishment, but that was soon ruined when I got another blow to my back. I turned my head to see what had done it, and I found my attacker. It was a man, roughly my height. He couldn't have stood more than five foot eight. He was wearing jeans with sneakers on under them, and what was above his jeans further proved my theory from a minute before. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His skin was all hard and wrinkled, and green. I looked down to his stomach, and saw there was a chunk of skin missing, revealing his insides. They were rotten, black, red, green, and there were already maggots crawling around on the inside. His face was bloody, and one of his cheeks was missing. His hair was black, and matted on his face. He was bearing his teeth, which were all yellow and disgusting. As if that wasn't bad enough, I looked past him, and there must have been four more people just like him, standing farther back in the room, making their way towards us. They were walking really really slowly, but they were walking nonetheless. I have never been so frightened in my entire life. I had forgotten about James up until now, but I remember him just then. I looked around the room for him, and unfortunately, I found him. He was right next to the stairway, sitting on the floor. He was slouching up against the wall, with his arms at his sides, palms facing up. His head was tilted to the side, and his mouth was hanging open a little bit. His eyes were open, and they seemed to be looking right at me. It seemed to be a shared quality of all the dead people I've been seeing. He looked as he did when he was alive, except for, you know, that huge hole in his neck. I'd say it was more a bite mark then a hole. This was all starting to seem like another bad zombie movie by now. But, he hasn't come back alive, so I'm assuming that it's not just some bad movie. I looked to the left of me, and the guy missing a chunk of his side was just staring at me. I looked to see if I could find anything to hit him with, but all I found was my fist. As much as it sucked to do, I swung it into the guy's hole, and just dug it in as far as I could. I'm assuming it hurt him, because he just kind of fell, and didn't get back up. He lay there on the ground, his limbs all twisted, and eyes once again, gazing up at me, unblinking. Between me and you, it started to get really old. The others were still making their way towards me, but they were pretty slow. I ran back up the stairs, and all the way back to the lounge where I only found Willard. He asked where James was, and I told him what went on down there. He froze up, and started shivering. "A-are you serious?" he asked. "Do I look like I'm kidding? Why the fuck would I not be serious about that?" "I-I don't know, I thought maybe you were playing a trick on me or something." Ignoring his ignorance, I decided to ask, "where's Jennie, and everyone else?" stroke the beads of reality

[18 Aug 2004|08:54pm] it's a long way down from the top time to get off your high horse and stop shouting those commands your voice is getting clearly hoarse and as just a spectator in the stands i can give you some advice, it's high time that you heed it as everyone can tell, it's clearly you who needs it it's a long way down from the top, though it seems pretty nice you might not think it is, but it's time to take my advice your fans are getting restless, they long to see a change but from up there, you are helpless and you just seem deranged alright i can't do this. i tried making it 80's style, and i succeeded. i can't go in with this. stroke the beads of reality

[21 Jul 2004|04:14am] i was reading over my poems, and decided alot of them suck. so i deleted them. 1 | stroke the beads of reality

[21 Jul 2004|03:51am] a circle in time is just a frame of mind with violence just around the bend one power wants the other's life and the world just ends up following the trend life isn't lived like this because it's meant to it's done because of what happened before as the saying goes, history repeats itself, with the casualties and more one man's god is better than the other's, and one nation's noxion is another one's flowers and the little man is always stuck in between the larger men's powers as the saying goes, history repeats itself and i'm stuck here in the middle i know why we fight, and i know why we die and i know about the castles in the sky i know about heaven, i know about hell and i know about everything in between all this supposedly made in 6 days; this is the second one in a row i had to give up on. =/ ah well stroke the beads of reality

[01 Jul 2004|09:34pm] As I lay on my rosebud bed, I look up, and rest my head. I close my eyes, and hope for sleep But my soul, consciousness will keep. Thoughts keep running all through my mind Dry tears run down the cheeks of mine. No water comes out, but the thought is there; My fingers running through your silk brown hair Better times were not long ago But feelings melt like springtime snow. You never loved me to begin with But I thought love was just a myth. I miss you for reasons that I cannot tell I miss your face; I miss your smell. I miss your jokes, I miss your laugh Love, you were my second half. But you moved on the day we met, You moved on the minute our eyes set. I pray you find someone better than I And when you lay with him, and stare at the sky Love him just as I love you, When you realize it, the feeling will be new. Scared to face reality, I wanted to live in a dream Where perfection is what my life seemed. Then I lost you, and I lost it all And suddenly, I seemed so small. So instead I wish you luck, While you're in heaven, and here I'm stuck. i didn't think it'd get that long. stroke the beads of reality

[15 Jun 2004|01:47pm] im not too sure where this one comes from, but i finished my math final, started drawing a picture of one of the corners of my room, and pulled this out of my ass. As the clock on the wall slowly ticks time away I can barely feel my body sway. The rhythm is taking me away. It's taking me to a land of good, with unfettered hopes I'll swing along the vinyl ropes, and smile at the blossomed rose. The music I hear up in my head takes me to a land of wonder instead Of a land with futile dreams, a land where my paradise seems So close, yet it's so far away. Instead, in this land I will stay. I'll lay me down before I sleep, and for this heaven, I will weep. I go there just as time ticks by; And I'll go there when I die. i have to title my poems. not they're amazing and deserve titles. but just so i can distinguish them. stroke the beads of reality

[11 Jun 2004|10:35pm] oh lucky you guys 3 in one day. im just moving this one, as well. the world is a beautiful place to dreamers and and wonderers of all sorts but lest they but open their eyes shut to the world they see the devils on all our minds' ports so dream on, baby, its a better world in there keep your eyes shut to the open air dream on, honey, dont come to this world or all of your hopes and dreams may unfold the world may seem like a wonderful land but beauty is only skin deep but all people seem to care about is the skin of things the superficiality seems to make this world weep so dream on, baby, its a nicer place in your dreams as nice as this outside world may seem, youre dreaming, honey, it's not so good. people all around are lying, but perhaps they should society's ignorant to this hell on earth it thinks it knows what could be best but the rich rule the world, more power to them while the rest of us sit around, waiting to be selected for our "messiah"'s nest so dream on, baby, please, do it for me i dont want you in this horrible place you deserve much better, honey, take it from me someone as innocent as yourself need not deal with this dream on, baby, its a better world in there keep your eyes shut to the open air dream on, honey, dont come to this world or all your hopes and dreams will unfold stroke the beads of reality

[11 Jun 2004|01:24pm] lucky you guys, if anyone reads these. two poems today for the price of none. this one i wrote on the bus ride home from school. not amazing, but you know. whateva. none of my poems are spectacular. Bat out of Hell you rapture my eyes Deafening shrieks spurt blood in between sighs Though caused by yours truly, i resent your death But of course it is simply for the best You stand in our way, we couldn't let that be But frankly, my friend, it was decided by me I wanted the power; I wanted the throne I wanted to make the palace my home The woman i dreamt of became your own But you weren't expected to die so soon I'll sheath my blade; I owe you that much I'll give you the chance to avoid my touch Flee from the land, and never turn back On the country, you must turn your back Leave us alone, start your own life Start a new country with no violence or strife When you see me again, know at least this much Leave me before I set my eyes on you, For your last thought ever will be of my touch i seem to like the word strife, don't i? now for my second if i can find it Why can't they see what's happened In this beautiful world of mine? It first began with nothingness, but I gave it evergreens, oaks, and pines. Then along came the microbits, And the little fish in the sea And then the animals, and then the man All because of me Then along came that fire, Which sparked the human mind And now what everyone seeks is the hardest thing to find The world was so much safer with just the fish in the sea They had respect for each other, but more importantly, they had it for me I gave the man the right to reason I gave man the right to think But now they seem to doubt me I'm at Armageddon's brink Then I had to give man his fire I had to spark his mind Let man-kind search universe wide Peace, they will not find Jews, Christians, Muslims They are all the same to me But when they see each other It's Hell on Earth to be They don't seem to realize that they're here because of me I put man here, I can take him out Haters, killers, rapists alike, My world can do without stroke the beads of reality

[31 May 2004|12:32am] just transfering this one i hope you hate me for who i am and not for the things ive done to you i hope you hate me for my actions towards you and not for my personality i want you to know that i love you because of who you are i love you because of what youve done to me i hate you because youre a horrible person and i hate you for all the things youve done cycle on, cycle in, cycle off, cycle out times roll in, change on by, yet again and again and again i still try youve gotten a knife in your back, and ive gotten my share of mine but this time its the last time, and this time its the first time the first time ive told you this, the first time ive felt it the last time ill tell you this... the last time ill mean it ill love you tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that but thats the end of that. after that, theres no holding back all the pain that ive caused, all the pain that ive suffered it all comes down to the last blade drawn ill meet you at the shiny barrier where my wings will have been well deserved and youre up there because i love you for who you are. dont let anyone else tell you any different. corey 1 | stroke the beads of reality

[28 May 2004|12:17am] she holds her head high; she doesnt want to look down she fears her eyes will meet the wrong pair she takes each step; each day at a time missing each route to escape by less than a hair to get out of this place is all she ever longs for she just wants to live and more but now the rope around her neck prevents her from being her best and as the water comes from her eyes i know for sure why my girl cries nothing in the world can save the subject from the day in day out struggle and everyone's lies she doesnt hate hers, she likes it just fine but she knows that at the rate she's going, she'll never find what she wants to find so as the chair is kicked out from underneath a silent breath forms her last wished words "freedom...freedom at last..." i know it didn't rhyme. but sorry. stroke the beads of reality

[19 May 2004|09:47pm] why can't i hear the angels sing? i miss listening to the sweetest thing the coir sang its voice so high they sent my soul to the clouds in the sky as emerald tears streamed down my cheek my future started to seem so bleak i danced for the devil and did his sins and i unleashed the demon within i was hurled down into the sodden ground and when i lost all faith, to the dark i was found they took me underneath their wing and then i lost the sweetest thing now i know why i can't hear their song it hasn't even been that long i shall never hear that tune again i try so hard again and then i fall into eternal black and then i know there's no turning back i have taken the steps down into hell and now forever, it's here i dwell 3 | stroke the beads of reality

[15 May 2004|09:27pm] i rise above the starlit night striking vengeance for my sinful rights my family has left me to mourn my enemies have led me to scorn i draw the light, i strike with dark those not slain are sought by my mark they watch for me, as my hell driven eye strikes the fear to the blood soaked sky thy soul soul hath been struck, thy eyes still so cruel my hate not yet quelled, my anger doth fuel and when the deed is good and done i shall be the only one i walk you crawl, i rise you fall and ill be the one who walks heaven's halls. stroke the beads of reality

[14 May 2004|11:40pm] peek a boo i see you now its time to take a poo if its not i dont care im not wearing underwear this isnt real its oh so fake im scratching my ass with a rake this is just a stupid test i dont like that stupid band mest ive never heard them and i probably wont but do i care? no i dont my thumbnail is long i need to cut it and today i took a shit but i do that every single day it is now the month of may now im done with this poem test which is better than all my rest ;-) 2 | stroke the beads of reality

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