Friday, September 26, 2014

Black Sacrament (First and last line)

The sky above the port was the color of television, turned to a dead channel. The sky started to let go of the water it had collected in small sprinkles. The six bodies bobbed in the salty water. Six bodies, six children all under the age of ten. They had been dead for hours, missing for 74 hours. The police arrived and started to fish the bodies out of the water, being as careful as possible. The first child that they had brought out and set carefully on an open body bag, was a little girl named Mary-Ann Sarah Patterson. She was Seven years old and had curly red hair. She had thick string tied through the tops of her hands and her feet. She also had a string that went around her neck. She was dressed in a blue Dutch styled dress. In fact the next three girls were just the same. There was a four year old named Jessica Lain Monetary that had her mouth sewed up, probably to keep her from being loud. There was two six year olds named Lacy Ray Smith and Patricia Kaylee Deeds. These two had their eyes sewn shut. The two boys had masks on. One of tragedy and the other of comedy. Tragedy wore a blood red vest and comedy wore a stall green. The police tried to take the masks off but they were sewn on. The two boys also had the same thick cord that the girls did. The police put all the bodies into a body bag and then went home. They didn’t search the area, they didn’t look for evidences. They didn’t even look for witnesses. The police had been looking for the children for 74 hours and by the time they found them they were tired. They had decided to pick up the search for more clues the next day. Later that night the police captain’s two daughters, Louise and Sydney, were getting tucked in by their parents. While the parents were walking out the father happened to look over to their desk and saw pictures that they had been drawing. The father walked over and picked up the first picture. The picture shown of a person dressed in a jester’s costume with fiery red hair. He was bending over a stage with six puppet sticks in his hands. The six puppets all looked like the six children that the police found. “Louise and Sydney, who is this?” the police captain said as he turned around to face them. Louise and Sydney sat up quickly and smiled and looked at their father. “Daddy you don’t know the Jester man?” Sydney said as she grinned at her dad then to Louise and back to her dad. “He is the one that runs everything. He is the puppet master, he is Cicero. You know that daddy. Sydney and I talk to him every night.” “Girls I don’t think I have. Can I meet him now?” the father said as he sat on Sydney’s bed. The smile on the two girls face went away and they both looked at the space in between their beds. It was like someone was talking to them. They turned and looked at their father and smiled. “Well turn around and you can talk to him.” He turned around and saw nothing. He smelled a putrid smell and felt the hot breath of someone breathing. Yet no one was there. He stood there frozen. Then all of a sudden he fell to the ground. When he awoke he was in a large room. The putrid smell that laid in his conscience was no more. He tried to move but was held down by the chains around his limbs. And he was cold, he was freezing. The cold slab of rock burned his back with the ice. The room was ill lit and the air rumbled with dust. A door opened and beings in red and black cloaks filled the room. They surrounded the room and set their gaze to the man struggling on the altar. A menacing laugh also filled the air, seeming to come from everywhere. “You couldn’t have just left well enough alone.” A voice, not friend but foe said with such madness. A jester popped into the menacing picture. “What do you want from me?” the man felt frightened and yet somehow brave. The jester laughed and skipped about. He jumped onto the slab on which the man was pinned down against. “Well you see Mr. Police man…” he giggled “my associates and I” he pointed around the room then looked at the man that lay beneath him “don’t appreciate you trying to find my toys…my puppets.” The jesters smile faded and he looked at the man with utter hatred. The man looked at the jester above him with disgust and said, “how could you say they are your toys, they are just children. You’re a sick fuck!” he yelled The jester glared and got down to the man’s face, “do not forget whose house you are in and where your place is,” he whispered “Mr. Police Man!” he said with such hate, his face was twisted and full of madness. The man’s face turned white and he felt the warm rancid breath of the jester. The jester stood up and walked five paces to the right and turned around to face the man with a big smile on his face. “Now, I am Cicero, the puppeteer, the king of madness….” His voice turned grim. “The jester of the Dark Brotherhood." The jester motioned to his followers and said “Come, Children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out."

1 comment:

  1. Oh wow. I could totally see your story being the basis of a very scary movie. The idea of a puppeteer is creepy, and the way you've narrated his movements and the things he says really make him come to life. The way you've made his daughters see him first (and do drawings of the victims) is an especially creepy touch. Nice work, Ashley.