Daily Archives: October 12, 2017

Nightmare Fuel Day 12

“Rat bastard, you did it anyway.” I glared across the green, well manicured grass at the beast.

“Of course I did. One small fine was going to stop me?” Peter said, barely containing his pride. His aged pale skin, and balding head didn’t take from his confidence.

“But, it’s just the one, right? You didn’t go making a herd of them?” I wanted him to agree with me, more than anything I’d ever wanted before. My heart raced, and time seemed to slow down as I awaited his answer.

He soaked up my intense stare. “You got me. Only one has survived so far.” He nodded at it. “But you have to admit it’s beautiful.”

“Why a horse and a dog?”

Peter sputtered. “Not any horse, a purebred from a race winning family. Not any dog, but a grey wolf. Finest specimens I could find. Many different methods, but this one was from… ah… less than savory means.” Peter stared at his spotted hands, and wouldn’t meet my eye.

“Oh fuck. If you’re unwilling to boast about it, should I even ask?” Many of these methods were illegal, for exactly the reason, a new creature ran around the large paddock. It’s appearance was almost like a horse at first. The size was a little small, but certainly not pony-small. When it stood still, grazed, I could not tell a difference. But when it moved around, the front legs ended in giant paws, claws the size of my fingers. The back legs ended in hooves, as usual. The tail was somewhere between a horse’s flowing and a dogs fluffy. And even if you managed to overlook those oddities, the mouth was like a dogs, sharp teeth, long tongue that lolled to the side. It’s eyes were both canine and equine, intelligent, wild.

“This female was birthed from a horse. The male wolf bred directly, with very little intervention on my part.” Peter spoke low, almost as if confessing.

I closed my eyes and gripped the rustic wooden fence. The wood has long since turned grey, and something about the weathering on it made it seem warm.

My teeth gritted together. “How exactly did you manage that?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Damnit, that will be one of the first questions if this ever gets out. The press would have a field day with this.”

“Okay, I know you’re upset. I knew you would be. But I’ve developed a solution for drones around my property. An A.I. is setup to detect… well…” Peter took a step away from me.

The reason he did was my thousand mile stare bore into him. “How dare you meddle with A.I. again. Peter!” My anger rose. “Do you have any idea what it took me, the University, and the family to get them to pardon your ‘youthful indiscretions’ with A.I. Part of the reason you have this land was a grant to work with animals – and forever avoid programming. You’ve been messing with A.I.?”

“Only a little, and with complete supervision. Mary-”

“-Is your little sister, and still a minor.”

Peter took another step away from me. His face broke into a plead, a rare show of guilt.

“Call her here.” I demanded, pointed at the space between us.

“No.” Peter looked at the dirt, pretended to study the rocks for a moment.

“Mary?!” I yelled to the house, and pulled out my phone. Immediately I began to backtrack the dates, when was the last time I saw Mary?

Our little half-sister popped her head out of the large kitchen window. Her long brown braids flying in the breeze. She waved when she saw me.

“Come join us, please?” I called to her and she nodded.

“It’s okay, she’s busy with the laundry today. Maybe wait until… Thanksgiving?” Peter finished weakly, still not meeting my gaze.

Mary exited the back of the house. Before the back door slapped closed, I saw why Peter didn’t want me to see Mary. I steadied myself against the fence, resisted the urge to purge my lunch on the ground.

“Hey Phebe, how’s life? You hear my news?” Mary held her stomach, swollen with a new life. I glared at Peter, his guilt evident.

“Hey Mary. I hadn’t heard your news. New boyfriend? Do I need to schedule a family meal so everyone can meet him?” Please let it be a boyfriend.

“Peter let me pick and choose the characteristics. I’m carrying a chimera. I’m surprised he hasn’t boasted about that.” Mary launched into the technical details of how she chose, her research, and then she boasted how much Peter allowed her to join his work.

Each sentence made Peter’s shoulders fall a bit more. He appeared to collapse into himself by the time Mary noticed the tension.

“What’s wrong, My Love?” Mary looked shocked at her own words, then worriedly looked at me.

Peter took off running toward the barn. I didn’t know he could still move that fast. He yelled over his shoulder, “Get in the chair Mary!”

She took off for the house, half waddling, half running. She slowed to climb the stairs. My legs didn’t want to move. I wanted to stop both of them, but decided of the two I would have better luck reasoning with Mary. I followed her inside.

The house was just like it had always been. For a moment I was a kid again, the sun making streaks across the wood floor, the smell of cookies baking wafted from the kitchen. I shook off nostalgia and raced toward the basement.

Peter had spent gobs of money, carefully building the basement into a lab. I made sure there wasn’t enough electricity to run his massive computers anymore, but it was still an impressive amount of money. He had never let me down there.

The stairs were glossy, with added stickers of rough sandpaper, and the walls were white and grey, glossy material. It was like walking onto a movie set. Soft lighting erupted from the ceiling, making me squint. Only peter could make soft lighting harsh.

As I rounded the corner, I heard Mary curse, then moan. She panted.

“Is that you?” Mary said, weakly between pants. She had strapped herself into a chair like device, and several strange black pod type things pressed against her belly.

“It’s me, Phebe.”

“Oh, he doesn’t mean it to be like this.”

“What is this contraption?” In the distance a large rifle sounded, a single shot. In that moment Mary’s pain got much worse.

“Just help me give birth,” Mary pleaded.

The process was painful, but only took half an hour. Mary directed me, told me what to check for, and I caught her little baby girl in my arms. Mary directed me how to clamp and cut the cord.

I placed the squirmy nugget of life onto Mary’s chest, and the babies eyes opened.

“Did it work, Peter love?”

The most terrifying moment of my life happened when the freshly born child replied, “It worked. I remember everything.”

2017 Nightmare Fuel Day 11

A sigh of absolute relief escaped me as I watched the woman approach. The earth cavern we were trapped in had long since smelled pleasant, and only my special sight allowed me to witness sunlight. No one else down here had the gift.

“Who is it?”

“How far away are they?”

“Is it another urchin?”

The chorus of questions were weak, and my heart broke a little more. Everyday I thought this is the lowest day of my life and something else breaks us a bit more.

“She’s clean, looks fashionable, and has a large phone in her hand. She got out of one of those huge SUVs.”

The cynic of us sort of groaned. Everyone knew what she would say if she thought any of us wanted to listen to her anymore.

“Well, what’s she doing? Taking a piss?”

I remained silent as I watched her. She lined up the camera, pointed right at the signal I left in hopes of being found. Over the course of about three weeks, I spend all my energy and focus on urging the plants to grow into a humanoid shape along the fence. I fed it droplets of blood directly into their deep roots and urged them to climb.

Our capture convinced us early on that digging would only result in pain. The less said about the the better. Each day the rations got smaller, the water less.

“She’s taking a fucking picture of the humanoid shape I created up there.”

“What?” It was mixed with a sob. The kind of single syllable that unravels logic.

“I think Ariel should try the use us, get us free.” The cynic piped up, and everyone turned to her. The single LED light. powered by batteries, hung in the center of the hard packed ceiling. The smell of the ‘bathroom corner’ lingered on all of us, never quite used to that scent. The tremors of vehicles going by made each moment they passed torture. So close, and no one saw, no one cared.

“Why now? You think we have the energy to spare?”

The cynic glared around the room, an effective tool she didn’t use often. Effective in this instance.

“I think if we want to escape, and not wait for the next women to die and be drug out of here, we should trust her. Yeah we are weaker, but that’s by design. You all have to see that. I call vote.”

Everyone that was for it raised their hands. “Now against.” I called out, and only three hands rose.

“Can I point out this was not my idea this time?” This was an act of desperation for them. I was fairly certain the trap had been laid for one of us, but I didn’t know which one. Maybe me, maybe someone else. I was likely to be one of the last to go, because I could steal energy from the grasses above us. “What I need to tell you is that I have less control now that I did when we first came down here. I’m less confident I can protect you all. The weeks have been hard on us all. Does anyone want to change their vote – all against trying this plan?”

There were four against now.

I nodded, and reached for the two closest women, palms up, and they offered their hands willingly. “Anyone that doesn’t want to join, stand against the wall.”

I threw myself into the work. Tugging against the protective layers of all the women who joined the hand-loop, I loosened their own grip over their power. I sensed the woman above us, clean and amused, as she took photos of the plant scarecrow thing I made. I sensed the captors, with real machine guns and a card table between them, spirits and cards lifted them up. I sensed three rodents munching on a store of nuts and two raptors soaring in the cloudless afternoon sky.

The energy pooled at my feet, filled my body, and I had no sense of how much energy I pulled, how much was offered freely, and if it even mattered anymore. The overwhelming need to be free claimed me and in a large burst, I pushed the earth above our heads up, upward into the sky, into the next field, away.

My body tingled, fresh earth smell, the fresh air replaced the dank, and I opened my eyes to carnage. All the women that had been my friends, trusted me with their secrets, shared in the inexcusable terror were dead. It was like a B-movie, their bodies unrecognizable, replaced with dry skeletons and rags. Even the women who had moved against the wall… gone.

I stared out into the sky, and saw the birds still soared. The woman with her camera walked up to the edge of the new pit, looked down at me.

“I thought it was you. Why did you wait so long to free yourself? Oh my, you went a little overboard didn’t you? The bodies will take some explaining.” Her eyes glowed, and I knew she was like me, and this had been staged for what she considered my benefit.

“I don’t care who you are, but get the fuck away from me.” I spoke in precise syllables, calm and low. Her eyes widened.

“Your memories haven’t returned?”

The earth trembled under my ire, in tune with it. I used a little extra energy to collapse the tunnel with the men in it. There was a chance they would survive the cave-in, but I didn’t much care either way. It felt good to punish them a bit. How did this woman fit into all this?

“My memories have been where they always were, in my own mind.” Why did I speak so formal? It felt right, but another mystery.

“You… don’t know your own lineage?” The woman faltered, and it was clear by her shock she didn’t falter often.

Words poured out of me, and I let them flow. It was an amazing and invigorated experience. “I come from the moon, who wishes nothing more than the caress of sunlight, and curses the planet when she is denied. I am the sunlight, that blazes across the land, causing colors in the night sky, giving life and death in equal measure. I am the void, taking, never full, never content.”

The camera fell from her hand as she dropped to her knees. The look of terror before she lowered her head to me was extremely satisfying. “Reincarnate, I had no idea it was your time.”

“Surprise inspection, bitch.” I ruled this tiny blue planet, my place in the world solidified on the top of the food chain. My life prepared me for which way I would turn. My predecessors had been both good and evil. Famous every time. The urge for revenge, and the urge for compassion co-mingled.

“I await your command.” Her words strangled in her throat. Her body shivered in fear, her fingers worked into the loose soil at her feet..

“Do you want to serve?”

Her head snapped up, and her eyes wide.

“Yes.” It was a breath, but clear.

“You’ll be my assistant until I get caught up. I hold the information of this woman, and need the celestial updates. Also, we need to rewrite procedures for Awakening a brother or sister. This will turn them evil more than turn them good – it should be an equal chance.

My sight kicked in, and I saw the woman wasn’t really a soccer mom, but an angel with ten foot wings. My own wings fluttered, and startled me. I de-summoned them with a small pop.

“One question. If my sight had kicked in first, would your wings have looked all featherly like that, or more like bat wings?”

“Do you really expect me to answer that?” She smirked.

“Did I just give you the second chance you’ve always wanted?” The knowledge flooded into me as celestial updates and history washed over my human brain.

Her head bowed, and tears fell at her feet.

“Don’t screw it up a second time then.” The earth trembled at our laughter.