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Feathers for the Circle Tribe (Horror)
Wrote this between some of my comic projects. Enjoy (or cringe...)
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Feathers for the Circle Tribe
Written and Created by Vember Judgement
This is the fifth time I've found myself kneeling here today. The cover of darkness makes it hard for me to pray before my dear, sweet friends. No one knows they're here of course, though I wish I could make some proper markers for them...But then again that would give me away to the world. The time for that will eventually come, but for now...
This rock right here... The first stone of three...It represents my first best friend, Kate-Kate. That wasn't her real name, but one I decided to give her after I took her in as my ‘buddy'. I don't remember what her real name was though, but it must have been a bad one for me to have to change it. I do that a lot you know, because I sometimes don't like what names people go by. Nobody has pretty names anymore...
It's very cold to the touch, Kate-Kate's stone....Seems so weird to me. I wish it was warm like Kate-Kate's skin was warm...I remember the first time I brought her to my house to play. There was a lot of screaming involved when I tightened the ropes around her chest. She was so cute when her tongue thinned and her mouth widened with each pretty scream. Thankfully my house is soundproofed because I so do enjoy the music of blood-curdling screams.
She had such pretty dark blue eyes, nice long blonde hair...I slowly felt attracted to her after I tied her down onto my bed, but I killed those thoughts the second they surfaced. I wasn't raised that way, you know. Girls should not be attracted to other girls, it's just plain wrong. I had to punish myself for thinking about her. I stopped her music with a damp cloth I took from the kitchen, shoving it nice and deep so nothing could be uttered through the lips. Kate-Kate gagged and choked a little, which hurt to hear, but I just had to be punished. After silence filled my bedroom, I decided to take my favorite lighter with the devil cartoon character on it and slowly burned her left index finger. Boy did she squirm and writhe in agony! I was so hurt that this had to happen to her, but like I had said before, I just had to be punished.
It just had to happen.
After a few days, she just broke down and passed away. She didn't want to be alive anymore, which made me very sad... I didn't want her to die, just be my friend. I don't blame her totally though, because I forgot that the damp rag I shoved in her mouth was originally soaked in rat poison. It might have been what really killed her, but I can't be sure.
Well, after I buried her in my favorite spot in the forest (where I used to hide and read), I decided to get a new best friend. Later that day in school, I met Andy Rags. I called him that because he had those dreadlock hairstyles that seem so popular among metal music heads these days.
They were dyed red too, to match these weird red contacts he stared at me through. I realized at that point that he wasn't a metal head, but one of those whatchamacallit Goths vampires. He seemed to really be into me too because after we introduced each other, he agreed to come to my house! That was so cool! After skipping Phys Ed, I met up with him behind the schoolyard and went strait to my house.
When we walked into my house, Andy Rags noticed all the crystals and stones that decorated the hallways and living room areas, shining and sparkling everything. When he asked why there were so many, and I told him that my mom and dad was into that sort of stuff big time.
He then asked where they were, but at that moment I had to lie and told them they were out on a trip. I could actually show him where they are, but I wasn't sure he was strong enough to dig up four feet of backyard dirt...After that tiny, white lie, we went to my bedroom.
I let Andy walk into the room first, so he wouldn't be able to see me grab the crowbar I hid next to my door. The minute he turned around to see me, I swung it against his forehead as hard as I could. Out he went, like a light as that old cliché goes!
Later that night when he woke up, Andy Rags started to scream at me really loudly. I don't blame him, I did tie him really tightly to my dresser drawer. He wanted to know why I did what I did, and told him that he was my best friend. I got real close to him and told him he was lucky that I chose him, because he would always be my best friend. Life or death, it didn't matter. At that time, I looked at his hair and wished my own could be red like his. I wished that mine wasn't so pale and lifeless, as I never was good at taking care of it. I then asked how his hair turned red. When Andy Rags told me, I gasped, because I would never let such unnatural poison into my hair! I only like natural things, because artificial is a very bad word in this house of mine. I looked down at him and realized there was another way I could turn my hair red...
I pulled out the knife I always kept next to my bed (You know, in case someone came into my room to rape me) and started to cut open his throat. I knew that would be a good way to get a lot of flowing blood. While he unfortunately started to die, I grabbed handfuls of his blood and smeared them right into my dull and lifeless hair. I looked past my dying best friend and into the mirror on the dresser and saw my new look. It was so cool to see how red the blood made my hair look! I loved it, though I knew it would not be a permanent style. I would have to wash it if I wanted to go back outside.
While I styled and profiled in the mirror, I forgot about poor Andy Rag's bleeding throat wound. He bled all over my floor, which I didn't very much appreciate. After an hour of gagging and more bleeding, I could see it was time for another best friend. I took him to where Kate-Kate was buried and laid him right next to her. So I wouldn't mix up which grave was which, I put a big stone for Andy Rags and a small stone for my first pretty. It was sort of a sad event, but hey, they brought a lot of joy to my life.
I reach out and touch the third and final stone...This black stone is my favorite, because it represents my best friend ever!. Her name was Goldilocks, like the girl in the Three Bears fable. Just like the original, my Goldilocks wandered into my house as I was cleaning Any Rags's sticky blood of my bedroom floor. She was wearing a green uniform, selling cookies. A girl scout or something, I wasn't completely sure. I left my room and found her staring at the many pretty crystals in the living room. I startled her when I announced my presence, but she wasn't scared.
That kind of surprised me...
Anyway, there was this one crystal she really liked, a big yellow one shaped like the sun. My mother named that one ‘Sunbeam' I think, something she got back in the sixties. Goldilocks I could tell really liked it, so I said she could have it and I'd buy some cookies, but only if she played a game with me. She was kind of weirded out by this, but said yes, because she really wanted Sunbeam. I lead her to the kitchen.
I had her sit at the kitchen table and told her that we were gonna play ‘Three Bears Porridge'. Goldilocks didn't much understand the game, so I told her it was a pretend game, where she would test which porridge was ‘just right. She said she didn't like porridge very much, but I said it was okay. I was gonna give her something yummier.
After raiding the fridge, I filled three bowls. First bowl had strawberry ice-cream in it. Second, some scrambled eggs I heated up in the microwave. The third was my very special stew I gave to my best friends only. Goldilocks tried the ice-cream and said "It's too cold! Hurts my teeth!". She was playing the game real good! She tried the scrambled eggs and said they were much too hot; They almost burned her tongue! After I gave her a glass of water, she tried the stew...That's when I got really angry at her.
"Yucky! Nasty!", she screamed, spitting out a chunk of meat from the stew. I immediately grabbed her by the hair and explained that she was supposed to say it was just right. She started to scream, crying for her mother. I screamed back at her for saying that my cooking was ‘yucky'.
Come on now, ripped up rat meat chock-full of rat poison, tomato sauce and gasoline for the right tangy flavor!? It's the best meal in the world! (Though it was the first time I cooked it, and I never tasted it myself...) I took the entire bowl and dumped it on Goldilocks's pretty hair, screaming louder than she could scream. As the stew's juices streamed down her face, I took out my lighter and brought it to her nose. You wouldn't believe how fast she lit up!
She jumped out of the chair and began to run around the room, the whole top of her body on fire. It was brilliant how she kept bumping into the walls, setting them on fire too. She left the kitchen and collapsed in the living room, her whole body on fire at that point. When I walked in, I was dazzled at how the fire burning her body was causing all the crystals in the room light up in pretty colors. I stood there and enjoyed the light show, eventually forgiving Goldilocks for hating my stew. While the room and what seemed like the entire house was burning up in smoke, I just continued to stand there, looking at the crystal's burning light for a long, long time.
I never once felt myself burning. The pretty lights were all I cared about.
After that, I suddenly found myself standing over Kate-Kate and Andy Rags's grave stones. I don't really remember how I got here, or why I felt so wispy. And why was I holding this black rock that just wouldn't leave my hand?
A large white feather flew by my face. I stood up and turned around, and there was this large man in front of me. He was wearing armor, and a robe, and sticking out of his back were some huge white wings. An angel!
"You're an angel, right!? Wow!". He nodded and held out his hand.
"Time to leave this place. Time to go." I held out my hand and we suddenly began to float upward. The black rock was still in my hand.
"We're going to Heaven, right!? I mean, I've been a good girl, good to my friends..."
"Sorry", the angel said, shaking his head, "That stone you hold is a ticket. Automatic plunge into the Lake of Fire..."
"No Heaven, huh?" I said, feeling a bit sad. But then it dawned to me. Why be sad that I won't be in Heaven? The kind of lights that Lake of Fire gives out must be really pretty. And I could make a lot of new best friends down there!
As the angel flew us higher and higher into the clouds, I thought about how exactly I would fall into the lake. Headfirst, that's the ticket! That would be the best way to see the pretty firelight up close!
Just before we got too high, I looked down at the graves I made for my former best friends. It was kind of neat how I laid their bodies under the thin covering of dirt. Their bodied made a kind of two-bodied circle, and one of the angel's feathers was right at the center between them.
I wonder if I'd be meeting them down there...
The End
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By your leave,
Vember Judgement
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