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Tuck's LuckThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by J.L. | |
| Wednesday, 11 June 2008 | |
 Tucker Van,"Tuck",senior sales rep. for Babylon Industries was lost. He was now going on near 2 hours of having completely no clue as to where he was...or where he was headed. So I guess you can clearly classify that as being lost. But for good ole' Tuck things would have perhaps been a little better for him if he were in fact stranded on a deserted Pacific island ,..with a mysterious smoke monster, polar bears, a strange French woman and another group of island residents known as "The Others." But that just was not Tuck's luck. Instead we find Tuck driving along a dark endless road seemingly headed to nowhere. Earlier that evening Tuck had left Jeb Masteron's office at Monarch Supplies after yet another unsuccessful sale. Jeb had recommended to Tuck that he take the new I-80 past Merrymouth and directly into his hometown of Iron City,PA. Jeb had stated that it would cut nearly an hour off of his drive. Now nearly 2 hours have been added. That just was Tuck's luck. He had made the attempt to turn around and head back to Merrymouth so he could then find his was back home his usual way. But in an unusual way he found himself to be headed right back in the same direction as he was before. Almost as he was just driving in circles. Same trees, same mile markers, same cold darkness. Just as Tuck was about to press his panic button a low soft light appeared ahead. As he slowly made his was closer he was able to make out that it was a sign. "Master-Suites Motel----Free Cable----Rooms Available" "Thank god.." sighs good ole' Tuck as he pulls into the dirt parking lot in front of the Master-Suites front office. Tuck steps gingerly out of his car intending to just go on inside and ask for directions back home to Iron City. The bell hanging above the front door entrance provides a dull chime as he enters announcing his precense. Across the front desk Tuck spots a man with his back to him reclining in a chair watching some sort of fishing program on a small television mounted to the wall. "Excuse me Sir,..I believe I've lost my way and I was wondering if you might be able to assist me in finding my way back to Iron City?" inquires Tuck. "Ain't no one getting to Iron City boy!" replies the man as he swings around in his chair to face Tuck. The man appeared to be in his late sixties with thining white hair, a bitter beer face and with the name Gus itched above the front pocket of his faded blue shirt. "Pardon?.I don't think you understand sir. I..." Tuck mumbles " Oh, I understand alright boy...and Im a tellin' you ain't no one getting to Iron City....not tonight!" barks the man. "Excuse me Gus...can I call you Gus?...I just need...." "Names not Gus and you darn don't need anything but a room boy.." the man snaps,"cause damn Penn Dot has all of I-80 closed from here all they way down to Iron City, and all the way back to Merrymouth if it matters....how'd da hell you get here anyways boy?" Tuck puzzled," I, ..I didn't see any signs about any road contruction going on...my friend Jeb..he,..he gave me directions to get back to Iron City this way..." "Well Jeb sure ain't such a good friend now is he.." the man says,"..I tell you what boy..the road may be finished enough for you to get on out of here and into Iron City by morning but you ain't gettin' anywhere tonight.....I'll set you up in a room for the nite for $35 dollars.....you gets your rest and we'll just see what mornin' brings." "Are you sure?.." Tuck asks "As sure as the sore on my ass boy.."the man responds "Fine!..I mean, that'll be fine sir....do you take credit?" "Cash only boy.." "Okay...let me see, here'"as Tuck fishes into his coat pocket," Here, here's fifty.." "No change boy." "That's, that's fine I guess. If I could just get my room key ...I really need some rest.." Tuck pleads. ""Room 420 boy,...take the elevator down the hall on your right, 4th floor,top floor, room 420 on ya' left."
After ascending up the elevator the doors open up where Tuck finds himself in a dimly lit hallway with rusted brown victorian walls. He makes his way past five other rooms to his left to his room for the evening. As the key unlocks the door to room 420 he gradually makes his way inside. The room, about the size of a Shaquille O'Neal shoe box, has one lone stained grey bed with 2 small closests on the left hand side. On the right hand side next to the bed is a small bed side table with a Lantern on top alluminating the room next to the bathroom. "You gotta be fn' kidding me.." Tuck says in angst as he searches hopelessly for a light switch,"No god damn electricity!....just a, just a freakin lantern!" Tuck briefly contemplates going back to see "the man not known as Gus" but decides otherwise. "Screw it,...I've had enough for tonight." Tuck makes his blind way into the bathroom and proceeds to wash his hands and splash some cold water apon his brow. Not that cleaning up was of any use at this point. He was, atleast to his recollection, going to be sleeping tonight in the most god awful, dirtiest places he's ever been. After removing his boots and trousers Tuck makes his way into bed. Not even bothering to pull down nor sleep under the covers. Lord knows what may have happened or what may reside within those sheets. After 20 minutes of the tossing and turning routine Tuck was able to fall asleep. Not far along into his sleep a sound, a ghostly voice actually, startles him awake. "I'M GONNA GET YOU! I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!!" "What the hell is that?!...who's there?" Tuck screams as he pounces out of bed. Nothing. Silence. Tuck, realizing he must have been dreaming gathers himself back together and settles back into bed. "What a day,...now I'm losing my mind.." he breathes to himself as his eyes closes. 15 minutes later, Tuck, already back into a deep sleep is yet again awoken by the echoing voice.. "I'M GONNA GET YOU! I'M GONNA EAT YOU!" Tuck, out of bed, grabs the lantern. Knowing this time that what he just heard was not just a dream. Gazing around the small room.."Who's there?! Stop playing around you hear...No one better be in here....I'm warning you!" Again, "I'M GONNA GET YOU!!I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!!" "This is insane!" yells Tuck as he makes his way to the door to make a quick exit,"What the hell?!" The door won't open. Tuck fidlles with the lock, he grabs ahold of the knob firmly, twisting and turning with all of his strength. He pulls, he pushes forcefully....but the door won't budge. Again, "I'M GONNA GET YOU!!I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!!" louder this time. "That's it! Stop screwing around....come on out and show yourself!!" Tuck pleads nervously. "I'M GONNA GET YOU!!I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!" "Gus?,..I mean, uh, whoever you are...is that you?..Come on out....please,...this, this is not funny!!" "I'M GONNA GET YOU!!I"M GONNA EAT YOU!!!" "I'M GONNA GET YOU!!!I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!! Over and over it repeats. Tuck again pleads and cries.." please, ..please stop...please leave me alone..I'm scared...I'm really scared okay!...is that what you want huh? is this some kind of sick joke?....WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??!!"" "I'M GONNA GET YOU!!and I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!" This time Tuck hits his panic button. Dashing across the room he flings himself out the window with a crash and falls, falls 4 stories to the ground below. There Tuck dies, 4 stories below room 420. This is just Tuck's luck.
Back inside Master-Suites Motel we are lead inside Room 421, right next to Tuck's recently departed Room 420. We find the mentally retarded Jeb Masterson Jr., son of Jeb Masterson- president of Monarch Supplies, grandson of Master Suites Motel owner Gus Masterson, alone in his bedroom. Enjoying yet again his favorite hobby. Picking his nose and devouring each and every last menacing booger. Each time loudly proclaiming with pride,.."I'M GONNA GET YOU!!I'M GONNA EAT YOU!!!"
This was just....Tuck's Luck.
Copyright 2008 J.L. |
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