ʀǟɖɨƈǟʟɨȶʏ ɖǟɨʟʏ
яєησ ν є∂ωαя∂ѕ
"NO MEANS
NO!"
In his iron framed bed, Gabe tosses & turns.
Flashes of horrifying imagery begin to take hold of him.
He twitches it away at first. Then starts to react physically to each one.
The pain in his body consumes him. Moans turn into screeches & screams.
"JON? NO! NOT THE COOOOL NECK TATS-
JOOOOOOON!?"
Eventually, complete menace penetrates his every waking moment.
Like a seizure, no control or cognitive dissidence left.
His body blindly bounds across the bed, then off of it & around the room.
Minutes pass as the scrapes & scratches accumulate on the outside,
& resistance dwindles within.
After a few more tumbles, he finally lays to rest against his body,
which is convulsing to continue,
but his battered physical capabilities fail to cooperate.
With no strength left, he passes out,
like a dead body sprawled out under the bed.
Drenched in slow perspiration & pain.
One final incoherent whisper...
"Slow... it...
IS."
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รɭ๏ฬ & קคเภŦยɭ >>
A single flame drifts out into the ripples of the night.
Uncertain faces emerge from the fog in a canoe arranged line. Fear & sweat trickle down the paddler's neck. Putrid the stench, as intoxicating as the low rumbled snarling that can just barely be heard in the distance ahead. Heavy shoulders give into fate, paralyzing each into submission, eyes flickering meaninglessly to struggle. They continue to drift down stream, fog clearing as the boat reaches a narrow passage way with tight land masses on both sides. Pupils dilate just as the clearing somehow delivers less clarity; ravaged body parts on either side, second in horror only to that still worsening smell.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
The paddler's hands tremble, causing the paddle oar to knock against the side of the boat. Slowly panning up his dirty jacket, past his thin cruddy neckline, & up to his transfixed eyes. Narrowly focused on something... deep in the reflection of his pupil, some type of... beastly silhouette.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Crackling embers float out across the canoe. A few stick to parts of each person's clothing, smouldering as the hypnotized withering passengers stare onward into the void.
Tension builds, hearts pounding, jaws dropped, hopes engulfed & burning.
Howling on approach, a red incensed demon looking wolf begins pacing the canoe from the left side.
Smelling how afraid they are. Grinding his red glowing teeth ferociously in the anticipation of fresh flesh. The paddler is still frozen in place despite the rising heat. Finally, the front cloth sheathed passenger bursts into a standing position. Demon wolf runs away, more afraid of them than they were of it. Now pointing ahead at the snarling thing that captured the Paddler's attention. Gigantic red muscles peak through the foggy underworld atmosphere. Rising, the boat stops as the stream ends where the land merges.
Little pieces of human remains litter the ground like spicy popcorn chicken specials at Popeyes.
CLANK! CLAN- K...
Their oar hits the land, stopping the mindless pattern. The Paddler at the stern begins to come to, terrified & panicked, he jumps back into the water behind the canoe to escape up stream, but is picked off by a flying creature just as he leaped. Nauseatingly crunchy sounds are audible just before his final gargle. Roaring, the beast gathers momentum to sprint toward the canoe. He collides with it, flipping it just as the least paralyzed front passenger hops off onto the land.
The passenger removes his ember smouldering hood.
His greasy hair nearly ignites from the hood smoulders.
"RAWWRRRRRRR!"
Snapping it's now apparent monstrous demon tail, it just misses the passenger, who rolls over a few fragmented skulls, and into a rotting bunker of demon pisces. It turns around, and begins to charge. Claws out, balls out.
"♪♫ I WAAAANNT YOU TO...
Roooooock the boat,
Rock the boat-
Now, GIRL! Work the middle,
Work the middle- ♫♪(Aaliyah)"
Looking back up at the crimson river stream, the passenger squints, making out a cheerful Gabe Reno in a Gondolier hat. His gondola drifting down to where the canoe lays flipped over. Wild demon wolves gnawing at the remains of the other patrons on board the three hour tour. Gabe smiles and waves at him, seemingly oblivious to his own impending doom. The passenger rolls his eyes as he dodges a swipe from the demon beast, before finally behind grabbed by a huge red overgrown hand.
"Um, excuse me, Mister tough demon... uh, dude?"
Frustration at the dinner interruption, the beast turns around.
"Hey, buddy, how ya doin'?
Gabe Reno, nice to meet cha- HEY!
Now you listen here,
don't you eat THAT passenger!"
The demon snarls, then bring the passenger closer to his mouth.
"Hey! I SAID NO, PAL!"
The demon waits for a moment in disappointment, then slowly raises the Passenger toward his blood or possibly saliva drenched lips. Gabe can't believe the lack of common courtesy, pulling something out on a lanyard tucked in his Gondolier overly tailored Italian shirt. Gabe begins putting the same lung capacity & effort into blowing his rape whistle at the beast as he did into his rendition of Rock The Boat.
"NO MEANS NO,
MISTER!"
Reno watches as the passenger tries to use his grease to Crisco slip out of the demon's palm. Other demon beasts surround them, having heard the whistle. Beast demon jerk-face grins at Gabe, just as something... happens. The other demons begin pelting the beast with human rocks. Dropping the passenger in retreat. One of the demons looks at Gabe, reaching down at his whistle, Reno gives the demon a high fire five⋆。˚ ⋆.
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Gabe's eyes flicker back in his original position under the bed.
"Seek & Destroy? Save the passenger?
So I can kill him myself."
Moments later, picking up at Gabe chuckling to himself. Water reflects off the lens in a dark room somewhere in Sanatorium. A rope pulled by force, dipping a gurney into the pool with a patient strapped to it.
.ʜɔƚiᙠ ꙅiʜT ᴎɿɒW
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