Here's a new piece of fiction from me, so far only part one of chapter one. Its kind of a comedic interpretation of negative utopia. I'll let you guess who/what its based on when you read. So...enjoy! Please comment and critic!
BLINK
CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO A NEW WORLD
Robert Rise sighed as he leaned back against the weak, stingy beach chair, the wind seething throughout his mass of thick, brown hair. The pure white walls of the ferry seemed to calm his mind immediately. Music flowed lightly into his ears, soothing and caressing as the boat rocked backwards and forwards. The sea air streamed continuously into him. Yes, it was the right decision to agree on this trip. He needed some thing…some easing escape from the constant work.
The bull horn to his side exploded with sound. First came the great roar, followed by a cheerful voice. “On your left, you will see that we have finally arrived!” said the voice.
Robert looked up. An enormous sign sat before him, its post stretching from the water below up dozens of feet. It read as follows:
Blink Islands, A Blink From Perfection! Beside these words upon the sign sat the effigy of Pete Peach, Nicholas Blink’s greatest creation. His snow-white teeth smiled back at Robert, arm outstretched as if inviting him to paradise. His eyes seemed to follow Robert’s.
Blink was surely a corporate genius. While his products were directed towards children, his park took a turn from his competitor cartoon tycoons. They were resorts, first class at that. Raising his body slightly from the chair, he glanced across at the golden sands just on the horizon.
There was a shrill cry as several children scrambled around. There would be no need to worry of such distractions once he was on the island. It would be all peace. He fell flat again and breathed a heavy breath. He was doing it again. Of course, this was how it always went. He would anticipate and anticipate, and then the trip would turn out to be a disaster.
But no, he knew it was not to be so. Something in the air told him… The bull horn sounded off again, but he dismissed the sound. He knew there was no need to get used to it. Once he escaped the confines of the ferry there would be no more bull horns.
“Sir!” an agitated voice woke him from his fantasy. He opened his eyes. A surly-faced man towered above him, glaring down. “Be prepared to exit the craft, the announcement? Did you not hear or something?”
Robert was up in a flash. “You are the problem!” he cried. “You are the person who ruins all those perfect holidays!” As soon as the words had escaped, he regretted uttering them. The eyes of the entire ferry fell upon him. The surly man cocked his head.
“Enjoy your stay…” he muttered spitefully. Robert’s face sunk with the ferry boarding platform. Stepping atop that platform seemed to wipe the memory from the other guests, for when they did the chatter, laughter, and good cheer resumed.
Robert hung his head, shuffling off the deck. Yet, he felt it too. There was some form of ambiance from the light, cool sand that allowed him to forget what had happened only moments before.
The beauty of the place struck him immediately. Light forests of palm trees formed a small barrier between the beach and the inner grasslands. Beyond were the forms of sandstone cabins which combined to form Great Blink Villa. It was here that he would spend his freedom. Mister Blink certainly did have a vision.
To bad he was dead.
Even for a grown man such as Kebsler, Balcony Dungeon could be rather eerie. The shadows seemed to be alive, moving from place to place and dancing off the walls as if mocking you. And the music…that damned music! It played continuously, joyful and giddy, yet slow and frightening. It did not fit the ambience of the location at all.
The tall man continued his brisk walk down the hallway of trophies, his eyes wandering from wall to wall admiring the awards and accomplishment of his master. The one reason he enjoyed visiting the Dungeon was this: It had been left untouched by those guests. Vile folk, they defiled everything they touched. They could even find a way to ruin the master’s perfect villages spread across the island.
Kebsler winced as a great splash echoed above him. That was the Backwash Water Coaster. It was close now, so close. He could see the door already, light shining through its cracks. A rumble from his side sent a shiver down his spine.
“Delta, snack bars required at concession stand ASAP, over.” a shrill voice called from Kebsler’s walky-talky. His face contorted in anger, he reached down. Pressing the button, he spoke.
“I’m…busy…” and, with a click he shut down the foul device. Finally! The form of Pete Peach towered before him, the same one that dotted the entirety of Blink Islands. Soon they would be charged and powered up.
Below Pete’s enormous, socked feet was the door. In his ecstasy, Kebsler launched himself at the door. An explosion of pain shot through his body. “Eh…” he grunted. He glanced up at the gigantic fruit-man. His face reddening, he opened the door
It was wondrous inside. Taking a step through the door, Kebsler shielded his eyes. In the center of the room sat a massive object, its glass casing emitting cool blue light. The radiance seemed to pierce totally through the shadow of Balcony Dungeon, bouncing from every wall and shooing away the horrible shadows.
“Do not fear master, I will free you.” he muttered in a drunken tone. The light dimmed slightly, revealing the object to be an enormous vat. Inside the icy-blue glass sat a figure, suspended in some form of solid. His dark black hair was suspended in a strange, just-awoken state. His mustachioed face gave an eternal look of contentment.
With a high pitched squeal, Kebsler rushed forwards. “I’m glad you arrived.” said a voice from the darkness.
“Baxter, what are you doing here?” Kebsler said, his voice mildly disappointed.
“Do you seriously believe command would leave His safety in your hands?” Baxter said, stepping into the light and grinning with his single tooth.
Kebsler threw him a dirty look and turned to the vat before him. A small control panel was embedded into the side, lights flashing across it. He began pecking away at it with eager fingers.
“Defrost Cycle Beginning”
He smiled as the vat lit up. With a flick of his wrist he sent a small lever upwards.
“Freeing Conscious”
Darkness engulfed the room for a moment. “What’s going on, Kebsler?” Baxter roared in confusion. Kebsler simply grinned a toothy grin. With a great flash, the lights returned. The man, the one in the vat, sat before them now, his eyes fluttering. It was a great irony that he had not blinked in thirty years.
“It’s time then?” said Nicholas Blink.
CG
