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| [Lights Out]
Part Three
Fear is a relative term.
There was something just plain eerie about that static. It explained
nothing, yet radiated a mysterious aura, as if harboring some dark
secret that it was just yearning to let you know.
He wanted to know. He wanted answers.
Where he was, why he was there, how he could leave. He couldn't make
out his immediate surroundings, not because he couldn't see - no, there
was sufficient light... rather, it was unfamiliar. The static continued
to draw him, though.
He was overcome with the burning pain of insomnia, when one lies awake
in bed at night, unable to let their conscious mind free fall into the
comforts of dreams, when every breath is weary but the mind refuses to
rest. He felt insatiable hunger, like an animal starved by barbaric
captors for weeks, ready to tear apart fresh, bloody meat, even if
simply for the amusement of others. He felt no dignity, no sense of
pride, as if his name meant nothing, his identity lost in a sea of
doubt.
But he couldn't explain any of it. And it is precisely that feeling
that drives men to search for truth. It is precisely that feeling that
tempts men with hope. And it is precisely that feeling that drives the
hopeful insane.
There was a knife lying on the floor, by the static television, a speck
of blood still visible near its tip, though it was obvious someone had
tried to clean it up.
He remembered the cut a waiter had given him, the acute pain that had
lasted but a second - and he looked at his arm, but the cut was gone.
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i think we need new writers cuz jas seems to have abandoned xanga and
miles doesnt seem to wanna write so um... lets hold auditions lol.
if u wanna write for chain story, u gotta be a) one of our friends, and b) pro.
my definition of pro means you are willing to buy me lots of chocolate
and shower me with love and affection. i dont know abt jul and anto but
im sure their views shouldn't be too different from mine :P
so drop us a note. and comment abt my piece... and tell ur friends to
visit our awesome site. and join our blogring if u like writing..why
not. it's such an awesome name. come on, i came up with it haha.
by the way im putting a cap on the story at 10 parts..so by part 6 i think we should start winding things down k?
aaanywayy, jul you're up
dom taggin' out. heh.
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| im running a xanga with LOSERS hahah
anto update already... dont kill it after like 2 eps...
lalalala
dom.
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yes anto, update you fucker! >:0
much love,
jul
edit: fuck you dom. hahehahehahe
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| hey, all. jul here. I'm glad to see this back.
yeah anto, get your own site. XD
hopefully this'll go somewhere. Let's keep it down to 3 rotations or something maybe? so we know when to start wrapping up.
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Silence is peace. Silence can be
the best thing to hear at the end of a very long, very noisy day in the city- a
thing that some urban dwellers never get to hear. The noise of honking cars,
the clanging of trams and the buzz of people, the murmur of the city never
stops, yet to some people, there is a strange comfort in this noise, a feeling
of being part of something larger, of belonging.
This sound was neither. The silence
encompassed everything, and there was a dead ringing in his ears. A distant
intangible drone echoed the darkened lack of a room around him. Yet, in the
silence so thick that he could almost feel it, he could hear the ringing drone
stopped and started, as if the room were contorting and moving. He could feel
objects, things shifting around him, passing by so close to his ear and cutting
off the drone for a second or two, sometimes lingering for more. He could hear
little noises. Little murmurs. But these voices were alien to him. Words he
could not make out. Tiny sounds and sentences whispered under a breath by
creatures unknown, surrounding him.
Then he felt it. Breath. A damp,
stale, soft exhalation on his ear, almost wet. A whisper.
elp?us?please?
The fear
and paralysis he experienced had never been so extreme. He wanted to cover his
ears and run. Yet, he was not in control of his body. He stood rooted in place,
able to only swallow uncontrolled gulps and to feel the crawl of fear and confusion
strangle his throat.
elp us?We need?We?hunger.?o:p>
Sporadic gasps of air made him
aware to his own voice, his own breath, echoing tiny sounds into the dark. His
own human whimpers.
He grabbed
control of himself and threw his arms around his head and screamed long and
hard, dropping to his knees on the floor.
The scream
was long, hollow and stank of fear. The resounding echoes of his immediate
surrounding gave no answer. The only answer he received was a long, inhuman
mirror of his own scream, contorted and twisted in the distance resounded by
scores of tiny voices.
The whispering
had left.
He was
alone.
A giant
television turned on in front of him.
Deafening
white sound and static blasted the now barely visible room.
He looked
around himself.
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| hi guys, dom here.
i've been sitting here after studying for practically the whole day ( 2
sc games in between) and im about to just drop dead. by chance i came
across chain_story again, and I know anto's been using this as his
xanga for propping and commenting purposes but whatever haha anto go
get ur own site :P
cuz i think it's time we started another story.
to save us the trouble of planning... we'll go back to our very first
idea. that one messed up cuz jas thought we were each writing about a
different guy. to make it clear.... now we're writing about the *same*
one. same story, different road. here we go.
[Lights Out]
Part One.
Japanese cuisine on a Saturday night with the guys. What else can one
ask for? He reached over his friends and answered the luring siren call
of a plate of sushi on the conveyor belt, sliding slowly and
seductively out of his reach. Ecstasy.
All around him, waiters were rushing to fulfil the demands of hungry
customers upset that their favourite dish was appearing less than
frequently along the belt. He felt a waiter brush against his arm, then
an acute pain a moment later. Somehow the waiter had cut him by
accident. He shrugged it off and forgot about it a second when his
friend cracked a lame joke.
They had been talking for hours now, the five of them. He reckoned it
was the atmosphere. The sushi bar was that sort of place where you
could just hang out and talk about the most random things, without the
pressure of having to pay for expensive coffee or getting chased off by
angry security guards.
He got up and excused himself to the washroom. His friend mentioned
something about paying the bill and meeting them outside. He nodded and
turned, nearly crashing into that same waiter that had cut him, moments
before. He opened his mouth to apologise, but before a sound could
escape his lips... the lights went out, and nothing but silence
resounded in his ears.
-to be continued
good luck have fun guys. please continue... i need some form of entertainment :(
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| hi, you unenthusiastic people. i'm just kidding. or am i? prove me wrong, ok? readers and writers included.
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Cell Phones
Part 3
Carl was too caught up in the strange familiarity of the voice to be scared. It was a definitely the tone of a sophisticated, upper class woman, but something was wrong with it. It seemed... well, fake. Forced. There was a person underneath that voice that he couldn't quite place. Someone he knew.
Was someone he knew trying to scare him? As a joke? If she was, this was someone with a weird sense of humor.
He pondered this for about five seconds, until he heard a little squeak of a giggle. It was all too familiar. An irritable expression came over Carl's face as a girl slightly younger than him burst out from under the bed, exploding into laughter. Not the tiniest bit startled, Carl had to sigh.
It was Katie. Who else would make a joke like that?
"Katie. How long have you been under there?"
She tried to croak an answer out, but couldn't suppress her giggles. Carl tapped his fingers on his cell phone impatiently.
"Katie. How long?" He said it almost like a statement, not a question.
"Hal-"...giggle. "Half an hour." She had a rather inappropriately huge grin on her face.
"And why?"
Katie's smile half-disappeared. She crawled out from under the bed slowly, then sat up cross-legged on the faded carpet. "I tried calling you all night. You left the party so early. Why don't you turn your phone on?"
Carl didn't really want to mention the rather expensive brunette to his friend.
Katie continued when Carl paused. "The girl could wait, Carl. I was worried. You told me you were gonna stay at my place. And don't give that 'I was too drunk to call' excuse. You know that you ran away from me last night, before you even touched a bottle."
"Uhh... how'd you know about the girl?"
Standing up, exasperated, Katie poked Carl in the forehead accusingly. "I'm not an idiot, you know. I saw you getting all friendly with her. And I was a little pissed. Yeah? We were supposed to hang out together. The least I could do to get back at you was the little whisper thing while I was under your bed. I can't believe you fell for my voice."
"I didn't-"
"And you didn't even hear me when i came into the apartment. You were looking out the window or something."
"How did you get in?"
Katie sighed. "You left your door wide open, moron. Anyone could've gotten in. Some hobo with a knife could've come in and killed you or robbed you or some shit."
There was a very long pause. Carl didn't answer. But he suddenly thought of something.
"Katie, how did you make me go deaf?"
"What?"
"Go deaf. Like, your hearing loss trick."
"I don't get it, Carl."
"Well, when you were whispering to me, I kinda went deaf for a couple seconds. Like I couldn't hear anything."
Katie paused, looking at Carl curiously. "It was just the loud music last night. My ears are still ringing."
"Ah. Right."
Katie suddenly jerked as if she had remembered something. She looked at her watch and seemed panicked. Then she leaned a bit closer and opened her mouth, as if talking. Carl couldn't hear a thing. He had gone deaf again.
"What?"
"Carl? Can you hear me?" His hearing kicked back in.
"What?"
Katie continued, in a rushed voice. "Oh Carl, there's something wrong. This is exactly what he warned me about. I was talking to him earlier today."
"What? Katie? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Shut up! Listen." She quickly glanced out of the window, then looked back at Carl, starting to pant. "I went to the doctor today. And he told me this... this shit about you and something that's gonna happen."
"Katie! Calm down! What doctor? What's going on?"
"Carl, shut up!" She was yelling now. "His name is Doctor Helkin. He told me-"
She never finished her sentence.
Behind her, a small spot on the bedroom window seemed to explode into a small puff of silvery powder, sending miniscule shards of shimmering glass in all directions. A whining snap of something small, traveling incredibly fast across the room. A wet slapping noise as something at a blinding speed collided into Katie's head.
Katie, minus a chunk of her skull, was propelled meters across the room, landing in a spray of red. There was a loud thunk as her body hit the floor.
There was about several seconds of silence, except for the faint din of cars heard through the hole in the window.
Carl was in shock. He closed his eyes and opened them again rapidly. She was dead. She was really dead. He'd never seen a dead person before. Carl backed up, breathing shallowly, and knocked over a handbag on the bedside table. Katie's handbag.
He heard a soft clatter as four cellular phones fell out of her handbag. And a white printed business card with the name in bold. "Doctor James Helkin".
Carl glanced up at Katie's punctured head, then back down at the card. He breathed a shuddering breath through his spine.
The business card had an address.
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hope u guys like it. please comment.. and continue yea?
i miss hk.
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