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Slaughter at Death Valley (written by me for school)
15:47 Nov 30 2006
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It was a dreadfully cold and dreary December night, as I might recall, and henceforth very white and soft, small patches of ice every once in a while that is so slick that otters could have fun sliding on them. While avoiding the ice, I looked around for something the eyes can’t see, like a specter that follows people around in shadows, rapacious towards all of humanity. Upon missing my fifth sheet of ice, I saw the object of my obsession. In the shadows, there it was, waiting for people to pass by and eradicate anyone who pass by the shadow, waiting for the chance to complete his ravenous pathological urge to exterminate and dismember all who come near. While being the scholar that I am, though I was kicked out of the University for being told I was a monomaniac, bi-polar, and schizophrenic. I fervently denied this possibility all the way to being put in the psychiatric ward, in a special room called lockdown, while I was in this material called tungsten carbide chains, which happens to be a metal that is almost as hard as diamonds, after I slew several guards in my own home after a gruesome speech at the University, in which I was telling everyone about the chimera-dragons in the shadows, I was released after five years of confinement and I saw the chimeras every night when I was going to the sack, and every night they got more and more real, closer and closer, till the day I was released,-- which was a few days ago. Unfortunately, I had one of my episodes shortly after seeing the chimeras, so I don’t know anything that happened during this time. Only thing I remember is the faces of the leader of the chimera and how my alter-ego and him formed an alliance, with me saying who to kill and the leader leading his “others” in the attack, with their only gain the souls of the ones they kill. I, had not for the life of me, ever possibly conceive such a venture if I was in my right mind, but low and behold my alter ego’s sadistic nature. Then, during one of the people I had the leader kill, I reverted back to my normal self, with hardly a recollection of what happened. Upon seeing the chimeras in front of me, I was startled and pulled back, because the leader said about how should we divide this soul amongst the “others”? I said something to the effect of who are you and why did you kill this little girl? He answers,” because you said you would point out people you wanted to die and we would do so with the promise of reaping the soul of the ones we get.” I said “no more of this, be gone and nevermore trouble others or me again and you can’t have those souls… or else.” The leader got fervent with me and had his “others” fly at me and try to rend me to pieces. I, however, was faster then they could go at me so I fled back to the hopefully safety of my castle. A few days later, my third alter ego came to the surface, a party animal wanting to celebrate my coming home. So, I sent flyers to all my neighbors and tell them that the party is when the darkness starts to fall at dusk tomorrow. When the time came for the party, I went around my castle to make sure everything was in place, from the armory full of weapons like swords, guns, spiked shields, morning stars, doubled sided axes that had pieces missing from the blade and red spots of dried blood all over the blade, pikes with tips broken off and one in the back corner with a head stuck to it and still dripping blood. Torture devices that are for “show”, like an iron maiden with the spikes dripping blood and pieces of the previous people that was stuck to the spikes, a torture rack in the corner with a rag doll in it to show the guests what something like this would do, I also had a guillotine, which even had a basket for heads when they came off, this torture device I really liked and hated it because my alter ego loved it… and had the blade freshly sharpened and a head was already in the basket. There were some other good devices like the Spanish Tickler, that sort of looks like bear claws that can rip and tear flesh from the bones. Another device is the witch’s spider, which cold or red-hot with prongs ranging from four to six prongs, with six being the most popular around my time, I use it to pick people up by the eyes or ears, kind of like a bowling ball. After I saw everything in place, I smiled, commenting the good working condition of everything in the room, and said as much to the servant in charge of the keeping of this glorious room. The clock, which had this eerie, rattling sound to it, sounded when the time for the party was about to begin. So, upon hearing this, I put my smile on and walked out and greeted everyone at the part, though I noticed by pure accident, that a couple of my guests had a “transparent” quality to them… Shrugging off this entity of foreboding, my party animal self went about talking and chatting with out a care in the world, until he spotted the leader of the chimeras coming toward him, disguise or not. I, as in my party ego, even though he has no recollection of the chimeras and my third ego’s plans, he knew something was bad, but to avoid making a scene, he tried to make it look as unassuming as possible. He started moving his way through the crowd, making as little notice of his actions as possible, yet the leader was not to be swayed, silently followed him. After we left the main part of the party, I started heading toward the armory in hopes of having some of the devices help me kill this unwanted visitor. When I was close enough to the door of the armory I broke out into a run and went in and grabbed the two-sided axe and tossed it at the leader, in erringly it went through his torso… but no blood on it and it didn’t stop, for it went through him and clanged loudly against the floor. The leader looked at me and started laughing. I was starting to run out of ideas and remembered my Spanish Tickler. I put both of them on and charged the leader. He stopped laughing, but otherwise did nothing to impede my speed at which I was going at him. I did a dervish slice at him, but like the axe, they both went through him like he was just air. Again, he started laughing again. Out of ideas, I ran past the armory to the door for the tower. He stopped laughing, clearly getting less amused by me still being alive, and he started walking faster towards me, but still not in a run. I started climbing the stairs, why oh why did my ancestors put so many stairs in this stupid tower… I thought to myself. Higher and higher I climbed, hoping against hope he wouldn’t beat me to the top of the stairs. The one miracle I had this night was that instead of reverting to his own self, the leader just followed like a normal human, even if he ran faster the farther out of reach I got. Finally I reached the top… it seemed like a lifetime to get to the top. I ran over to the side of the stairway and grabbed the piece of wood that sits there incase of marauders in the castle. Upon blocking the door, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Soon however, I started hearing screams from down below. I peered down, watching as the guests I perceived earlier, the “transparent” ones, shifting to the normal selves. All I could see is the people running to the front gate only to have it close before any of them reach. Milling about confused, they tried locating another way out. As I watch helplessly more and more are being ripped to bloody shreds, organs oozing out of the bodies, and souls being torn out of them by the chimeras. Forgetting the leader that was coming after me I went to the door, unbolted it, and removed the piece of wood away, I opened the door to find, to my utter horror, that the leader not only got up the stairs faster then I hoped, even though I could’ve guessed that they could go through walls, but he also transformed into his chimera form… with him being the leader, he was bigger then the rest of them. He has a head and body of a lion except it was a huge version of a lion, legs of a goat, except, yet again, much larger then its more earthly counterparts, and its tail was that of a snake, but from where I was standing, the only snake it could’ve been was a anaconda. It was a breath taking sight… or least it would’ve been, if he didn’t have me in a death grip. He started saying “you should’ve let me and my “others” have that soul…I guess to compensate for that one lost soul… we can have yours!” He tossed me like I weighed nothing and was but nothing more then a rag doll. I crashed onto what it first appeared to be a flagpole, but on further inspection I saw it was one of my hidden torture devices, the witch catcher, which looked like a variation of a pike. How they found that catcher is beyond me. At that point in time I was wondering less how they got a hold of it and more as the pain was increasing. The pain was getting worse, and the unfortunate thing is I could guess at the cause. Tilting my blurred head to the side I saw the chimeras, which was systematically slaughtering everyone, instead of continuing their deed, they turned their attention at me and started opening their mouths hungrily at me. I looked straight up and saw the leader descending from the tower. All the chimeras converged on the leaders spot, transforming to an even bigger, monstrous visage of the leader. He held up his table-sized paw and smiled. Then he flew straight at me, sending the paw straight thro me and rending my soul out of the body, to be slowly devoured. As one final act against the leader, my combined egos went together and exploded. Any physical thing sent at them will cause them to phase through them but something spiritual like pieces of a soul exploding will cause damage and temporary physical existence. On top of becoming on the mortal plane for a short period, the explosion sent the leader reeling back into the side of the castle, with enough force to sent it and the remaining occupants off the side of the cliff and into the jagged rocks below.

The End

(Because of the nature of which the poor soul has been through, I his angel that helped the tiny pieces of his soul to heaven decided to tell the story of this poor man without a name into the abyss and mysterious thing called heaven)

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