The Night Falls Hard.

Dr. Peter Nealon received a call at 2 o'clock in the morning. "Hello?" he mumbled half asleep. "Hey Peter, it's me." "Kurt? I thought you were in Africa?" "No i got back last night. There's something I need you to look at for me." "Um, can you give me twenty minutes?" "Sure." "Alright see you in a few." Peter hung up the phone and got in the shower. He washed away his grogginess and replaced it with renewed vigor. He got in his car and drove to Kurt's house and rang the doorbell. Kurt opened the door with bandages all around his body. "Geez Kurt? What the hell happened to you?" "That's why I asked you to come over, come inside and i'll show you." Peter came inside and sat down on the couch. Kurt started to unwrap himself while he talked. "While I was in Africa I was doing some research and heard about this isolated cannibal tribe. I thought it sounded interesting so I decided to investigate it. I went looking for them and took a pistol, just in case you know? Well I reached the cavern that they were rumored to be in. I was hiding out when all of a sudden i was attacked by someone who bit me on my right shoulder and the fucker kept trying to eat me alive! I shot him in the face and ran for my life. Anyway at first I though that it was just infected, but the skin started to rot away and it spread." By this time all of the bandages were off. Peters jaw dropped. All of Kurt's body was completely rotting flesh. By the looks of it he should've been a corpse. Peter took a deep breath and said, "I've actually never seen anything like this before. I don't even know what could be causing that. Just then Kurt started seizuring. Peter jumped up and put his hand in Kurt's mouth to make sure he didn't swallow his tongue. As he did this he watched Kurt's eyes come back from the back of his head with a slightly reddish hue. "What the fuck?" Peter said. Kurt bit down hard and Peter pulled his hand out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Kurt jumped forward and bit down on Peter's Jugular. Peter didn't get a chance to scream before he was dead. Somewhere in a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a doctor had died and no one would know what tragedy was to follow.

Villains and Vigilantes: Chapter Five

Bidel and Nicholas were breaking noses one night in a club when they noticed a change in the air. Bidel looked up from the bloody body that laid before him and saw a woman walking towards them. The woman appeared to be of asian descent and was very beautiful. She held a katana in each hand and one of them had already b een stained with blood. Bidel tapped Nicholas on the shoulder, "that might be the sexiest thing i've ever seen." Nicholas looked up at her and said, "yeah, she's very gorgeous." "Not the girl stupid, look at the way that blood drips off of that katana." The woman walked up to them and put her stained katana in the man lying on the ground. With a groan the man's life left his body. "My name is Yunmi, the girl appeared to me also." Bidel looked down at the cropse with a katana protruding from it's chest. "Boy, this girl sure can choose em" he said with a chuckle.

Here's the dealio.

I'm in the Rcc writing lab right now but i REALLY don't feel like writing. So, i'm going to try to get in the mood by just talkin about jack shit in a blog. Fuckity fuckaloo this is hard. I do not want to be here :(

Insanity.

Ok, so this is inspired by a song i heard recently. I wanted to try making a speech that depicted a man slowly going insane throughout his speech. Here goes.



Every morning i wake up and stumble sleepily to the bathroom. In the bathroom i proceed to remove my Boxer briefs and step into the shower where i clean myself thoroughly. After i step out of the shower, I brush my teeth and choose a perfect Q-tip to get the job done right. I then shave and then apply my deodorant to my underarms. I then take a small amount of wax and apply it to my hair and then style it according to my personal preference. Most of the time, it turns out to be a Faux Hawk. I then take the trek back to my room where i choose my wardrobe for the day ahead of me. One can never be sure of what will be required, but I make sure that i'm as well prepared as can be. I then choose the shoes that i am going to wear for that day and continue on my way to whatever destination i am required to be at. Every day is a constant struggle for me, i take small strides in my viewing of the world because overexposure just might kill my freewill. Which makes it very difficult to use the stairs. I take the elevator up to the fifth floor of the mall elevator and walk straight to my own little desk behind the customer service counter. Every day i repeat these same exact steps. These steps are essential to keep my sanity. I recall one morning when i forgot to clean my ears with a Q-tip. That morning was absolutely horrible. I was 7 minutes late for work and as a result got home about 14 hours late. Or was it 14 days? No, i'm right. It was minutes. Or wait. 7 days is a week? So that means 14 days would be 3 days too many for the chinese new year. But then again, the irish aren't too happy with the result. But as long as i tie my shoes everyday those potato eating bastards can't get me. Now where was I? Oh yes. Every morning i wake up and stumble drunkily to the bathroom where i take off all of your clothes and start to make love to you in the shower. I make sure the purity and cleanliness of the shower is tainted by our dirty act so that no one can ever feel safe again. After we do our bodily fluid exchange, I step outside and brush the ticks out of my hair so that they can stop their bickering. I then grab a cotton swab thing on a stick and i proceed to clean all of the germs off of my gums so that the aliens can't track me. I then apply the secret balm of understanding to my underarms so that no one can detect me as someone different. I put some glue into my hands and scream and throw it against the wall. Every morning is the same. Every morning is different. Every morning I grab a knife. And just don't know where to stick it.

Villains or Vigilantes: Chapter Four

Nicholas and Bidel spent several days breaking fingers and noses with blood stained fists. It was hard to not to use their weapons when the filth of society was so clearly lying to them about what they knew. So far they had discovered nothing about the girl's death. Nicholas noticed that Bidel had an intensity about him that had a violent tendency that couldn't be rivaled by any other. At the moment Bidel was torturing a random man that had bumped into Bidel on the street and not apologized. The cracking of the man's ring finger almost echoed throughout the alleyway that they were now in. "I've got nine other piggies to kill if i don't hear a sincere apology" Bidel growled in the man's face. The man screamed, "I'm sorry!" through tears and blood that were dripping down his face. "That sounded a bit fake to me, how did it sound to you Nicholas?" Before Nicholas could reply another crack of a finger pierced the night air. The man's screams of agony were horrific to Nicholas but it seemed as if Bidel enjoyed it. With every scream that the man let out Bidel looked happier and happier in a sadistic way. The man screamed another apology at the top of his lungs and Bidel took out his axe and chopped off the man's hand. "That was sincere, but it took so long. Now leave before i really get crazy." The man stumbled of holding his stump and crying and before he could get out of the alleyway he fell and passed out. Bidel walked over and dragged the man back to where they'd been standing. He got a good grip on the axe and then put all of his force behind the swing and decapitated the man. Nicholas stood in shock. Bidel wiped the blood off of the axe on the man's shirt and said, "You know Nicholas, you shouldn't look so shocked. Men die everyday." "Yes they do, but it's not right in front of you! What is your deal?" "When i was a young lad, i got fucked over by a lot of people. This is my own personal revenge against the world. See, the way I see it is that you either kill or be killed" "I don't think that applies to this situation" "It applies to life Nicholas, the world is full of killers. I'm just one step ahead of them. I stop them before they even get a chance to have a thought about killing. Nah, that's all bullshit my friend, I'm just a sonofabitch bastard who likes violence. Now, let's go have a steak dinner shall we?"