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April 24, 2016

Pure Human - Clyde vs Whitey

[Posted by Ted H]

I think there was once twice in the last novel where I shifted the focus and perspective away from Blake and onto other people. It definitely happens more in this one, mostly because of the importance of Anin (which wasn't the original plan)

Anyway, Whitey. Actually, she's based off of someone I knew. That means yes, there are people like her out in the world who pray at the drop of a dime, hate fun, and actually want to do good without promise of reward. Weird, right? This is actually the third time I've based a character off her, which really isn't a lot when you realize I tend to recycle the personalities of people I know time and again. For the record, I've been getting more and more original characters (like Clyde here) a shot.

Other 2 times I've utilized the Whitey persona: That One Night, here and here....and more prominently as a focal character in Safe Haven.

Oh course, the record of usage for one person I know in things I write belongs to Will, of the Default Will Rule fame.
...There's also Teto, someone I've utilized so much I've stopped even finding new names for him and just inserted him directly into everything (Well, not everything has his name, sometimes I feel the need to actually change it)


[Pure Human - Clyde vs Whitey]

            "Stay right there," the security guard said to Clyde as he waited to be given an ID sticker. He waited and waited and eventually assumed trouble when the security guard came back with two additional security guards. "Clyde Rackner," the original guard said as he held up his ID to read. "Remind me how you're related to John Fitzsimmons?"
            Clyde could have played along, trying to weave through the lie he built, but something told him that Blake had fucked things up for him and he might as well abandon ship. He snatched back his ID and took off out the door. The guards all gave chase, but once Clyde was out of sight, he slipped out of the physical world and out of sight.
            "No cigarettes are worth this bull shit," he said as he strolled back into the hospital. Laying low out of the physical world was always ideal, but it hospitals, the physical world was the best approach. The reason was because it was hard to get around without being noticed or detected in such tight confines. Elevators were a no-no so Clyde had to take his trip to the stairs. He was at least thankful that it was just Blake and Whitey who could find him on sight this way. Any more people and he might lose it.
            After conquering the stairs, Clyde had to risk opening the door into the hallway, meaning if anyone was watching it, the door looked to be opening on its own. From there it was a carful walk to the ICU and towards the Fitzsimmons room. Opening the sliding door into there was easier since most attention was placed on the girl down the hall. Once safely inside, Clyde felt safe again to return to the physical world. "And with a few minutes to spare," he said with a smile as John Fitzsimmons reacted to his sudden appearing out of thin air.
            "If it's alright with you, let's just assume you still remember my little speech from yesterday and just pick up from that point," Clyde said as he reached into his jacket and pulled out his shank. The old man's labored breaths became more severe as he eyed the weapon being drawn out. "Don't worry," Clyde said "I'm not killing you with it. Well, you're dying either way, and then I'll be stabbing your spirit, which will send you directly to hell where you belong." Clyde took a moment to think about what he just said. "Hmm," he said "Maybe that John fucker had a point."
            Clyde looked to Fitzsimmons and shrugged after checking his watch. "Either way," he said as he slipped himself back out of the physical world in preparation "Time to croak so I can get on with my day." Fitzsimmons' breathing became quicker and shallower as he gripped his chest as he laid back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Clyde was so impatiently focused on watching the dying, that he didn't turn around to see who it was when he heard the door slide open behind him. It was probably a nurse or someone hearing the alarm generated by the dying man.
            "Be gone, demon!" a familiar voice screamed out.
            "Oh jeeze, not this bitch aga-" Clyde remarked before he felt an blast of energy strike him in the back, blowing him back into the physical world and flat onto his face. "I am not a fucking demon!" Clyde screamed as he rolled over and got back on his feet, brandishing his shank in the process.
            "I will not let you claim this poor soul in its final hour," Whitey said as she took position at the door.
            "He's going to Hell!" Clyde exclaimed "There's nothing to claim that your god hasn't already dismissed!" Whitey ignored him as she whispered into his fist that had a glowing rosary wrapped around it before chucking another ball of energy at him. "Son of a-" Clyde cried out as he took it in the chest and it knocked him back into the window. Whitey wound up and prepared to fire again when Clyde realized she wasn't trying to kill him, just blow him out the building.
            "Get out!" she screamed as she chucked another attack his way. Clyde dove for the ground as the attack crashed through the window, blowing broken glass in all directions. Clyde scrambled to his feet and dove at Whitey immediately, shoulder checking her in the stomach. They both toppled down with Clyde staying on top. Clyde risked a look behind him and to his dismay, Fitzsimmons had died.
            "Fuck fuck fuck!" he yelled as he noticed the spirit of the dead man sneaking his way out the door before taking off down the hall. "This is all I fucking need!" he yelled as he slipped back into the spirit world and took off after. He got two steps when he felt Whitey grab him by the back of the collar and haul him to the ground and back into the real world.
            "Are you fucking kidding me?" he yelled as he kicked and flailed his hands at his attacker to get her off of him. Whitey began to chant something in preparation of some exorcising technique. "I really don't have time for this shit!" Clyde screamed as he landed a kick to Whitey's head, causing her to let go and fall back.
            "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" Clyde screamed as he sprinted back after Fitzsimmons. He was now resorting to the hope that the ghost was dumb enough to keep running as opposed to hiding, because Clyde didn't have time to search the hospital thoroughly with Whitey antagonizing him. "It's a fucking old man," he thought to himself "How far could he possibly have gone?"
            After racing down several hallways, and with security most likely on their way up, Clyde gave up his frantic search to instead worry about his more prevalent annoyance. He made his way out of the hospital through the spirit world and waited out back in an out of the way location where he knew no one would happen by. He waited several minutes until Whitey came for him, apparently after a wardrobe change.
            "Do you live in your own comic book world?" Clyde asked as Whitey stood prepared for him. "Come at me, demon, for I know you cannot defeat me," she said as she began to glow with holy light. "I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. DEMON!" Clyde screamed as he readied his shank.
            Whitey then came running at him with such a speed and in such a way, that it seemed like she was flying. Clyde barely had time to ready himself when the girl pushed into him, knocking him back and over. Clyde was anything but ready for this confrontation; Reapers were up for a specific job and fighting wasn't one of them.
            Clyde rolled over and got up as best he could. He was indeed immortal, but pain and fatigue were still a very real thing for him. Whitey geared up for the same attack as Clyde tried to formulate a plan on the fly. He was out powered and out gunned by this girl, but he refused to believe that she also had him out smarted. Whitey came running again and Clyde decided to run right at her as well, the sheer shock of his decision causing Whitey to pull up in attempt to attack earlier than she planned.
            As they collided into each other, Clyde swung his shank into Whitey as hard as he could. Whitey cried out as both of them were knocked back from each other onto the ground. Whitey clutched a bleeding wound at her abdomen as Clyde stood up and approached the fallen fighter. "I had a job to do, but you couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?" he yelled at Whitey, who couldn't even bother to look up at him.
            "Maybe someone needs to rape your dumb ass, eh?" he asked as he reached down and grabbed her by the hair, bloody shank in hand, in no mood for leniency. Whitey then screamed at the top of her lungs as a blast of energy emitted from her, blowing Clyde away several yards and into a tree. By the time he recovered himself, Whitey was gone.
            Clyde thought about going after the girl who so foolishly and self-righteously got in his way, but ultimately decided against it. He got her worse than she got him, and in the end the paperwork involved with killing a member of the living who wasn't scheduled for a reaping just wasn't worth it. "Cunt," he commented as he brushed the dirt off of himself and pocketed his shank. As it was he was in a heap of trouble, and he didn't have time to kill looking to pick a fight.

April 17, 2016

Pure Human - Charming

[Posted by Ted H]

So, I'm all set to get back on track and finish this novel.........I just need to, you know, find some free time to actually write. Could have written the other day while waiting for my car to get worked on, but no one told me the waiting room at the mechanics was nice and had power outlets and free wifi...usually the ones I frequent are shit holes....


[Pure Human - Charming]

            John leaned against a sign near the hospital with his arms crossed as he eyed Whitey power walking towards the entrance. She was still dressed appropriately, though John still mentally noted the tight jeans she wore. "Morning," he said before he checked his watch to make sure it was still before noon. "Where's the other one?" she asked as she stopped. "We were under the agreement that you wouldn't even stop if you saw him here," John said "So he's hiding."
            Blake then came out from crouching behind the sign John was leaning against and brushed himself off. "I have better things to do," Whitey commented as she moved to walk on. "What you late?" Blake asked. "I'm not late," Whitey snapped back, a bit more angrily than she intended. "You're late," Blake said with a grin.
            "And what if I am?" Whitey decided as she put her hands on her hips and glared at Blake. "C'mon," Blake asked "I investigate, and you wage a holy war. Let's not step on each other's toes here. Help me investigate and I'll give you something to fight." Whitey didn't even dignify that with a response as she scrunched her face at Blake and walked away. "Last chance," Blake said as Whitey didn't even look back.
            "Charming as always," Blake said sarcastically and he readjusted his trench coat. "Were you expecting a different reaction?" John said, not turning his gaze away from Whitey as she walked into the hospital. "Not really," Blake said "But I figure she could've replaced the woman on our little team."
            "We work better on our own," John reminded him as Blake nodded and they walked back to the car. Not long after they reached the car, John's phone rang. "Unknown number," John said as he looked to the screen "Damn telemarketers." He was about to deny the call when Blake took the phone from him. "That should be Clyde," he said as he answered it. "Tell me you were worth that cigarette," he said into the phone.
            "Yeah, you know it," Clyde said on the other line "I spent all last night tracking down a runner before giving up on the other. I had some free time before the old guy so I went early to the hospital and watched yo girl. There was some other guy there, white coat but not a doctor. He was getting looks at the little girl. The woman noticed him too and followed him out, so I followed her."
            "You bartered a cigarette to have Lena tailed?" John asked.
            "Who's Lena?" Clyde asked.
            "Never mind that," Blake said "Continue. Where did Whitey follow the guy to?"
            "Well she tailed him to his house, I guess," Clyde said "I was gonna follow her in by slipping out of sight, but she apparently can see me too. She chased me off. Barked that she was gonna send me back to hell or something."
            "Yeah, that sounds like her," Blake mumbled.
            "Anyway," Clyde continued "I laid low and kept an eye on the house. Eventually she came back out and headed off. So I followed her to see if she were going anywhere else interesting. She pulled over and headed into the woods. I figured that odd, but followed anyway. Turns out, she was still on to me and laid a trap. Bitch jumped me and threw some freaky power shit at me."
            "You alright?" Blake asked. John didn't share the same concern.
            "Yeah, pays to me immortal," Clyde said "Plus you can't just banish a Reaper to Hell just because you're pissed off. I'll text you the address where that guy she followed lives, but consider us even. I gotta split. As it is I'll be cutting it close to reap that Fitzsimmons guy."
            "Happy reaping," Blake said and hung up. "You didn't just say that," John said as he rolled his eyes. "What?" Blake said as he waited for the text of where to go.

April 10, 2016

Pure Human - Common Sense

[Posted by Ted H]

And now the point where erryone gets angry!


[Pure Human - Common Sense]

            "So what are you actually trying to find?" Joey asked after a while of silence, breaking John from his scattered thoughts while gazing in the general direction of the dying old man. "It's complicated," John responded "A creature, or creatures, of sorts."
            "What kind of creature?"
            "I...uh...I have no idea right now. That's what we're trying to figure."
            "Have you ruled out, you know, common sense. You're looking for monsters. Maybe it's just some guy."
            "Whatever did this ripped at least two families to shreds."
            "That doesn't prove anything."
            "Well...damn. We sound crazy when you talk about it."
            "I don't think it's the way I'm talking about it that makes it seem crazy."
            Just then the distinct scream of Anin rang through the area. John and Joey both took a look at each other before they were off and sprinting after Anin and Blake. Inside the girl's room was a scene of chaos and Anin laid on the ground in a ball and Blake was in a shouting match with a doctor. Frank was worriedly looking over his daughter while the two police officers were talking to each other behind the doctor, to John's estimation probably over who would have to arrest Blake.
            "What the hell happened in here?" John called out as Joey sprang to scoop Anin off the ground. "Who are these assholes now?" the doctor yelled. "Check the girl!" Blake yelled at the doctor "She's fine. Anin didn't hurt her!"
            "She laid hands on my patient!" the doctor yelled back "And who the hell decided either of you could approach her anyway?" He then turned to the cops "Are either of you idiots interested in doing your jobs?" The cops both looked to Frank, who wasn't interested outside of Suzie, then looked offended back to the doctor. John didn't think they were interested in arresting Blake after the doctors outburst, but he still figured it best to get out while they were still unshackled.
            "This would be a good time to exit," John said to Blake as he finally backed off from the doctor. Blake said nothing, but took a step towards the door. Anin had finally composed herself and rose from the ground, but the officers stood in her and Joey's way when they tried to leave. "Hey," Blake said at the cops, but John was pushing him out. "What do you think is going to happen when they do an actual check on us and realize we have nothing to do with that Jewish guy down the hall?" John reminded him as they reluctantly left to escape the hospital.
            They waited outside for Joey, who came storming out looking for Blake. "What the fuck happened?" he screamed. "She saw through the girl's eyes," Blake said "She saw what attacked her family." Joey balled his hands into fists. "I don't care about some lunatic. Anin's detained in a room answering to police because you insisted on involving her!" he yelled as he threw his hands in the air.
            "If by lunatic, you mean unholy creature from unknown origin," Blake said "Then yes, I had to include her. Or did you forget the part where she insisted on joining."
            "You're encouraging this delusion!" Joey barked back "She has strange dreams, and you're encouraging her that they're real. Some poor girl's family was murdered, and you want her believing the devil did it."
            "The devil didn't do it," Blake said, causing John to sigh and rub his temples. "Joey," he said, trying to intervene "I know you don't want to hear any of this, but we've seen the places these things have been. We know the damage they've caused. This isn't some serial killer running around and Blake isn't forcing Anin to believe things she doesn't already believe herself."
            "You're trying to say monsters are responsible?" Joes asked with an arched eyebrow.
            "Pretty much, yeah," Blake said. Joey took a swing at him, but Blake stepped back quickly, causing Joes to miss wildly and almost fall over. "Don't do that twice," Blake said with a level expression. Joey looked to Blake then to John who looked ready to pounce. "Fuck both of you," he said "If I catch either of you near my house or my girl, I'm calling the cops." He then stormed off back towards the hospital.
            "He took his own car to get here, right?" Blake asked.
            "Now I know why," John responded "Are you sure what Anin saw with that girl is legit?"
            "Yup," Blake said "She pretty much relived her last conscious moments. For one: We're not dealing with some random lunatic. For two: There's definitely a few more than just one of them."
            "Great. So we've got an opposition of numerous bloodthirsty creatures we can't even figure the origin to, our best leads to this is in the hospital where the police will likely have a few questions for us if we go near them again, your psychic dream lady is barred to us by her pissy boyfriend and we have no leads and no clue on what to do now. Fantastic."
            "There's always Whitey."
            "Ah yes, the holy warrior who hates you. What makes you even think she'll make an appearance?"
            "Frank had two coffees earlier, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't trying to be generous for me. He was waiting for someone, someone who is late."
            "And you know it's Lena because...?"
            "Because Frank is in pain and she needs to make it all better, starting with coddling him in his daughter's hospital room."
            "So where is she now? Why is she late?"
            "That's a good question. Maybe she's on to something and is following up. Or maybe she's late because her hair is a mess. Only one way to know for sure."
            "Stakeout. Fun," John said sarcastically "You wanna grab a coffee or something while we wait."
            "Already stole one from Frank on my way out," Blake said as he held up the cup and drank.
            "How do you do that?"

April 3, 2016

Pure Human - Apples

[Posted by Ted H]

This next part was fun to a psychotic sort of way...
(I make no apologies)

[Pure Human - Suzie]

            The hospital was as cold and uninviting as it was yesterday. Joey insisted on tagging along for this trip, so Blake had to concoct a story for how him and Anin both were invested in the dying John Fitzsimmons. "They're both my cousins," Blake explained "They just flew into town to say goodbye to Uncle John." The new security guard, younger than the previous days one and more interested in a seductive looking woman walking around the foyer, barely batted an eye at Blake's story and issued ID stickers to everyone.
            "I feel that the lying was wholly unnecessary," Anin said as they made their way to the elevators. "Hey, it pays to be good at lying in this business," Blake explained. "Then why did that lie suck so much?" Joey asked. "You're the only one who doesn't need to be here," Blake said back "So feel free to shut up."
            They took the elevator up to the appropriate floor, then made their way to the ICU. "Brace yourselves, this could get repulsive," Blake said as they walked towards the door and Blake slid it open to reveal a dying old man in his bed. "What the hell?" Joey said. "Say hello to your dear Uncle John," Blake said as he ushered everyone inside. "This is stupid," Joey said as Blake motioned Anin back out the door with himself.
            "You two keep the old man entertained," Blake said as Anin stepped passed him outside. "Coming here was your idea," Joey exclaimed as he pointed to Fitzsimmons. "Well it's gonna be weird if all of us walk into the girl's room down the hall," Blake said. "Not even going to say hello to your dear old dad?" John asked sarcastically. "I know how it'll end," Blake said as he started to slide the door closed "I already watched a dad die in the hospital."
            Blake and Anin then made their way down towards the Anderson room. Two cops were again stationed by the door as Blake tried to get a look inside. "Mr. Blake!" Frank called from behind, Blake and Anin turned to see him walking over with a couple styrofoam cups of coffee in his hands. "Hey, that guy doesn't hate you yet," Anin joked as Blake ignored her and shook Frank's hand after taking a coffee from it. "Any news from your investigation?" Frank asked.
            "Sure," Blake said "But let's talk a little more privately." Frank nodded and led the way into his daughter's room. Blake smiled at the cops as he passed, but they stared right through him. Anin avoided eye contact. Once inside, Blake closed the door and slip some blinds over so no one outside could see them.
            "Has your daughter shown any signs of waking?" Blake opened, causing Frank to hang his head low. "No," he said "Doctors aren't sure when she will." Blake looked to Anin and nodded her over to the bed. "Who is she?" Frank asked. "Friend of mine," Blake responded "Figure she could try to speak to your daughter on another level."
            "That's not how this works, Blake," Anin said as she approached the girl. Blake shushed her. Frank watched silently as Anin sat down in a chair next to the bed and reached for the girl's hand. "This is somewhat like an invasion of privacy," Anin said "And if she's nonresponsive, then there's only so much communication that I can accomplish."
            "Do what you can," Blake said. "Please," Frank added. "What's her name?" Anin asked. "Suzie," Frank said, tears welling up in his eyes. "Okay," Anin said as she brushed her hand across Suzie's forehead. She then leaned over and touched her forehead to the girl's as she whispered "Are you here, Suzie?"
            The room then grew quiet as Blake and Frank watched Anin remain motionless over Suzie. "Think anyone would notice if I opened the window for a smoke?" Blake asked. Frank gave a worried look as he refused to look away from Anin. "Right," Blake said "Business first."

March 27, 2016

Pure Human - Breakfast at Anin's

[Posted by Ted H]

Happy Zombie Jesus day!


[Pure Human - Breakfast at Anin's]

            "Answer your freaking phone," Blake said as he listened to the endless ring-back while he cradled John's cell phone in his ear with his shoulder, all while he worked on making breakfast with both of his hands. "When's the last time that guy ever answered you on the first try?" John asked while sitting at the table with his feet up. "There was that one time," Blake said as he gave up on the phone and placed it down "But the world was at stake, so I guess that didn't count."
            "What's for breakfast?"
            "What's ever for breakfast with me cooking?"
            "I've learned to hate eggs."
            "I got cheese and what I believe to be bacon. Anything else for your omelet?"
            "I saw hot sauce in their fridge last night."
            "Oooo, daring."
            "Can you focus? What was the name of the guy you met in Anin's head?"
            "That's way too many vowels."
            "He's behind whatever's happening. We figure him out, we get to the bottom of this case."
            "And what about whatever's going around town slaughtering people?"
            "Right, well, that seems to take priority."
            "Want to talk about why what you did last night involved you staring into Anin's eyes like a long lost lover all night?"
            "Part of the process I guess."
            "Not going to lie, we fucked with you guys a little to see if you'd wake up or notice."
            "Did you draw on my face?"
            "Nah, waved our hands in between your faces. Poked you a couple of times. Joey wanted to punch you in the back of the head to see if you'd notice, but I convinced him not to."
            "Classy. That's all I would've needed was that galoot forcing me out of the dream world right when I was making progress."
            "Learn anything relevant about that anus guy besides his name?"
            "That he needs eye drops or something."
            "So, nothing relevant."
            "Can't assume he says anything I can believe."
            "Except his name?"
            "Oh, types like that guy, it's all about the name. They need you to know who's in charge. He's behind all the killing, and even if we never find out his methods and reasons, he needs all the right people to know he's the one behind it."
            "So we get a hold of Matthew on the phone and..."
            "We tell him the name, he tells us what this guy's deal is and how to stop him. Easy."
            "If you say so. So where to first?"
            "I want to see that cave by the lake again. Maybe we missed something. I also want to try something with that little girl at the hospital."
            "Try what? CPS might want to know what you're planning."
            "Something akin to what Anin and I did last night."
            "You might want to bring Anin just to be sure."
            "Bring Anin where?" Anin asked as she and Joey walked into the kitchen. "I feel ill," Blake said "I think we should go to the hospital." Anin rolled her eyes as she sat down next to John. "There's a little girl from that house yesterday," John explained "She isn't waking up and apparently Blake thinks he can go into her mind like he did to you last night."
            "No, you can't do that," Anin said shaking her head at Blake "You have to actually know what you're doing, especially if the other person isn't allowing you into their mind." She sat up straight and tilted her head at Blake. "See, I knew I'd be useful for this," she said as she smiled "You need me."
            "I guess we're going to the hospital first," John said as Blake shrugged and went back to the stove. "Right after breakfast," Blake said "Now how much hot sauce does everyone want in their eggs?"
            "What?" Anin said.

March 20, 2016

Pure Human - Embrace Eternity

[Posted by Ted H]

"Seconds From Disaster" and "Kitchen Nightmare" are addictive shows to watch. Be warned........


[Pure Human - Embrace Eternity]

            The lights were on all over the house when they arrived. "I don't see Joey's car," John said as they got out and approached the front door. Blake thought about a cigarette, but he didn't have many left. It also looked like it was about to rain and he didn't feel like getting wet. "By the way," John said as he knocked on the front door "Dibs on the guest bedroom." Blake snapped out of his thoughts on the rain. "Wait, there was a bed?" he asked as John smiled. "Cheater," Blake said as Anin opened the door.
            "Hey guys!" she said with a little more spring in her step than what was normal for her. "Hey, Anin," John said "Figured you'd be tired at this point."
            "Nah," she said "Watching some movies and drinking lots of coffee."
            "Coffee?" Blake asked "You got my attention."
            Anin led the way as Blake and John followed her to the kitchen where she had a fresh pot ready. "This place reeks," John commented from the heavy scent of coffee in the air. Under the full light of being indoors, they noticed the dark bags under Anin's eyes. "I thought you were going to get some sleep," John said as he looked into the trash to see several coffee filters "I didn't even know you drank coffee."
            "Got any cream?" Blake asked as he poured himself a cup. "I dunno," Anin said, ignoring John "I've been drinking it straight."
            "Alright," John said "You've had enough, both of you."
            "Dude, chill out," Blake said "Anin's clearly a first timer and went a little hard."
            "She looks like she's about to collapse."
            "So she'll sleep like the dead and have the mother of all shakes in the morning," Blake reasoned "Besides, we need to knock our heads together, the three of us, and try to figure this out." He turned to Anin. "Feel like pulling an all nighter?" Anin's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Hell yes!" she shouted as Blake and John grabbed seats at the kitchen table.
            They spent several hours trying to figure the different pieces of the case that they knew about. Anin had several books on mythological creatures and being of unknown origin, but there was nothing that stuck out for Blake. They took a map of the area, marked the two houses of known attacks and the lake, and tried to figure out the next possible locations of attack, but couldn't settle on where the creatures might strike next, or what even to do about it even if they could settle on an area of possible houses. Finally, Anin tried consulting several types of stones and tarot cards to attempt to uncover some fact of the creatures, but no clear answer came to her.
            By the time they ran out of remotely useful ideas, it was after 11 and Joey had finally returned home. He walked into the kitchen to see the three still by the table, a mess of coffee, cards, stones and papers all over the place. "Fun night?" he asked as he looked to each of the exhausted people sitting in front of him. "Fruitless one, if anything," Blake said as he pulled out a cigarette and played with it in his hand. Joey looked like he had been rained on a fair amount, but the siren song of a cigarette was eating away at him mind, and he suddenly didn't seem to care as much with getting a little wet.

March 13, 2016

Pure Human - I Think I Found Fido

[Posted by Ted H]

Posted from the past! Gives me 2 weeks to maybe/probably avoid Diarrhea of the Dead...


[Pure Human - I Think I Found Fido]

            John gave off a look as he tossed the tracker back to Blake and reached around for his pistol. He slowly stepped inside and tried a switch. Immediately the front hallway lit up. "Looks okay so far," he said as Blake walked in behind him and shut the door. They slowly made their way down the hall with no signs of life announcing themselves to their presence. "Maybe everyone's on vacation," John suggested.
            "Yeah," Blake said "Way more likely than living in a world where creatures on unknown origin murder a family in the middle of the night, decapitate a small child and slip away without anyone noticing."
            "Technically it's still more likely," John said as they arrived at the basement door. It sat open with blood stained all around the frame. "So, what seems more likely?" Blake asked as John ignored him and pushed the door all the way open with his gun. He tried the light switch for the basement but the room remained dark. "Stay behind me," he said as he switched back on his flashlight and pointed it down the stairs. Every step was covered in blood and claw marks. Carefully, they made their way down.
            The basement was unfinished, with wood panel walls and rugs placed about to cover the concrete. The ceiling lights and other such light sources were all smashed recently, broken shards of glass, some bloody, were strewn about. Blake could hear the wind blow by the open window as he checked the tracker and slowly made his way through the dark, closing in on the source. He stopped when he heard a squishing noise underfoot. He pulled out his lighter and ignited it to get a close look at where he was. The rug was soaked in blood and as he panned around, he found out why.
            "Think I found Fido," he said as he observed the carcass. "What do you mean you think?" John asked as he observed his own found blood splatter. "I mean I'm pretty sure I found the dog," Blake said "It just doesn't look much like a dog anymore." John checked around the entire basement before returning to Blake. "This place is empty," he said but did little to let his guard down "How would the family here not know about what happened down here?"
            "I think we both know the answer to that question," Blake said as both men made their way out of the basement and back up the stairs. They swept through the first floor but didn't find anyone. The second floor was a different scene as they found the bodies of another family mutilated beyond recognition.
            What remained of the parents were lumped in a giant pile on top of their bed, arms and legs had been torn off and all appendages had bite marks all over. There was a teenage son who was left mostly untouched, except his intestines had been ripped out and tossed throughout his bedroom. There was also a young daughter whose eyes had been poked all the way through and completely skinned below the neck. There was no sign of the skin and the body had been discarded to the other side of the bed on the floor, as if she had served her purpose after being skinned.
            "You know, I hate it when I'm right," Blake said as they left the second floor and returned to the front hallway. "We gotta call the cops," John said. "No, we don't," Blake said "We were able to ghost this without anyone knowing we got in here, we call the cops now, they'll assume we had something to do with what's upstairs."
            "So what do we do about it?"
            "We leave. We find the creatures. We go home. We try to forget what we saw upstairs."
            "What do you mean by creatures?"
            "I'm beginning to think there's more than one. No way only one can eat that much, or cause that much damage so quickly. Everyone was killed in their beds. That was too messy upstairs to be done quietly."
            "Lovely," John said "So how do we go about this?"
            Blake thought about it a moment. "I have no idea," he said "At this point all we can do is wait for it, or them, to strike again. Maybe they'll form a pattern of where they're hunting. They obviously left here when it started getting dark, so maybe we can go out tomorrow and see if any house looks broken into."
            "That's a very passive way to go about it."
            "Yeah, but there's little we can do without knowing where to look. I'll try calling Mathew tomorrow with what we know. maybe he's heard of whatever this is."
            They left the house and made their way back to the car. John insisted on calling 9-1-1 but Blake told him to wait on it. They drove in silence the rest of the way back to where Anin was. By then it was pitch black outside and many of the street lights weren't working. John had tried the radio, but his preset stations were all static and he didn't feel like scanning for whatever was local, so he turned the radio back off. Blake preferred the silence; it allowed him to think and process all of the information he'd taken in to this point.