A Little Holiday Announcement

So, starting on the 7th of December I will be posting a limited, four week Accidental Demon Slayers series called Elves of Darkness.  It's just a short little holiday themed adventure featuring Bobby and Kurt (and Juktha and Doctore). I will say, just because it's holiday themed, doesn't mean it won't be a little... shocking.  Oh, and bloody.  It'll be a very bloody Christmas for the Accidental Demon Slayers gang.

So, starting December 7th, check it out!

As a side note, any future Accidental Demon Slayer stories that happen from here on out will treat Letters from the Dead as part of the over all cannon, but not A Dark Lesson.  (Basically, the stories will continue as if A Dark Lesson had never happened.) I mention that now just in case I decide to use Matt and Amanda in a future story.

Tentacle University pt. 16

Peter had left Cherry’s room not long after she had left to go to the Dean’s office.  His head was a swimming mess of thoughts and memories, nothing seeming to form into a cohesive whole. 

He wandered out of the dorm and headed towards the arts building.  He needed to forget that damn picture, that damn image of Lori’s severed, bloody head.  He needed to just block everything out of his mind’s eye and give into numbing nothingness.  Cherry had been helpful, and she really was very good at taking care of him when he needed it, but today he needed something different.  He didn’t need comfort, not anymore.  He needed wild and passionate.  He needed hot, sloppy, knock you off your feet and make you scream fucking.  Cherry was the type who made love.  She was energetic and creative, but she was emotionally invested in him.  He liked her too, but he needed variety.

Cherry’s friend Mickey, on the other hand…

He pushed through the swinging double doors and headed towards one of the large dance studios that filled the back on the building.  He could hear music drifting in and out of the different classrooms, and the cacophony helped numb his brain.  Mickey had texted him earlier, telling him that she would be practicing in studio 6. 

When he got to the open door of the studio he paused, watching through the doorway. 

Mickey’s body swayed and pulsed to the low, slow music.  Her hands slid across her stomach, down her hips, over her breasts.  Her legs seemed to fly across the floor, as if gravity had no effect on her.  Mickey did not look like a typical dancer, but that didn’t matter.  She was better. She had a passion and an energy to each step that Peter had never seen in anyone else, not even Cherry. 

The music began to slow, and Mickey, covered in sweat and panting stopped.  Her back was to Peter, and he used the opportunity to sneak up on her, wrapping his right arm around her waist and sliding his left hand under her sports bra, cupping her large breast. 

“You came quick.” Mickey didn’t turn to him as she spoke.  She leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Well, I’ll make sure to take longer next time.” He nuzzled her neck, his hand squeezing her breast gently. 

Mickey pulled away from him, gently removing his hand from her top.  “Cool it, sex fiend.  Someone might see us.”

“So?” Peter tried to keep his voice light, although the pain of his erection straining against his jeans was getting annoying. 

“So?” She picked up a towel and started dabbing at her damp forehead. “Your girlfriend is my best friend.  If people see us, they will talk, and she will find out.  Then I’ll be out a best friend.”

“Then why invite me down here?” He crossed his arms, pouting.

“You sounded like you needed a distraction.” She put down the towel. “Well, I need a dance partner.  So, you get distracted and I get a partner.  Sounds like a solid deal, right?”

Peter shook his head.  He actually was a pretty good dancer.  Obviously not as good as Mickey or Cherry, but he had learned to hold his own.  Years of his mother forcing him to take tap and ballet classes had paid off apparently. 

“Then after we practice? When this place is deserted?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Then..” she walked towards him, gently pulling up her sports bra so that the bottoms of her breasts threatened to spill out.  “Then we can do whatever you want.” Her eyes met his. “Deal?”

Peter nodded.

This was going to be a long day, but it would be worth it.

Eye See You: Luke Connects pt. 26

The Unknown Sender stood up and walked towards me.  It wasn’t until he was a few feet in front of me that I could see that he had no blood on him.  There was blood everywhere else, and on everything else, but he was completely clean. 

                                                         

His visage flickered, shifted out like digital noise, then returned to a solid state.  He didn’t speak, he just kept walking towards me. 

My eyes searched him, looking for some hint at what fate awaited me.  Then I spotted it, in his right hand.  A long USB cable was clutched in his fist, the jack dangling. 

“Time to get you plugged in Luke.” He was in front of me now, as if his actions had skipped a few frames.  “This may hurt.” 

Wires burst from the walls, wrapping around my wrists and ankles, tying me down and holding me in place.  He slowly began raising his hand, moving the head of the USB cable towards my temple. 

I tried to scream, but nothing came out.  I couldn’t even move my mouth.  My eyes darted from the Unknown Sender and Randy’s still, lifeless body slumped over on the small bed. 

I had so many questions, I had so much I wanted to yell at him, but I would never get the chance.  I was done. 

I felt a hard pressure against my temple, then felt the skin rip, part and something cold and metal slide into me. 

Then the room went black.

**

When my vision returned I felt nothing.  There was no pain, no sensation at all.  I was in my body, but it felt more like a container than anything I was actually connected to. 

The Unknown Sender was gone, but I wasn’t alone. Others stood across from me, watching me.  They knew me. 

Bella and Randy were whole again, but didn’t truly appear alive.  Their skin was waxy and pale, their eyes a milky, bluish white.  They watched me. 

“You’ll be safe here.” Bella was the first to speak.  When she opened her mouth she revealed black, rotted teeth.  “No one comes in this building, so no one will disturb your connection.” 

I tried to nod, but found that I no longer controlled my body.  It was just a holding cell for my consciousness. 

“You should head into the Void now.” Randy spoke, his voice flat. “Sender is waiting for you.”

Without thought I felt myself drift out of my brain and into the cord that connected me to the laptop.  As I slipped out of the real world and into the digital the room seemed to pull away from me, ripping away into nothing but darkness and streaks of colorful, neon light. 

As I slipped into the Void I also felt that I had left something behind.  I no longer felt my body, yes, but I also felt no emotions either.  I had been stripped of everything that had held me back before.  I was now a program.  No, not just a program.  I was…

I was Virus.

Ruins pt. 48

The fight didn’t last much longer, but when Alana finally pulled me to my feet I wished she had left me there on the ground, easy prey for whatever creature would take me.

I had failed.

I had failed, and now Rita was slumped over against the side of her house, her face and throat a crisscross of crimson valleys and rivers.  She was still alive, but gasping for air. 

The still twitching bodies of the… things, the laughing dead lay on the ground. 

“We need to get her inside.”

Alana pushed me towards Rita, her voice soft but firm.

I did as I was told, carefully lifting Rita off the ground, her right arm slung around my shoulder, her left around Alana’s.

In the distance I could hear the sounds of the rest villagers searching New Eden for any remaining demons.

My gut told me that they wouldn’t find any.

This attack was focused.

This attack had a purpose.