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Hazle- IV part short story
part 1
Migraine
The enormous white bear lumbered down the avenue without abandon. It's huge paws, big enough to easily palm a basketball, dug into the cement and ripped up pieces of stone and sand. The beast lumbered forward, her shadow flickering in and out of view in the anemic moonlight. The bear interrupted her gate near a large brown pole that was buried into the sidewalk. She let loose a sepulchral roar from within and stood on her back legs. With a tremendous defilement the bears front paws [censored] the base of the pole until it toppled into a nearby convience store. Power lines and splinters of wood rained down on the Quickmart's empty cement porch. Darkness fell over the surrounding area and the white bear returned to it's obscure walk down the tenebrous road.
Kaley opened her eyes quickly and violently raised her upper body from the bed. "[censored] nightmares, ugh."
The side of her temples pounded and throbbed without waining for what seemed like an eternity. Kaley stared ahead like a chronic catatonic until the pain began to subside. She placed her small hand against the side of her head and stumbled out of bed. The bottoms of her bare feet felt cold on the wood floor. "Ah," she whispered, "God dammit. That's cold. Cold, cold, cold."
Kaley slipped her feet into a pair of blue slippers that she kept near the foot of the bed.
"Oh, [censored]!" she grumlbed as the alarm clock blinked back at her. With an increasing urgency Kaley grabbed her watch from the night stand and cast a hopeful glance at the indifferent hands of time. "Ah [censored]," she yelled, her voice carrying a crystaline tone.
In a genuinly slothful and hapless motion she flopped onto the edge of her bed. The pounding, forked up from her temple, began to reverberate through her skull. The sound of the pulse, which was similar to a muffled drum sequence, began to beat rythmically in her ear. The sound embraced an acute silouhette, which gathered speed, akin to a large boulder affirmating gravity by the actuation of movement. With the force and violence of a hammer to the head of a nail, the throbbing struck home it's uncanny, crippling force. Kaley's vision was slowly being despoiled by distortion and a diminutive black hole began to egress across her cycloramic view. It's diameter expanded at an unnatural rate until pinhead muddle reached the size of a grapefruit. The circumference became the border for a greyish haze that expanded outward from the confines of a black origin. Metallic whispers began to satiat Kaley's ears. She raised her left hand and inched forth an extended index finger. Could I touch this she thought. Her bony finger pushed forward and seemed to disappear within the cirlce of abysmal shadow. A tingling ran up her spine, like an infant scurring across neglected grass, and overtook the pain in her temple.
Barrring, Barrrinng screamed her cellphone. Ignorant to concerns and listness in nature, the digital tones belted out a call for anyone with a healthy sense of hearing.
Kaley jumped at the sound and when her attention slipped away from the grapefruit sized hole it dissapeared. Kaley shook her head and picked up the phone.
"Hello," spoke Kaley
"Kat," answered a squeaky female voice, "Kat, where are you?"
Kaley fell back in bed. "uhh, the power must of went out because my alarm clock didn't go off, again."
"You got that right. Your entire block lost power. A pole fell over last night and smashed up the quick mart."
"Get out," replied Kaley, "there was no wind that I can remember. Huh, that's weird."
"Hey, you better get in here quick sister," replied the voice, "Barnes is gonna be pissed if he hasn't fired you already."
"Uhh, I can't make it in today," replied Kaley
"More of the headaches?" replied the snippity voice.
"Yeah," Kaley tactlessly retorted.
"Okay, I'll talk to Barnes but I don't think he's gonna be happy. Hey, why don't you head to that specialist I was telling you about," spoke the voice.
"You know I hate doctors-"
"Yeah, but this one's supposed to be cute. Oh crap! Barnes is heading towards me. I gotta go," the voice clippings it's words and fading into an electronic base octave.
"Okay, bye Trish." spoke Kaley in tired voice.
Kaley put the phone down on her cherry veneer nighstand and slipped back into bed. She opened the bed side table's drawer and took out a folded newspaper. Her eyes scanned the block ads until they found the quarry.
Dr. Klein
Neuro specialist
123 east mendenhall ave
671-566-7663
Call for an appointment today
Barrinng, Barrinnng...
"Doctor Kleins office how may I help you?" spoke an annoying voice. The tone presented itself as an abstruse indifference to the ears.
"Hi, I saw your ad and I'd like to make an appointment." replied Kaley.
"Okay, I have one later on in the week-" the peevish voice answered devoid of any forthought.
Kaley interrupted her, "Do you have any today? I'm having these nasty headaches."
"I don't think so, let me see..." chirped the woman, "Yep, your in luck. I have a 2:30 this afternoon. There was a cancelation."
"Okay, great," said Kaley
"Can I have your name and number please?" asked the faceless stream of syllables.
"Sure, My name is Kaley Walls and my number is 671-566-9898," replied Kaley.
"Okay, we'll see you later then, bye bye," spoke the woman's voice. The last two words seemed to degrade and break down into a peckish mesh of inflections.
Kaley put down the phone and looked at the ad again. She folded the paper and cursorily flipped through the pages. Her fingers paused on the special interest section. The lifeless, mechanical print provided a theater of somber faces that belonged to people who had gone missing over the last year. None of the missing carried any simularities save for one. They all resided in the area or a few counties out. That's odd thought Kaley, hmmph.
Kaley arrived a little on the early side. Thanks to her foster parents, Kaley developed a neurotic condition of being prompt. Her obsession with being early often caused her to fall into a gentle psychosis. She hated going to the doctor to begin with, dealing with a mind bending, obsessive compulsive train of thought would only add to the aggrevation and impact her headaches. The worst part of the entire process involved the sign in and paperwork. The assistants nail you with a [censored]load of paperwork and then tell you to wait.
In the wasted time your curious eyes evaluate the surrounding unhinged, in hopes of finding someone who, in the end is worse off than you. Thoughts like this helped the time pass for Kaley. The reading material was trite and illicitated meager thoughts of suicide. If she became locked in a room with these people surely she would scower the surroundings for something sharp to slit her wrists. Kaley laughed inwardly at the notion of her blood filling the lobby and creating a river of crimson to wade through. Nothing as exciting and dubious of that nature would happen now she thought. Unless she could find a way to draw blood from a series of paper cuts.
The door to her left opened and an old nurse walked into the hall. "Kaley?" asked a Nurse with a pair of radar like eyes. An old aged face tried to associate the name with the faces that helped supplement her income and allow her the time to gossip and complete crossword puzzles. A parasital existance that stemmed from another person's life long studies and acomplishments.
Kaley looked up and smiled. She followed the nurse into the treatment room and eventually landed herself in the familiar secondary waiting room. A few minutes passed. Kaley glanced at the room. Fairly typical stuff. Latex gloves, biohazard disposal, a stethescope, and various other common medical equipment. The door handle began to turn and the doctor stepped through.
"Hi," he spoke, "I'm Doctor Klein. You must be Kaley?"
Kaley smiled and let her shoulders shrug just a bit. Trish was right. He was kind of cute. "Uhh, yes; that's me," she replied.
"Okay Kaley. What brings you to see me?" asked Klein.
Kaley lowered her head then tried to convey what her problem was to the doc. "Well for the last year or so I've been dealing with these chronic migraines. On top of that my temples begin to throb from time to time. It gets so bad that I can't move and I feel, I feel lethargic."
"I see," spoke Klein as he moved forward.
Kaley slinked back then Klien spoke in a soft tone, "Relax. I just want to check your temple."
The doctor gently placed his hands on Kaley's temples. He pressed just a bit, being careful not to illicate an extreme amount of pain. He needed to probe just enough to induce an honest reaction. "Does that hurt?"
Kaley grimaced slightly and replied, "There is a slight discomfort, yes."
Klein removed his hands from her head and sat in the Staples office chair across from her. The rollers on the base of the chair gave him freedom of movement to slide across teh floor. The doctor and chair skated across the floor. Kaley found it odd that the office building was comprised of old wooden plank floors. The doctor retrieved a pen from his front pocket and began writing on the clip board he picked up from the cluttered table catty corner to Kaley's overly cushioned chair. "I want to ask you a few more questions, is that okay?"
"Sure," replied Kaley
"Do you have any allergies?" asked Klein.
"None that I know of," replied Kaley.
"How would you rate the pain on a scale from 1-10. 1 being the lowest and 10 the highest?" he asked.
"Umm, I would say about a 9 when it gets going fully. Right now, nothing."
"What do you mean when you say gets going?"
Kaley put her hands on her thighs and thought for a moment, "the pain always starts small in my temples then gets worse over time. I get a throbbing or pulse in my head and this weird feeling." Kaley ended her thought and felt a bit hesitant, "promise you wont' laugh?"
"Laugh, why would I laugh I'm hear to help you." said Klein.
"Okay, sometimes it feels like there's something crawling in my head, like; maggots."
"Do you feel safe in your home, Kaley?" asked Doctor Klein.
Kaley thought that was an odd question, "Uhh, ya. I live alone and I have some neighbors so, uh...yes."
The doctor continued writing. Kaley tried to steal a glance at his words but they appeared an illegible piece of abstract scribblings. "Would you mind if I ran some tests? I want to get a CAT scan and some blood work." spoke Klein as he finished scribing the last bit of heirogliphics onto his sheet.
"Not at all. If you can help me get rid of these headaches then let's go." smiled Kaley.
Doc Klein stood up. "Okay great the nurse will be back and she'll take you to the CAT Scan room."
Before Kaley could say anything else the Doctor left the room. Hmm, maybe Trish was right after all. This place doesn't seem that bad. She laughed to herself, that is;until I get the bill.
Doctor Klein sat in a very large leather chair at his desk. He watched as the nurse set up the machine for Kaley. After a few minutes the Cat scan powered up and a picture of Kaley's brain was present on his monitor. He watched the image rotate and mirage of colors began to seperate the virtual brain areas. On the bottom of the screen a % began to run through an increasing scale. Klein watched as the % increased at an alarming rate until it finally stopped. 100% perfect match blinked on the bottom of the lcd monitor.
It was at this point an eyeball appeared a knot in the wood of Klein's office wall. The eye was hazle and filled the small circle signature of the pine paneling perfectly. It looked around in an encompassing motion then fixated on Klein. Seconds after the first eyeball appeared another one surfaced from a knot in the wall to the left of the first. Then another and another until all the pine knots in the walls of the room appeared as eyeballs. A voice bellowed out inside the office in a very cryptic tone. The hairs on Kleins neck stood on end.
"Kleinnnnnn," spoke the voice. Just as the last sounds of the n faded from the Doctors ears another eyeball appeared in front of Klein. This time in the computer screen. It was larger than the others and filled the entire screen. The eyeball blinked once and stared back at Klein.
"What, what do you want?" asked Klein in a very timid voice. He tried to sound imposing but the inconsistancy throughout his inflection projected an extreme picayune sense of force.
"You know what I want. Don't play games with me." replied the voice. The sound began to trip the light fantastic toe with Klein's fading tone. Only to cast off the Kleins fading feeble attempt at intimidation like a diabolical click of social preposession.
"I can't do it, not anymore." replied Klein casting out his costumed attitude and giving way to a disposition of beggary. He realized his thoughts were feeble compared to his masters cautionary contention which was delivered in an absorbing manner.
"Oh, what's the matter Klein. Your conscious getting the best of you. It's a little late for that, now isn't it," the voice spoke almost lacerating Kleins ears with an auditory barage of contempt. The tiny eyeballs now surrounding Klein blinked in perfect rapport with the hateful opera of speech. The large eyeball looked at Klein. It's pupil growing wider then slowly shrinking to the size of a pin head.
"You haven't forgotten our arrangement?" there was a laborious delay then the voice bellowed forth in a herculean idiom, "you know the terms of the deal. Would you like me to go over them again or perhaps I should take back the graces provided to you."
The keyboard on the desk began to shake and a few of the keys began to wiggle. The k,i,e,n and l to be precise. The vibrations continued until letter interfaces popped out of their nesting and fell to the side. The black keys bounced across the mahogany desktop spreading apart the furthur they slid, finally losing to gravity's unmatched muscle. The keyboard returned to it's stationary existance and a low squishing sound could be heard. Something reltated to the sound of meat being tossed in a grinder. In the spots where the keys were three small tentacles worked their way upward. They writhed and twisted toward Klein. One wrapped around his neck while another moved it's way up his shirt sleeve. The tentacles felt cold and tingly as hundreds of bucilla tickled Kleins skin, which in turn propelled the appendages forward. The last tentacle seemed to dance in front of Klein. It twisted and undualted at bizarre angles then began to pull backwards. The skin began to twist and alterations changed the end into a sharp point.
Klein was careful to remain motionless. He could see the eyes from the wood panels staring at him. It felt like they were looking into his soul. The eyeballs blinked again in accord.
"No, no please. That's not necessary," muttered Klein. His words choked as fear invaded his thoughts, "I'll get what you need."
"Hahahaha," laughed the insidious voice. It ran through Klein's ears and spilled over into his brain. He felt a warm sensation skip inside his head and as quickly as the entity appeared it was gone, in the blink of an eye.
Klein picked up the loose keys and tried to place them back in the board. He was desperately trying to tranquilize the ripple in his simple motor skills but just couldn't. In disgust he tossed the keys across the room. They harmlessly struck the wall and fell to the wooden plank floor. Klein opened the left drawer to his desk and took out a large bottle of Kentucky Bourbon along with a glass. He began to pour the bourbon. The bottle's neck banged on the glass as the liquor ran from the bottle like the rapids of a dieing river. As the boubon neared the top of the glass Klein slowed up the flow of the alchahol until the inner workings of his brain felt a slight satisfaction. With his other hand, still shaking, Klein raised the glass to his lips and took a large healthy drink. He set down the empty glass and looked at the computer screen. Kaley's brain image still remained in front of him. With a feeling of contempt Klein turned off the monitor and activated the intercom.
"Kaley, Kaley can you hear me?" he asked.
Kaley was motionless in the scanner. She didn't like confined spaces and the waiting in this machine wasn't helping with her anxiety. She was about to go into a fit of screaming and panic until she heard the Doctor's voice.
"Yes, I can," she replied as if his voice drove away her neurotic thought process. In her haste she failed to catch the distress that littered Klein's speech.
"Okay, Bernice is going to bring you out of the scanner." said Klein in a tone that began to expend it's insecurities, "I'll be there in a few minutes. Any headaches?"
"No, I feel okay, just a bit cramped." replied Kaley.
"Okay, Bernice will bring you out." spoke Klein.
Kaley heard a noise and the cold slab she was on began to move outward very slowly. Once the piece had extened as far as it could the nurse walked over to Kaley. She helped her up from the unfeeling slab and brought her back to the room she was in before.
"The doctor will be hear shortly. Do you need anything, water perhaps?" asked the nurse in a monotone voice.
"Water would be fine, thanks," replied Kaley.
The nurse opened a small fridge underneath the counter top and poured Kaley some water in a paper cup. Kaley quickly drank the water and handed the cup back to the nurse. Her senses embraced the cold drink and it's refreshing feeling pervaded over her body.
"Thanks" said Kaley as she flashed a quick smile toward the nurse.
With a bit of discontent the old prune flipped up her nose and left the room. The door closed softly behind her. Almost seconds later the door opened again. Klein popped into view. Kaley looked at him and noticed he seemed a bit ragged. She began to get paranoid. Oh my god, something must be wrong for him to look like that. [censored], I knew it. Dammit thought Kaley as she nervousely bit her fingernail.
Klein sat down in the rolling chair. "I've looked at your scan results. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong however your symptoms do seem to persist as that of Templar Arthritis."
"Is that bad?" asked Kaley.
"Not really, but it can be painful and if the symptoms persist a loss of vision in a small % of cases can result. However, if this is Templar Arthritis I can get you started on some steriods but the faster we find out the better." Klein smiled as he finished the last sentence.
"Jeepers," piped Kaley, " I'm only 25, I don't want to go blind."
"The good news is most likely you won't as long as we get this diagnosed and treated." Klein said.
Kaley looked confused, "what do you mean most likely?"
Klein dodged the question and moved toward Kaley placing his hand on top of hers, "I'd like to run a few more tests. Can you come back tomorrow?"
"What kind of tests?" asked Kaley growing aggitated.
"Just a few more readings and I'd like to get you an MRI, if that's alright." replied Klein.
"Didn't I just have one of those done?" asked Kaley. The distress in her voice was now becoming obvious.
"No, you had a cat scan. I'd like to also get the MRI done to cover all the bases. Temporal Arthritis can be a mask for early symptoms of other, more threatning brain woes. So Tomorrow, yes?"
Kaley nodded and shifted her weight toward her lower back, relaxing her shoulders. She had a sinking feeling of distrust but in the revelation of the diagnosis left her with no choice.
"Great. Here is a script for some Percocet. Tomorrow I won't be back in the office until later. I have a class to teach at the unverisity so the earliest I can be here would be at 7:00."
"Okay, I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow night." spoke Kaley.
"everything will be okay," Klein said as he put his hand on Kaley's shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."
The man was desperately crawling away from Kaley. She had a hold of his leg and with a singular driven purpose tried to keep him from moving forward. She could feel him wriggling out of her grasp so she grabbed the switchblade on the floor and jammed it into the back of his kneecap. The cold steel passed through his skin and bone, effectively allowing itself to be interred in the wooden floor. Kaley jumped on his back and grabbed his head violently bashing his face into the floor. Blood flowed from the man's nose and forehead. The crimson stream trickled across the old wooden planks and settled against the wall. As more blood followed a pool began to form in the corner. Kaley continued to slam the man's head with deliberate hatred. Klein's verbal pleading gave way to infantile gurgling until his voice fell silent. Kaley screamed then began sobbing which caused her stomach to fall into a series of convulsions. Her hands now covered in blood began moving in a spastic manner and she fell to the side of the dead body. She covered her face with the palm of her hands and Klein's blood clinged to her skin like paint to a canvas. Hours passed or was it minutes? Time seemed to lose all meaning as Kaley stretched out next to the body. That's when she saw the giant eyeball appear above. She wanted to get up and flee in terror but her body wouldn't cooperate. She stayed where she was, exhausted and frazzled from the fight that ended in a fatal consequence, and watched as the pupil of the eye began to fixate on her. A strange sense of curiosity took hold of her and she reached upwards with her right hand. She wanted to touch the eyeball. She spread her fingers apart as her hand progressed closer and closer, then...
Kaley awoke in a fit and almost fell out of her bed. She put her hands over her face and curled up into a fetal position. "uhh, [censored] nightmares."
Kaley looked at her alarm clock. She had overslept again. [censored], she thought. Ah, well works not important now. Kaley grabbed her phone and was about to call in when she saw her message alert pop up.
"Hello, this is Doctor Klein's office reminding you that you have an appointment today at 7:00 pm. Thank you have a nice day." spoke the robotic voice.
Kaley put the phone down and sighed. She could feel her temples throbbing again. 7:00 pm couldn't get here fast enough she thought.
After finishing a quick breakfast Kaley walked over to her Mac and quickly cycled through various search engines. She wanted to get some information on this Templar Arthritis.
"Temporal arteritis (TA) is a more serious condition because it can progress to vision loss in some cases. Some estimate as many as half of TA patients will have vision loss eventually. The condition is also called giant cell arteritis from the appearance of the cells that infiltrate the walls of medium sized blood vessels throughout the circulatory system. The temporal artery is such a vessel and in TA it and surrounding vessels become swollen and very painful. Headache is the most common symptom, but there can also be symptoms such as low grade fever, claudication of the jaw, and even signs of meningitis.
TA is four to six times more common in women that in men and more common in Caucasians than in other races. It also occurs more often in colder climates. Along with pain and the high risk of vision loss is the associated risk of aneurysms elsewhere in the body. People with TA have 17 times the risk of chest aneurysms and double the risk of abdominal aneurysms. This condition is normally seen after the age of 50 with the average age of onset being closer to 70 years old.
Treatment is usually successful if started as soon as possible and consists of the use of steroids such as prednisone or Medrol or immune suppressants like azathioprine and methotrexate. Maintenance therapy is usually needed for at least a year or two. For some reason, the condition usually goes away after a couple of years. Prompt treatment relieves the pain and helps to prevent blindness."-ArthritisCures.us
Kaley backed away from her computer and looked out the window. She watched the leaves of a maple tree wriggle in the wind. Rays of sunlight sheered through the window and cast a glare across her screen. I don't want to go blind she thought. Feeling a bit horrified at her realization, she turned off the Mac and lit up a cigarrette. A light rain began to fall. The window near her desk provided a track for the rain drops. Kaley watched the drops race in a wiley chaotic fashion to the bottom of her window only to be caught in a small natatorium on the sill. She exhaled the last drag from her cigarrette. The smoke rolled through the dry air of her half double until it fragmented upon contact with the window pane. Like a lover's gentle touch the stale smoke carressed the glass and slowly dissapated. The last bit of sunlight that could winnow into Kaley's house provided a gentle stage for the smoke to dance it's lewd and pretentious jig. An opportunistic ballet, that eventually would run into an abysmal nothingness of a preverse non existance.
"Hello, hello?" asked Kaley as she opened the door to Kleins office building. There was no one in the waiting room and not a nurse to be found. "Hello, anyone hear?"
Kaley saw some lights on in the back area where she had her scan done. She felt a little uneasy. Kaley decided to head toward the scan area. Carefully placing one foot in front of the other, her legs propelled her forward at an excruciatingly slow pace. The scan room was only about 15 ft ahead of her. There was an uncomfortable silence that created a sense of dread. It seemed to linger in the air. Kaley felt a cold air brush by her face. She hesitated and slowly spoke, "H-hello, is someone there?"
That's when Klein appeared from a side room. Kaley jumped and cired out as the man's silouhette cut in front of her eyes. Klein jumped back and then stopped to look at Kaley.
"Whoa," he splattered forth a verbal diarrhea of deep masculine contusion from his larynx."I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Kaley put her hand on her chest and paused to catch her breath. "I'm fine. Do you always sneak up on your patients like this."
Doctor Klein laughed, "only the cute ones."
Kaley batted her eye and smiled. Did he just make a pass at her she thought.
"Sorry, about all this," spoke Klien, " I should of told you the nurses wouldn't be here. They leave at 5:00. Well, shall we?"
Kaley nodded and followed Klein. The two walked past the scan room she was in the day before. Kaley couldn't help but allow her line of vision to meander over in the direction of the Cat scan machine. It was so big and cumbersome. She shivered a little as the feeling of yesterday overtook her. She remembered, confinement created by the machine. The walls of the scanner were so bland and everything was dark once you were inside. It was almost like your thoughts would echo back to you. That is, if they could be heard but no one would be there to intrude on the infinite delusions as they ran into the deep playground that was your mind. Briefly, the picture of a solitary cell darkened by the blackness of mens hearts formed in her head. The idea gave off a somber tone, one that could only be born in the places where nightmares fear to tread. A place so dark one's mind could only turn into a wasted pillory of disjointed thoughts; which ultimately ran into an infinite bowl of brain soup.
"Everything okay Kaley?" asked Klein.
"Oh, I'm fine just, well I didn't like that machine from yesterday."
Klein laughed and opened the door in front of them. Upon entering the room he flipped on a swtich and the room lit up. "Nobody likes those things. They are just a means to an end. A tool."
The doctor ushered Kaley to sit down. She followed his lead. Klein produced a needle from his front pocket and held it close to her, too close. He took out a tiny glass bottle from his other pocket and injected the tip of the needle into the bottle.
Kaley began to feel a bit nervous. "What's that for?"
Klein's face grew very stonelike. It was if the life bled out from his body. His cheeks grew taunt over his bones and his eyes narrowed on the needle. "Just a means to an end. A tool."
Kaley didn't like this at all. She tried to get up but Klein forced her down on the chair. "What are you doing?" she screamed, "Let me go!"
Klein exerted more energy and kept her in place as she struggled to break free. He brought the needle closer and pushed a bit of the liquid out from the deliberately sharp bevel. "Stop squirming this won't hurt, I promise." Klein's voice filled with glimmers of regret, "Please forgive me. I have to."
Kaley gave up on freeing her arms and decided to use a more conventional tactic. Her foot moved backwards, paused, and shot upwards like a spring loaded mechanism. Kaley's lilliputian Sketcher impacted with Kleins Groin. He doubled over and dropped the needle. Kaley stood up and grabbed a metal plate that sat on the table next to her. She raised it above her head and slammed it over Kleins head. She raised the plate again then struck home once more.
"You [censored] [censored]," screamed Klein, "now your gonna pay!"
Klein swung his leg around and knocked Kaley off her feet. She fell to the ground and the two became entangled in a web of arms and legs. Kaley couldn't match Klein in strength. He pinned her with his weight and took out a switchblade from his pocket. With a quick flick the blade extended. The blade reflected Klein's unfeeling gaze. "You don't know anything you [censored]. I was gonna be nice and make it painless for you. Now, oh now I'm gonna cut out what it wants with my [censored] bare hands. Stupid [censored]!"
Kaley couldn't move as hard as she tried. She began to scream as Klein lowered the blade to her rib area. The blade dug into her flesh slowly. She could feel the searing pain as the knife slowly inched it's way inside her. The blade felt cold as the point moved deeper inside, uncaring and devoid of conscious.
"Kleinnnnnnnnnnn!" echoed a voice. It was that deep gutteral tone that Klein new all to well.
"What do you want? I've got her just like you asked. Just like in the arrangement." Klein yelled.
"Hahahhahahahahah!" laughed the voice. It's inflections mocked Klein and attacked his senses with the ferocity of a wolverine.
The lights to the room began to flicker on and off. Kleins grip of Kaley lessoned and she used the chance to escape his grasp. She freed her right arm and pushed him off with all her strength. He fell back dropping the switchblade in the process. Kaley screamed as the light to the room went black.
------------------------------------- a few days later----------------------------------------------------------------
The young man sat in the secondary waiting room with his hands at his sides. He couldn't be more than 20 years of age. He looked around the room and marveled at the various pieces of medical equipment. He always wondered what was in those biohazard cans. Giving in to his curiousity, the young man decided to peek inside the biohazard bin. He took a tongue depressor from a can on the small table and slid open the bin. "Holy [censored]!" he screamed. The young man dropped the tongue depressor and ran into the lobby. He grabbed a woman in a white doctors coat. The young man's breathing was uneven and sprinkled with disbelief. He had a hard time getting his words out. The Doctor put her hands on his shoulders and in a comforting voice asked, "What's wrong?"
"In the trash, there's a, there's a,-"
The doctor smiled ,"Why don't you show me."
"Okay," The young man directed the doctor back to the secondary waiting room. They entered and the door closed behind them.
"In the trash," yelled the young man, "look for yourself."
The female doctor reached into her pocket and took out a needle and a small glass bottle. She filled the needle up then pushed out the excess phenobarbital to clear the air bubble that had formed within the hub.
"hey what are you doing?" he asked rather cautiously, "Look lady there's a [censored] head in this bin! Hey what are you doing?"
"Relax, this is just a means to an end. A tool." she calmly replied.
The doctor grabbed the young mans left arm and stuck the needle deep into his flesh. With his other arm the young man grabbed the Doctor's name tag as he fell backwards. His hand pulled the tag from her coat as he fell to the ground.
The woman removed her name tag from the young mans hand and placed it on the lapel just above her right breast. The name on tag read:
Kaley Walls
Neurospecialist
part 2
Bar flies
Jane sat at the corner of the bar and circled the rim of her martini glass with her right hand. A hand, that was generally small in nature and carried a set of sharp finger nails painted a light blue with various decorations etched onto the nail plate. If only one could see what her skin beneath the paint really looked like. A blackened, flaking, protective coating to prevent her puss filled blisters from spraying a nearbye patron. Her other hand gently held the thin red bar straw between her thumb and index finger. Her ruby red lips suckled the straw and she made sure to preen her cheeks as her puckered lips pulled the peach flavored vodka through the straw. After each sip she scanned the bar with her deep green eyes. She would often flip her long red hair and allow the ends to seperate and glow in the light from a neon Eagles sign that observed the patrons from the corner. Her hair had a peculiar bounce similar to a fiber optic cable but yet fell gently around her narrow shoulders. If she was lucky enough to spot a new play toy she would push her breasts forward, which were framed by a skin tight black tank top. This was soon followed by a slow sensual walk to the ladies room. A catwalk that was careful to allow each step to shift the weight back and forth on her ass while her tight black mini-skirt shimmied in the dim light. Her lower legs a canvas for fishnet stocking that ran down her thighs all the way to her petite feet. Each step she took clicked on the solid tile floor. An amazing sense of balance pervaded her gait as the black stiletto heels made their tappity, tap, tap orchestra .
Jane was the town [censored]. She made places like The Slow Gin Burn and Decrepit Dan's a regular haunt. However, tonight the Irish Car Bomb, a bar named after a trendy drink was to be her hunting grounds. This place was perfect for what she was after. The college kids would be here soon and she loved those horny frat guys. Young dumb and full of *** she laughed to herself. hoping that would be on her.
The night dragged on and the Bartender gave Jane the evil eye as she took a few young studs back to the bathroom. He wasn't blind and was aware of what she was doing. The owner didn't mind since blantant whoring brought in the young guys who had the cash. Young guys with nothing to do other than drink and screw translated into a big bankroll for the bar and a nice jar of tips at the end of the night. It was a very symbiotic relationship that Jane and the bar shared. Everyone knew about the situation but nothing was ever mentioned outside of a few maniac housewives. They were nothing to Jane. Hell, she even offered her proffesional services to them. Most would explode into fits of rage. Jane got a kick out of these psychotic dust bags that piled on a paint can's worth of blush to hide the shiner they got the night before. It wasn't her fault they forgot the three c's of womanhood. For as many of them that wanted to burn Jane at the stake, like some kind of sexual Joan of Arc, there were a few who took her up on the services. Those were her favorite clients...
"Heyyyy, barkeep can I get a rounnddd of drinkssss for my friends and myyyy lady here," slurred one of the college kids. He pounded his drink on the refinished pine bar top. The glass banged loudly and set a synapsis off inside the bartender's head. One thing you never do is bang your glass at a bar, unless you own it.
The bartender stopped wiping the bottles of top shelf liquor and walked over to the party. He placed a beer soaked rag in front of the young man. "You want another beer, huh?" asked the barkeep.
"Not only anotttther beer," slurred the man. His Pentulum State college sweatshirt stained with beer and lipstick, "I-I-I wanttss shotsss for my buds h-here. On the double decker, yes sir e. Shabang, ahh."
"You want another drink," the bartender snipped. He put both hands on the bartop and peered down at that drunk. The knuckles of his right hand were turning white from the tension that ran through his arms. The blood in his muscles screamed to be released and converted to the energy needed to knock these [censored]ers out.
"That'sssss what I saidddd!" yelled the drunk. The people around him started laughing and egging him to continue,"what are you some kind of d-d-def guy. Ha, t-thisss giiz deaf. Too much blowwwinn, eh!" The party of kids and Jane laughed in sycnronicity. Their notes mixed into a orchestra of hate that sent the bartender over the edge. He could feel the darkness rise as the synapsis in this frontal lobe shut down in favor of a more primative dopamine driven reaction.
The young group of people's laughter upped an octave. Their voices drowning out the juke box. The damn machine had a habit of serenading the patrons at random to entice drunks into playing songs. A bit further down the bar a tiny eye appeared in the knot of the refinished pine. It extended upwards like a pariscope from a sub and rotated around the room. Thanks to terrible lighting in the joint the interlopers movements remained unseen. The tiny eyeball locked it's vision on Jane and in a blink of an eye dissapeared into the wood.
The group of drunks continued to laugh. Jane had her arm around the lead drunk and she whispered into his ear. "That's it baby, your turning me on. Oh, I love it when my man get's nasty. Kick his ass, yeah." She whispered for a little while longer then began to lick the inside of his ear.
The bartender decided he had enough. Tip or no tip this was not going to continue. With his left hand the bartender took the wet rag and held it above the empty pint glass. "You want another beer," he barked like a enraged rottweiler, "fine then here's your drink and it's on the house!"
The large left hand of the man squeezed the wet rag and worked the beer that had taken refuge within it's cotton fibers into the glass. He managed to fill about half the pint. The swill foamed and swirled as the dirty food bits fell into the drink. If one could describe what it looked like, ******; dirty smelly morning ******. The kind that explodes into the toilet first thing after waking or the embaressing urine stains on the sheets of a hapless bedwetter at their first sleep over.
The bartender finished strangling the old beer out of the rag and smiled, "Drink up! What's the matter, you deaf! I said drink!" The last words spiked venomously from the man's mouth. He grabbed the young [censored] by the collar and dragged him forward. "I said drink you punk!"
The people around the young man in the Pentulum State sweatshirt stepped back and watched the bartender push their friends mouth on the glass. He shoved the guys face so hard into the glass he broke off one the the man's front teeth. The young man screamed as blood poured into the glass.
"One thing you never do is insult your bartender!" yelled the bartender. His words frothing with anger. With his other hand the bartender grabbed the back of the college kids head and slammed his skull off the bar. The kids head rebounded like a rubberband from the force of the assault and his body fell onto the hard black and white tile floor. His friends stopped and gathered around their abused peer. Jane staggered back and shouted at the Bartender.
"Jesus McCready what's wrong with you? We were only kidding around, [censored]." scolded Jane. Her words trailed near the end and she began to gag.
Just as Jane finished her last word a searing pain hit her right between the eyes. As if professionally coreographed, the juxebox clicked on a free play while Jane reeled in pain. ( ) She clutched her throat and pleaded her lungs to draw in more air. Asphyxation began to set in. Jane waved at the men to help her but this dance was a solo act with a backbeat of the Lovin Spoonfuls,What a Day for A Day Dream. Her green eyes rolled back into her head and with a horrible cackling gurlge she fell to the ground. The group of men forgot about their squabble and turned to look at Jane. They watched the body begin to preform a grand mal ballet. Her arms flapped aimlessly while her feet banged off the tile floor. The black stiletto high heels made an all too familiar tappity, tap, tap as her legs vibrated at a slightly slower pace than her arms. Just as quickly as they began the rythmic pile driver like spasms ceased.
In the blink of an eye.
"Dude!" yelled one of the drunks, "What the hell was that?"
"Dude, I think she's dead!" yelled another.
The bartender escaped from behind the bar and kneeled down by Jane. He put his hand on her neck searching for a pulse. Not finding one he placed his hands on her chest and did the best he could with cpr.
"Somebody call the [censored] ambulance!" shouted the bartender.
The group of college kids fumbled around until one of them took out their razor. He frantically dialled 911. A few quick rings followed by a calm woman's voice. McCready continued his efforts at recessitation. As he went into his rythmic pushes he heard Jane cough.
Jane's eyes opened and McCready stepped back. A dark red light began to shine from Jane's open mouth. Tiny cracking noises could be heard and Jane's skull began to implode. Indentations on her head formed until the area around her brain seemingly collapsed. McCready recoiled like a slinky stretched too far and the young man making the 911 call dropped the phone. A soft woman's voice now growing exceedingly urgent spoke, "Hello, can you hear me? Are you there? Hello?"
The men watched Jane perform her last show. Her appendages spasmed in all different directions like a rag doll. The top of her head had all but collapsed and now her legs were bent close to a 45 degree angle at the kneecaps. In the blink of an eye her body fell still again. McCready inched his hand forward to try and poke the motionless pile of human wreckage. That's when he saw a fly buzz out of Jane's mouth followed by another and another. The bar began to fill with flies all crowning from her mouth. Crackling filled the air as the flies crashed into the smoke eater. Crack, crack, crack, like a package of cheap firecrackers the bugs continued to fly into the device. It's tiny electrocharge frying their insidious bodies. This kept up for a few seconds then a ball formed in Jane's throat.
"What the [censored]!" yelled McCready. Just as the last consonant jumped from his lips a stream of flies shot out of Jane's mouth. The flies packed together and formed sort of a geyser of insects. The spray of insects spun towards the ceiling and rolled across the smoke stained tin tiles. Their wings rattled on the tin and created an unusual melodic tune of death and decay. A sound that odly resembled a kazoo. The river of flies from Jane's mouth slowed until finally it ceased altogether. McCready stared up at the ceiling and watched the bugs filter into the holes near the molding and in the blink of an eye were gone.
As the last of the flies left the room two of the young college students began to choke in a similar vein as Jane. These were the two that had recieved favors from Jane and one was wearing the Pentulum sweatshirt. They fell to the ground and went into the same exact sequence that the group had just witnessed. McCready fell to his side and curled up in a fetal position. The flies paid no heed to him or the remaining drunks. They zoomed and bobbed up and down through the heavy smoke filled air. Some were executed by the smoke eaters while others charted a course for holes in the molding and tiny cracks in the window panes.
This was an event that swept through the town of Lowbelly that night. All the men and women that had received favors from Jane over the years went through a similar plight. The tops of their heads imploding and their bodies giving birth to millions of flies. The quarter moon became blocked out as the night sky of the small college town was absorbed by the army of mouth [censored]ting flies. Darkness fell over Lowbelly, except for one place, the office of Kaley Walls
part 3
Terrence and Maggie cruised on the windy back country roads of their home town in a beat up wrangler. The jeep was loaded to the teeth with camping gear. Maggie lit a joint and turned up the radio. She loved the greatful dead and her favorite song, ripple slowly belted out it's folkish tune. Terrence looked over at her and grabbed the joint. The smoke entered his lungs and a small buzz filled the back of his head. He gave the smoldering jay back to Maggie and turned his attention to the serpentine road. Terrence wasn't worried about cops since he grew up with most of them.
Its a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps theyre better left unsung.
I dont know, dont really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in Still water... (ripple words)
"Hey babe," asked Terrence
"What?" replied Maggie as she took another hit from the joint.
"Did you get a chance to talk to Max?"
"Hell ya," laughed Maggie, "I've got the acid and shrooms like you asked."
"Sweet," spoke Terrence
"Hey, how much further is this place anyway?" asked Maggie the joint now smoldering down to the roach.
"I'd say about another ten or twenty minutes. Why?" asked Terrence
"I've got to pee," whispered Maggie as she moved her thighs closer together.
Terrence rolled his eyes at his fiance and tuned into another station after 'ripple' ended. A familiar voice of his old friend jumped out of his speakers. "The earthquake registered at a 1.5 on the richter scale. No major damage reported just a small scare."
"See that Mags! A [censored] earthquake. I told you that we could get them on the east coast."
"You and your earthquakes. Like we'll ever have one again. Hey is that the turn there!"
"[censored]," said Terrance, "hold on."
Terrance grabbed the wheel and made a sharp turn. The jeeps right wheels lifted a bit off the road but then returned back to the ground. As the wrangler left the paved road and transferred to the rock and dirt trail the back popped allowing the modded suspension to absorb most of the shock.
"Woo-hoo," yelled Mags.
The jeep zipped over the dirt trail and headed deeper into the woods. Eventually the path narrowed then opened up into a small grotto. Terrance jammed on the breaks and the wrangler skidded to a hault.
"Thank god," screamed Mags as she quickly exited the jeep and ran into the bushes. "Be a good boy Terry. No peeking!"
"Hah, like there's nothing I haven't seen before." laughed Terry. quickly taking his keys and jumping out of the drivers seat. He moved to the back of the wrangler and began to piece his gear together.
Mags returned a few minutes later buttoning her daisy dukes while skip walking and came to a jumping stop near Terry. "What you got for me?"
Terry handed her a backpack and gave her some of the food stuffs. "I'll take the tent gear you carry the food. I want to get to the camp site before dark. Let's go, double time.!"
Terry allowed Mags to go first then slapped her ass gently. She jumped at her lover's playfulness then sprinted forward. The couple ran a bit but and slowed down as the woods offered an alluring embrace. They followed the trail closely. The surrounding growth grew thicker and progress slowed considerably. After about another hour of dodgeing branches and gnarly roots they made it to the clearing.
The grove expanded in front of them. There was a large area for the tent and the previous campers left the stone cirlce for the fire. About 20 feet ahead of the camp area a medium sized river divided the land. "Do you hear that?" asked Terry.
"Hear what?"
"Exactly," spoke Terry, "that's the point. No phones. No neighbors. No cars. Just us and nature."
Terry dropped his gear and ushered Mags to do the same. "C'mon lets get the tent set up."
Terry handled most of the work with the tent. He let Mags do some of the poles but he ended up stretching the canvas and tying everything down. Satisfied that the tent was secure he turned his attention to the fire. "Hey, I'm gonna go grab some wood for the fire. Will you be alright until I get back?"
Mags began pulling some blankets out of her pack and did her best to create a small nest inside the tent, "I'll be fine. Go live out your hunter and gathering fantasy."
Terry looked confused at Mags last words for a second or two then decided the better course of action was to stumble into the forest. He decided to get the kindling first. Without much of a discerning eye he grabbed some broken limbs and pieces of bark that had fallen to the ground. No sense in using the living wood still attached to the trees. That stuff never burned good. He grabbed an armful or so then walked back to the tent. Mags was still fixing things inside the tent so he dropped the tiny pieces of dead wood and went in search for the larger scraps. As he passed the large maple tree to his left something began to stir in the bark. Just as Terry passed an eyeball appeared in the middle of the tree. It rotated around then focused it's gaze towards Mags.
Maggie seemed oblivious to the looming eyeball behind her. The thing was content to just stare at her. It watched her tight ass as she stretched out the blankets from corner to corner of the tent. Maggie pushed the rest of the blankets forward then turned around. When she saw the eye she stopped the let out a loud scream, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Terry popped up from what he was doing and immediatly rushed toward his fiance. When he found Mag's she was huddled in the tent with her hands covering her mouth. Terry looked around and bent down to look at Mags. "What's wrong babe?"
Maggie pointed in the direction of the eyeball, "Something on the tree. Then it moved and the bushes and. Something was looking at me."
Terry smiled and tried not to laugh since she looked obviously shaken. Maggie waved at him with her hand to investigate. "You probably saw a chipmunk or something."
Terry walked over to the tree and looked at the bark. He didn't see anything. Maggie waved him to check out the bushes. For safety sake he picked up a large fallen log and readied the makeshift club just in case. As his hand seperated the bush he paused. "I told you," Terry laughed, "see, look."
Maggie slowly walked over to Terry and he pointed at a hole in the ground. "It was probably just a chippy or a squirrel. There's nothing out here that can hurt us. Okay."
Maggie moved closer to Terry then gave him a tight sqeeze. "I've got the blankets down," she whispered slowly walking away keeping Terry's hand in hers. He smiled and followed her into the tent.
Maggie let out a final series of "oh yes, oh yes, and oh,oh, oh, oh until finally one long ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Terry rolled off of Mags and layed on his back. The two didn't say anything for a bit then Maggie lit up another joint. "I'm so glad we decided to take this trip. When should be do the acid.?"
Terry sighed, "It lasts for like 12 hours or so. So why not tomorrow after dinner. I heard it's best at night. The stars look like twinkling diamonds. Sound good."
"Sounds like a plan."
The first night passed without much ado. The young couple made love a few times while the river rolled through it's endless regurgitation of water and foam. The sound was a uniquely quieting tone. The upper rapids could be heard just faintly. A direct contrast, to the slow trickle of the pools that spun around near the camp site. You could hear the water kiss a few large stones that rested in the center of the river. They acted as a break for the current and small holes would form behind the stone. These small diversion of current acted as great areas for bugs and nymphs to congregate. The bugs drew in the fish and normally that's all you have to worry about. However, within the dark holes of the Wapallapinton something else found it's way into the calm waters. While the couple rolled inside their tent a medium sized fin would appear every so often in the slow moving pools. The beast moved with laser like precision throughout the river over the last three days. It had lost it's way from the ocean and ended up in the most abstract of places. The food has been getting tougher to find and as a result the Bull Shark has grown extremely hungry.
Terry awoke to the sound of birds and the deliberate pacing of the river. He stepped out of the tent and took in the fresh air. It's been a long time since his last trip up here. If his memory served him right it was with his brother and some of their friends. That was the last instance he saw his brother alive. At the time he was locked into medical school while his brother was heading to vietnam. A few years later, he's still in medical school with a fiance in tow. His kin, well he never made it back from the war. The day flashed through his head like it was yesterday. He could still remeber his mothers call during finals. Terry took a moment to disect his thoughts. The strain of the loss hit him pretty hard and almost cost him his scholarship. Terry always thought it odd that he was the one who ended up in college, let alone med school. To add more strain to his laborious task he clung with unbreaking aspirations of a degree in neurology. Funny how things work out sometimes, he thought.
Terry kicked a small stick with his foot and decided to get a fire started. He toiled with the embers from last night and sat down on the mixture of dirt and grass. He sat there naked, staring into the fading embers. They barely gave off any heat now and seemed to melt into one another. Each one fighting to get on top of the other with hopes, not to sink into the extingiushing dirt below.
The morning flew by rather fast as the couple made their final preperations for the trip they wanted to take. Terry sat on a log and stirred the kettle of broth as he added some vegetables. Mags fumbled with a bag of mushrooms and tossed it to the side. She grabbed the vial of acid and stared into the colorless liquid. As the two meandered into their own self indulgence they failed to notice a tiny tentacle slither from behind them. The tentacle wriggled it's way to the unattended bag of mushrooms. A tiny eyeball followed after and spun around near the bag. The tentacle grabbed the bag and the two entities dissapeared into the forest.
The sun began to set and the fire burned at an even pace. Mags moved over to Terry and tapped the bottle of lsd on his knee. "So, Mr. Klein are you ready to get wasted?"
"Ha, very funny. In all seriousess are you sure this is safe? I'm not going to live the rest of my life thinking I'm a glass of orange juice?" asked Terry. He did the best he could to mask his precautions but Mags could read him like a book.
"That's why I'm hear. I've done this before so I'll be your guide" replied Maggie in a reasuring voice.
"What, you said you've never tried this," spoke Terry.
"I lied. Listen, this stuff is serious. I want you to try and empty your mind. Remember the meditations I was teaching you?" asked Maggie
"Yah," replied Terry in a peckish tone.
"Well I want you to work on that until I get back," said Maggie.
"Where are you going?" asked Terry. He looked at Mags as she dusted the specks of dirt from her milky white thighs.
"I'm gonna take a swim. Just get yourself centered and I'll be back" replied Maggie.
Maggie gave Terry a quick kiss and ran towards the river. She stripped off her clothes and slowly waded into the sublime water. The river felt cold at first but her body soon adjusted to the temperature. She moved deeper until she had to tread water to keep afloat. Maggie marvled at the serene escapism she felt in the heart of nature. She ran water over her arms and squeezed her chest tightly. That's when she felt a bump on her leg. Her eyes darted around and she waved her arms outward, hoping to scare away what had collided with her. What the [censored] was that she thought. Feeling slightly uneasy, Mags decided to go back to shore. That's when she felt the bump again. This time she could feel the cold slime skin of something large brush against her thigh. Her arms thrashed out again. That's when the fin became visible. Maggie's mouth contorted and she gave off a scream. She began to swim to the shore. The third time the bullshark came near it sunk it's razor sharp teeth into her side. Maggie screamed in pain as the teeth serrated her flesh. "Terryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
Immediatly Klein fell out of his meditation and ran toward the direction of the scream. He stopped at the rivers edge and looked around. Maggie was nowhere to be seen but some blood was noticable within the murky confines of the river. "Maggie!"
The still water of the fishing hole exploded as Maggie was raised out of the twisted natural mirror and thrown back into the river. Feelings of shock and terror blitzkrieged his every thought as the thing that had a hold of her flopped over as she went under. He picked up a the biggest log he could find and dove into the water. Maggie surfaced again. Her arm outstretched and Terry got a good look at the bullshark. "Mother [censored]!" he screamed as he bashed the thing on the head.
The bullshark let go of Mags and dove into the water. It seemed to roar as it submerged. "C'mon you [censored]!" Screamed Terry. His voice filled the empty forest air with rage, contempt, disbelief, and rage.
Klein could see Maggie struggling inches beneath the surface. Her blurry face showed a grim determination to get out of the river. She moved slowly despite her attempts and blood soon glossed over her submerged body. Klein wasn't sure how badly Mags was injured, however he knew the shark was heading back towards them. He focused on the fin and waited as the shark darted through the water towards him. He raised the log and took a swing at the shark, as if he was swinging at a fastball thrown right across the plate. Power vs power. When the log struck the water a huge splash knocked him back. He watched as the river detonated and pushed the shark forward like a plow through dirt. Klein looked at the log, "Holy [censored]!" He flung the thing away then grabbed Maggie and pulled her to the shore.
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