Don't Be Afraid [manxman]

Chapter 14: Kill Them All

Chapter 14

 

 

 

MARK'S POV

I could feel the coldness inside my body, hibernating in the deepest, darkest corners of my subconscious, waiting for something. It was as if it needed me to do something, to help wake it up and I couldn't help but wonder, whether I should do it. Do something, to wake it up, make it move, make it talk again, like in the dream. Because whenever I slept, I could feel it whispering to itself, but it wasn't only one voice, there were many of it, whispering to each other, talking in such hushed tones, I could not understand a single word of it and it made me scared. I was scared of losing my mind, losing to the whispers in my mind. Maybe they weren't even real, perhaps the loniless and the apparent memory loss had triggered something in me that the family never deemed appropriate for public to know, perhaps there was a history of mental illness in my family, and the accident triggered it. And maybe, just maybe, that would be better, than knowing it was real, because if it were real, then that means, I am not losing my mind, consequently leading me to believe that I am changing into something I don't want to change into.

I looked up, halting my thoughts, as I heard something move in the bushes. I crouched down, wondering, whether it was a wild animal and I could protect myself, or if it was another human being, trapped on this island.

The bushes moved once again and I could see the outline of something standing on its hind feet. I moved closer, deciding to show myself, in case it really was a human.

"Anybody there?" I whispered, my voice falsely steady the whole time, as my heart went a million miles an hour.

A hand shot out of the thick, green bush covered with blueish berries, and held a spear, turned up, to the sky, in a show of surrender. Right after the hand, a body followed it, a body, only half covered in rags, clearly smeared with mud and what seemed like layers of salt water, hardened over days and days, spent in the hot, burning sun.

"Don't shoot man!" Yelled the bigger man, who seemed to be under the impression I was in possesion of a gun of sorts.

"I am not armed, if that is what you are reffering to." I answered, regreting the sentence immediately after.

Now the man will know I am unprotected, making his spear an advantage, if he were to attack me. "How do I know you're not lying, man?"

The lean muscled guy, who had clearly spent a lot of time in a fitness, back home, apparently had no brain cells left after spending so much time frying them away on this island. "I guess you don't, now do you?"

His eyes raked my body up and down, some sort of recogniton hitting him, as he was doing a double check. "I know you," he said, "you're that gay dude! Where's your friend, that weird looking, funny talking gorilla who was always hanging around you, staring everybody down, like you're his property or something?"

I don't know when or how it started, but the anger, from insulting somebody I clearly felt fond of, even when I didn't remember them, built up inside of me. I could feel the cold inside stirring, as if it were waking up in anticipation of blood drawing.

Then, something hit me. I don't know what I would call it, but it felt like a flasback, only I was never there, so I must have been picking up on something this guy was thinking of.

"I can't believe they let these freaks on board. I mean, this is supposed to be a nice, conservative trip for couples only and these faggots are just prancing around, rubbing our noses in, like they own this ship. It's wrong, is what it is, they shouldn't be let on board. If we was back in Texas, we could've tied them up behind a truck and dragged their sorry asses up to the state line, where there'd be nothing left but bruises and some rags. But down here, they feel like they own the place, like they have the right to breathe the same air. They don't, it's what the Bible says, they nasty and they carry 'round diseases and infect us, the good folk. If the Lord ain't gonna strike 'em down, I sure as hell am. Now go grab me a knife or somethin' so I can gut those faries. Grab one for Linda too, she gonna want to take care of the little one, cuz she got all that resentment goin' on from her cousing comin' out to the family last month, and nobody did nothin'. She deserves some ventin' out, don't ya think, Bobby?..."

I was back in my body, my heart picking up speed as my breaths became shallow. I could not beleive what I just saw. How could they? What have I ever done to deserve this?

I let my hand go through my hair, but as I did, I felt something slick and sticky. I pulled my hand free, to have a better look.

There, on the palm of my hand, between my fingers, under my nails, all the way up to my elbows, was blood. And not just that, as I looked around me, I could see my chest covered in it, as my other hand and my feet remained speckless.

I let myself take a ragged breath, as I looked for the man and as I saw his broken body, laying at my feet, I couldn't help but muster a silent yelp.

Because there, beside his body, his broken, bloodied body, lay his heart, which had been ripped out of his chest, in a pool of gooey, blackened liquid.

I slowly slipped down beside him, trying to patch him back up, my atempts futile as he would never be whole again. But as I sat there, looking lost and fragile, I could not help but notice, that the coldness inside me was yet again silent and unmoving, however, what scared me, was that it appeared bigger, as if it grew during the time I saw the glimpse of the man's past.

As I poked at it, wanting to see if it would move, it's whispers became a bit clearer, just loud enough for me to hear one simple sentence that held no double meanings. Only a promise, a threat.

Kill them all.

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I know, I know. This is a short ass chapter, BUT I HAVE A GOOD REASON. Well, it's not really good, just a reason. I have my finals for the next three weeks, which means I have been studying my sweet unicorn roses off plus, there's this film festival and I have a deadline, so I've been editing my entry film and it took me like two weeks to get it together, and I had some trouble with some of  the actors, who started acting like these drama queens (and not the good kind).

Anyways, the festival is an European Horror Festival, Grossmann, I'm entering with my short half hour long film about a person who loses her best friend, but because of all the meds she's on, she doesn't remember he's gone, and she imagines all these scenarios, where they're still together, and he's not gay and they go on dates and stuff, but then, her therapist makes her realise, she's imagining all of this and her friend had killed himself because of everybody around him (including her) rejecting him. It's really trippy, there are like seven people in it, but in the end, you realise, it's ony been her the whole time, like, she imagined all these people so she could cope with her loss. But the biggest thrill of the film, is that like, at the total, complete end, you realise, she had been dead all along as well, like, nothing mattered, the therapist, the institution, the people, it's all long gone, because we're a fallen race, and we've been extinct for years, we just don't realise it (hence, the title of the film is called The Fallen). I'll also try and get it into the Festival of Gay and Lesbian movies 2014, but, we'll see if they'll accept it, because it's really gore-y and stuff. :P

That's about it on my part, I'll get you the link to the film, when I get the get go, if I'm in the festivals or not. Hope I get good results on my finals, expect me to be gone for a while, like, I MAY post something a week after next, but don't hope for it.

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Wow, I dno't know how I get any sleep in xD

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