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HELL'S MONOPOLY, Chapter -1This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by jake | |
| Monday, 14 July 2008 | |
This tells how it all began, and the hospitals story, as well as whom the caecus venator is. It will sum up what happened to make the evil figure, but is not connected with the main story. Hope you enjoy. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dr. Stratan, a tall dark skinned man, with chocolaty eyes paced down the hallway of the hospital. He thumbed through papers on his clipboard. His eyes skimmed the pages, darting to and fro. A nurse straddled behind him, jogging to keep pace. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Dr. Stratan... Judas is having an episode again, we need you to visit him, he is momentarily being subdued," the nurse said. "Which room?" "Room 429..." He made his way to the elevator, pressed the button, and the silver door swished open. When he was on the floor he had intended, he stepped out of the elevator, still skimming the papers. He walked into a room, were monitors were busy at work, and heavy breathing echoed throughout the room. The patient was a large man, with a baldhead, and huge rippling muscles. Leather straps held him down as he writhed and tossed about on the bed, his veins popping, his face turning cherry red. "You need to let me go, please! They have followed me here! They want to keep this place, please, please; they need this place, please! I can see them, so many of them! I can hear them, they want me to kill, they want me to destroy, but I tell them no! They beg me to speak to them, but I wont! I can smell them, brimstone! Please, let me out of here, let me be, they want this place!" "Shhhh, now, it is alright, there is no demons, your safe, shhh..." the doctor said. He took a syringe from his pocket and injected it into Judas' arm. In moments he calmed, his breathing becoming relaxed. "Y-you think I'm crazy... I can still see them, doctor, you know... I beg you, let me leave this place, people are in danger, please." "I'm sorry Judas, I can't allow that, not until you get better." Judas stared up at the ceiling, his eyes rimmed by tears. "They think I can't hear it, doctor..." "Can't hear what?" "The singing... they growl and hiss in my ears, but I can still hear it... the angels speak to me as well, doctor..." "And what do they say, then, Judas?" "Well, they don't exactly speak, they sing...I can hear heavens harps, but I can also hear hells drums, and it grows louder, and louder, the harp strings are pulled faster, and the drum is banged harder, and they battle each other, louder and louder! Until... there is only a thud left, like the drip of rain, and the world again grows silent..." "You are not hearing heaven or hell, it is called a mind explosion, wear you hear explosions of sound, and it would stop if you took your medication..." Stratan stormed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Judas looked at the ceiling once more, and he began to mumble. "No, I wont!" he hissed at an invisible force. "Shut up!" he yelled. A claw mark appeared on his shoulder, like a bear had scratched him. He winced in pain. He started to yell, and in moments Stratan and several nurse were barging into the room. He began to shake violently, trying to break free of his straps. "They are here! They are attacking!" The nurses tried to subdue him, but were unable. His straps began to loosen, so Stratan tried to hold him down. An invisible force threw Stratan across the room. The room's monitors and machines began to spark, and explode. The lights flickered insanely. The nurses ran out of the room screaming. The entire hospitals machines and lights were flickering and exploding. The lights began to bust as well, showering the floors and rooms in bright sparks. Patients and nurses alike scurried to the doors, but found that they would not budge. Outside the sun ducked below the green leaves of the trees, and the stars began to twinkle in the sky. In a hallway a little girl, the only child in the hospital, crawled on her hands. Fear was present on her face. She had on a hospital gown, and her hair flowed down to her shoulder, like brown silk. Her eyes were of the deepest blue. She looked out of a window, and a bright golden light slowly passed by it. When it was gone, the girl lay on the floor, dead, and lifeless. Judas sat in a corner of his room, Stratan sitting in an opposite corner, hunched against a wall, unconscious. He faced the wall, so that screaming passer-bys could not see him. He seemed as if he was stroking his face by the way his hand moved up and down in front of his head. He turned for a second to see Stratan, and his face was covered in blood. He had a knife in his hand, and had used it to cut off his own nose. He turned back around, and continued his work. One ear was cut off his head, then another. The blade of the knife was forced into his eye sockets, until he no eyes left. With a huge lump in his throat, he rocked back and forth. "Now I can't hear them, or see them, or smell them... they can't hurt me... no, not anymore, I can just ignore them, yes... I can't see them no more... no," he mumbled. Stratan awoke soon, and stared at Judas, his eyes wide in terror. "W-what the h-"he was stopped mid-sentence when an invisible hand grabbed him and lifted him once more in the air. This time it did not throw him, instead the invisible foe ripped Stratan's head off his shoulders. By dawn, the hospital was quite. Dead bodies littered the corridors, each bearing brutal bite or scratch marks. The lights no longer worked, or anything else for that matter. Only one single form walked the halls, blindly, with a small limp in his step, followed by a crow, with fiery eyes.Copyright 2008 jake |
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