Mannequin

Not really sure who will enjoy this one and to be fair if you do enjoy this I worry ‘cos I think it’s some pretty dark shit. I hope no one reads the sparse stories I post for a happy ending because I don’t think I have written one yet.

Despite the blazing hot weather and bright sunlight outside the inside of Marvin’s Mannequins was kept relatively dark, with the majority of the light being produced by several large lamps that hung over the displays that lined the edge of the shop’s interior. Despite the size of the shop the centre of the room was kept clear of all furniture, allowing for any viewers to move freely with no fear of anything prohibiting their progress. The Displays that did feature in the room were high wooden cabinets that reached from the floor almost all the way to the high ceiling, the frames polished to a dark mahogany hue while the thin glass pains were cleaned to the point where one would not believe that they’re were there without reaching over and touching them, an act made impossible by red velvet rope that surrounded each cabinet, keeping viewers of their contents just out of arms reach. The shop itself smelled slightly of bleach and other such cleaning products, not so much that it disturbed any potential views but just enough that it could be noticed. Of course no one that entered would ever comment on where the smell came from, the immaculate presentation of the store front was enough to tell anyone that the proprietor spent copious hours making sure it was always ready for visitors. Today however the shop had been kept rather quiet. The sun and the warmth outside had diverted peoples attention from the shopping district and out of town to the beaches, parks and anywhere else where the children could enjoy the outside while the parents would idly chatter amongst themselves, leaving Marvin’s Mannequins to sit in silence.
That silence however was broken by the soft jingle of the bell above the door, followed by the thud of boots on the solid wooden floor as someone entered, bringing with them a warm breeze of outside air which was quickly cut off by the careful closing of the door. Hayley was a regular of the store, often finding any reason to venture into town to peer into it’s displays and over the months since the store’s opening she had struck up a friendship with the store’s proprietor. With pale skin but dyed black hair and dressed in all black, complimented by black makeup, Hayley fulfilled the stereotypical gothic young woman look to perfection as she smiled a small smile to herself and walked to the first cabinet. At just 5’5 Hayley wore her heavy platform boots to boost her height, boots which now thundered loudly across the floor as she crossed the room to gaze at the display.
Inside stood a porcelain doll. Her long blond curls hung over her tiny gingham dress which covered delicate white stockings the attire finished off with small black shoes. Hayley’s blue eyes stared into the doll’s glassy hazel ones which in turn stared right back. In Hayley’s opinion the eyes that had been crafted for this doll, and indeed the eyes of every doll in the store held more life and emotion that those of most the people’s she knew. The eyes of these dolls seemed knowing and intelligent to Hayley and when appreciated with the small smile that each doll wore they seemed to radiate some strange love that Hayley had often could only be the love and attention of the creator that he had poured into each of their creations. Hayley walked around the room in silence except for the thumping of her boots as she always did upon her visits, stopping to gaze upon ever doll she saw and appreciating them all for everything they were worth. Just as she finished examining a doll dressed in a very vintage 50’s style attire a voice called out from behind her, causing her heart to skip a beat as she jumped.

‘Back again Hayley?’

Hayley turned to see a tall but slender man in a scruffy apron with unkempt blond hair with grey streaks standing behind the counter. He looked through his thick glasses at her and smiled warmly.

‘I should have known it was you from the way you stamp around in those big boots of yours’

‘Mister Richard, You scared the life out of me’ replied Hayley with a smile, one hand clutched to her chest.

‘I am sorry about that, but then again so do your boots every time you step into my shop’ replied the man with a chuckle

‘And I’m sorry about that, I’ll try to remember not to wear them next time’

‘Oh don’t be silly, don’t change the way you express yourself just on my account. And for the thousandth time it’s Marvin’

‘I’ll try to remember that one as well’ replied Hayley.

‘So who is it you’re examining today my dear?’ asked Marvin, absent mindedly pulling out a cloth and swiping a spot of dirt off the handle of the door he had just appeared out of.

‘Oh, just all of them, as always Mis… Marvin

‘You keep coming in here and one day you may even buy one.’ Joked Marvin

Hayley looked down sheepishly at the very large price tag that sit in front of the nearest doll.

‘Maybe one day I will, when I win the lottery maybe.’

Marvin chuckled

‘Or maybe one day you come in here enough and I’ll feel charitable and just let you have one’

‘That’ll be the day Marvin’ replied Hayley with a small laugh of her own

‘Maybe, but for now have one of these’ he said, offering Hayley a small box with the lid of, revealing a row of small dark chocolates.

Hayley hesitated, she had been growing increasingly conscious of her weight recently, well ever since her rough breakup with her ex boyfriend.

‘Oh Hayley, It’s just one, I won’t tell if you don’t’ smiled Marvin

Hayley managed a half smile and took one of the smaller chocolates, popping it gingerly into her mouth as marvin returned the box to behind the small desk that stood by the door to the basement.

‘I take it by your hesitation that things still aren’t going right with Josh?’

Hayley swallowed hard.

‘Things are exactly how I want them to be, I don’t want anything to do with him.’ She replied quickly

‘Oh Hayley, the eyes around you can see the truth, as can mine. You can’t fool an old man’s eyes.’

‘I just…don’t want tot talk about it.’ Hayley replied

‘Than I shan’t talk.’

Marvin inspected the sad look on Hayley’s face for a moment before smiling as a light bulb turned on in his head.

‘I know something that will cheer you up, Have you ever wanted to see how these dolls are made?’

‘Hayley looked up from the doll she had been examining and looked at him Marvin.

‘Well it would be interesting’

‘The how about I show you my workshop downstairs? I have been working on something that I think you will really like’ Marvin said, his tone almost bursting with excitement.

‘Well…OK then’ replied Hayley who couldn’t help but get swept up in the wave of Marvin’s overwhelming excitement.

Opening the door behind him Marvin beckoned Hayley into a long corridor that lead to a long staircase leading down. Leaving the semi dark of the storefront and entering the brightly lit back of the shop gave Hayley a sudden head rush but she battled on through it and followed Marvin to the staircase. Steadying herself on the wall Hayley carefully followed her friend down the steps making sure not to miss any in her chunky boots as she descended. At the bottom she found Marvin bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of a wooden door with a small wooden sigh nailed to the front reading Where the Magic Happens which had clearly been a product of the Disney company.

‘After you my dear’ he said through a broad grin that threatened to separate his head in two.

Hayley opened the door with one hand while the other gently massaged her head through her hair, the rush had been replaced by a slow spinning sensation that was starting to turn her stomach slightly. As the door opened Hayley saw a room almost as large as the store front up top but with only a small workbench pressed to the back of the room behind what appeared to be a hospital gurney. There was a smell of burning plastic and looking around Hayley saw what looked to be coffins stood up along the left wall with a table and chair sat in the middle of the room with the majority of the lighting pointed towards them. Hayley tried to take a step forward but her legs gave up underneath her and she fell forward twisting slightly as she went only to find herself caught by the surprisingly strong hands of Marvin who slowly lowered her down son that she was lying on her back on the cold concrete floor. The light above her was blocked out by the blurred face of Marvin himself appearing above her. He said something but the words were just a muffled mess and the more Hayley tried to strain to hear him the darker the room got and the fainter Marvin became.

Hayley awoke briefly as she was placed carefully onto the gurney but she quickly passed out again. She awoke again as she felt her boot being tugged from her foot. Through the deep throbbing in her head she managed to hear Marvin tut and pass a comment of which she only managed to partly hear

‘…eally that short? Well I guess it won’t matter in the lon…’

But then Hayley’s passed out again briefly. The next time she awoke Hayley felt her dress being pulled carefully down her thighs. At this she tried her best to struggle, to call out for help but the best she could muster was a slight wobble as tears started to form in her eyes. Marvin ran a hand over her calf and up the inside of her thigh before stopping himself and making another comment, this time Hayley didn’t make it out. Marvin then caressed her belly slightly before chuckling.

‘Maybe the chocolate was too much’ he said before turning to see the tears running down Hayley’s face ‘Or maybe not enough for you. But oh well, this should keep you out for the duration’ before he disappeared out of Hayley’s sight. Trying her best to turn her head achieved nothing for Hayley and she was suddenly struck in the neck by a stinging sensation followed by a hot feeling that spread quickly through out her shoulders and up to her head.

‘Night night Hayley’ came Marvin’s voice again

Hayley finally woke again some time later, she couldn’t tell how long she had been out but she seemed to be sitting up and her throat was dry and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.Terrified Hayley tried to open her eyes but found them stuck shut, as if something was gluing them closed. Her fear intensified as she realised it must have been Marvin. Hayley tried to scream but she found her lips were sealed as well, this time by something on the outside of them that was keeping them shut, worse was that her entire body had been glued into place and the more she struggled she felt whatever it was tearing painfully at her skin as if it was going to literally rip her skin off of her. Hayley’s heart was racing as she struggled and tried to thrash and scream, tasting blood as the skin on her lips was eventually ripped away from what was covering them and she managed to let out a moan of fear and agony as blood filled her mouth. And then she hears hurried footsteps, followed by Marvin’s voice.

‘Hayley HAYLEY! Relax! It’s OK, stop struggling before you ruin everything.’

Then Hayley felt something wet and cold but soft being pressed to her eyes, and then whatever was gluing her eyes closed slowly softened and Hayley managed to wrench her eyes open. Looking blearily around Hayley saw that she had been sat at the table that stood in the middle of Marvin’s ‘workshop’ it was impossible to move her head but she could still look around with her eyes, not that it granted a much better view. All Hayley could see was the far wall with the three black coffins propped up against it. She tried to struggle again and again found her skin in agony but there was the smallest amount of movement from her arm though the motion, as small as it was, felt like razor blades slicing underneath her skin.

‘Hayley STOP! NOW!’ came Marvin’s voice again and he moved into view.‘Look be careful, You’re still setting. Any movement now and you will ruin everything.’

Baffled and terrified by what he was saying Hayley tried to scream. The face she had known for months, happy and benevolent seeming was now pale and strained, there were bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days and his eyes were darting around the room as if looking for something that was just beyond his vision.

‘Oh but I suppose you want to know what I mean’ Marvin continued, ‘Well no use hiding it now. I did say I was working on something you would like.’

And Marvin moved away, reappearing next to one of the coffins. Hayley strained her arms and, through the pain she felt her right arm move a little more. Marvin was beyond noticing, he had opened the coffin and, though his body was blocking Hayley’s line of sight he was clearly straining with something heavy. Hayley watched in terror as he dragged whatever it was backwards to the table and then with one last burst of effort he turned the thing around.
Clutched in his arms was a huge doll, only slightly smaller than Marvin himself and unlike the smaller counterparts upstairs with their childlike figures this one was clearly a full grown woman. The proportions were perfect and the eyes staring back at Hayley were more real than any she had ever seen Marvin create before, but again unlike their upstairs counterparts these eyes had none of the love, rather they contained more terror than could possible ever be replicated in anything man made. Held in Marvin’s arms was a real woman, covered somehow in a bizarre porcelain mould that had trapped her essentially inside the doll body and with a sudden horrified realisation Hayley realised that this must be the same fate that had befallen her and she too had been transformed into one of those things.

‘Beautiful isn’t she? Not as beautiful as you of course but how could she be? She was only a prototype for the process I have been working on. What do you think? Oh I know you can’t talk but I know what you’ll think. You’re in love with what I have done for you. You’ve been immortalised. You’re a beauty that will never age. Oh There were a few broken eggs to get here but it was all worth it for you Hayley. You were my inspiration.’

Marvin continued to ramble his mad motivations, his words seeming like a thick black sludge that flowed into Hayley’s ears and filler her head with horror. She had to get out of here. Her eyes, the only part of her not covered by the mixture were spilling tears which to her horror Marvin mistook for tears of joy.

‘Oh Hayley I knew you’d love it. You loved my dolls so much and I just wanted to give that love back to you, for you see, I love you Hayley. Ever since you first stepped into my store and I saw you’re countenance I knew I was in love. The way you looked at my dolls I knew we were kindred spirits and I knew we would have to be together, This way there is no reason for you to ever lose your radiance and we can share each other always.’

Marvin propped the human doll he was holding up against the table and to Hayley’s horror he approached, one arm moving out of view and Hayley could only imagine it creeping over her cheek as his face moved closer to hers. Desperate Hayley screamed as best as she could through her porcelain mask, the sound coming out as a muffled cry that was loud enough to stop Marvin in his tracks.

‘Hayley No you have to be careful!’ cried Marvin who’s voice was filling with panic, increasing crazily in pitch.

Despite the agony of her skin tearing free from her muscled Hayley tried to free her arms, trying to force Marvin away and with a final crack like breaking glass her Arm moved at the shoulder, flying forward and managing to collide with Marvin’s face. As she did this Hayley saw her arm. It was a solid pale pink, shiny and inhuman as if someone had covered her in a thick, solid layer of cling flim. Cracks had appeared where she had moved and there was no blood pouring from each crack, flowing freely down her arm and onto the table top in front of her. The sight of her own arm coupled with the horrified squeal from Marvin filled Hayley with a greater desire to escape. Fighting through the slicing pain Hayley managed to force her legs to the floor with another loud crash and staggered to her feet. The table shifted as she bumped into it and the doll that Marvin had propped up fell forward, stiff as a board, colliding with the floor with a shattering sound. Hayley had no ability to move her head but she could only imaging the terrible mess that lay inside the girls porcelain coffin.
Marvin screamed a high, childlike screech at this but Hayley was already desperately trying to manoeuvre her mostly static body away and in the direction of the door.   One leg was completely unmoving and the other was only free at the hip, meaning that Hayley was dragging herself along the floor in a torturous two step. Her breathing was heavy, every ragged breath pulling more blood down her throat and into her lungs and the tears in her eyes were almost blinding her. It was a small miracle that the door to the workshop was open and despite Marvin throwing himself in her way he seemed unwilling to touch her as if any attempt to restrain her would lead to her breaking into a thousand pieces. Indeed when Hayley made it to the door he moved out of her way begging and pleading with her to stop, horrified that he may nudge her into the doorway and break her.
As she exited the door Hayley found herself with a final obstacle. The stairs seemed to be insurmountable. She was completely unable to mover her knees but she knew she had to escape. Desperately raising her leg as high as the agony would let her she tried her best to get her one movable leg onto the bottom step. Tried to get into a position to make some attempt at a hop upstairs. Alas it was not to be. Hayley felt herself falling backwards. With no way to stop herself she fell slowly backwards. The world seemed to slowly rotate around her as she felt herself falling, almost in slow motion to the sound effect of another scream from Marvin. Hayley didn’t feel the impact. As soon as her head hit the concrete floor the porcelain covering her body shattered, ripping away from her and taking chunks of flesh with it. There was a blinding white flash of pain and Hayley was passed out. Waking just one more time Hayley found herself lying numbly in the lap of Marvin who was weeping over her broken body. Wishing for it all to just end Hayley passed away, the last thing she heard was the lamenting of Marvin as he raised a shard of smashed porcelain from the floor and held it to his wrist.

Motionless

Just a quick bit of sci-fi I wrote out of boredom.

Motionless. The only way to describe the wasteland of Braxis. The rolling dunes of the desert were completely without movement. From one side of the horizon to the other one could look an they would see nothing but the barren plains of grey, the desert of Braxis being not covered in sand but ash. Over the centuries since the planet’s core had burst the ash thrown up into the atmosphere had settled and compacted under the harsh winds and heavy rain storms, leaving a solid floor of darkness, leaving it motionless, or all but motionless. Slowly and tentatively something small broke the surface of the ash. A small creature, it’s fur matted and coarse carefully poked it’s head from where it had been hiding beneath the cover of ash and, after many minutes scouting the area. Broke from it’s cover, running a few feet it hid in the shadows provided by the closes dune and went to ground, flattening itself to the floor and watching. Taking it’s time the predator waited, knowing that before long it’s patience would be rewarded. Finally it’s patience was rewarded when something moved, skirting the desert quickly it darted forward before stopping. Sliding forward almost leisurely the predator moved, what it was hunting didn’t matter, only that it was soon to become food. The hunter had learnt after years of life, how to move silently but quickly across the desert and before too long it had closed on it’s prey which was still very much unaware of it’s presence. Staying low the hunter stopped, knowing that even as it closed, one wrong movement would cost it it’s meal. The ash moved minutely before it as it carefully moved again, finally it was close enough, the time to strike was now and with one surge of it’s muscles it burst forward and out of the ash, It’s huge frame exploding from the ash like a breaching whale and it’s jaws scooping up and enveloping the small rodent which hadn’t even realised it was being stalked and which managed a small, pitiful squeal before it disappeared completely into the maw of oblivion.
The Dust Devil lay on the surface of the ash,resting it’s huge frame allowing it’s scales to absorb some small amount of sunlight from the clouded sky as it chewed it’s prey a few times before swallowing. In the distance it watched a as a trio of dust clouds made their way across the desert, the Devil had seen clouds like this before, it didn’t know what caused them but it’s primitive animal intellect told it that it was best to stay away for now. Even if it moved at top speed it was no match for the vehicles on the horizon, but what else it knew was that sooner or later those vehicles would releases softer, slower targets and then maybe it could claim a more significant meals that the one it had just had. Casually the beast turned back to the ash, using it’s ram like nose to crack the surface and then pulled itself underground again. The only sign that it had ever been there being the long thin track left by it’s dorsal spines as it moved, punctuated by one larger crater before the trail continued, turning east and following after the clouds on the horizon.
Heedless of the display of nature that had just occurred the small army jeep sped on across the wasteland, it’s wheels kicking up huge plumes of ash as it did so, causing the bus that followed behind it to need to keep a good distance to it’s left in order for the driver to be able to see where they were going and the same said for the cargo truck behind that, causing the convoy to gouge a wide series of tracks out of the previously perfectly flat ash.

Arsenic on the Rocks

Here is just a short scrips i wrote back in uni, didn’t have a whole lot of use for it but i guess I’ll post it here where someone might read it…

EXT. THE BASTION PUB – EVENING
A surly looking man stands outside the pub on his own, he
looks at the pub then back up the street before entering.
CUT TO:
INT. THE BASTION PUB – CONTINUOUS
The lights in the pub are dark leaving the patrons in the
shadows, the man sits down at the bar, here the lights are
brighter giving the impression that the man is sitting in a
spotlight. The barman turns round to the man with a smile on
his face.
THE BARMAN
Penny for your thoughts?
TREVOR

THE BARMAN
Hmm, maybe just a stiff drink then?
TREVOR
I’ll take the strongest thing
you’ve got, and lots of it
The Barman’s smile grows wider
THE BARMAN
A man enters with a stern look and
plans to drink heavily, I think I’d
pay a fortune for his disaster
Trevor glares at the barman but says nothing
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
And that’s a look that could kill,
now I’m really interested
Trevor continues to glare and remains silent
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
So what is it that motivated you
into this fine drinking
establishment today/
TREVOR
Alcohol
The Barman chuckles, not put off by Trevor’s reluctance to
talk
THE BARMAN
That much is obvious but everyone
has a reason to drink.
(MORE)
You’re alone so I doubt you’re here
just to drink socially, maybe
you’re in need for some liquid
courage
TREVOR

THE BARMAN
Now what would a strong young man
like you be looking for courage
for?
Trevor’s face darkens and he looks down at the bar
TREVOR
Revenge
THE BARMAN
A simple motivation is ever there
was one, but not always the easiest
to accomplish
Trevor remains silent and the bar man pulls out three shot
glasses, turning away from Trevor he begins pouring drinks.
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
you know what they say, he who
seeks revenge must dig two graves
TREVOR
Two graves? Yea, one for him and
one for…
The Barman stops pouring drinks and turns back to Trevor, the
smile on his face growing larger but containing no warmth,
more of a smirk that complimented the dark atmosphere of the
rest of the Pub, he cuts Trevor off before he can finish
speaking
THE BARMAN
…Her
There is a long pause
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
Now I know where I recognized that
look on your face before, I have
seen many people wearing it
Trevor glares at the barman with renewed vigor
TREVOR
And what the fuck would you know
about it? Just give me my god
damned drink!
2.
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
THE BARMAN
As you wish, for a man scorned to
drink by his love…
The barman turns around and then back wit three shot glasses
which he lays out in a line in front of Trevor
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
Arsenic on the rocks
Trevor is silent again
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
You know if people who set out
looking to get revenge rarely get
what they want and I see it even
less likely to happen in your
situation
TREVOR
Why the fuck should I listen to
you? Just leave me with my drink
Trevor reaches for his first shot but just before he can pick
it up the barman snatches it up from the bar and examines the
contents
THE BARMAN
I always found there were three
steps to self destruction, that
being the more likely outcome of
looking for revenge. The first is
to become obsessed with something
you cant change
TREVOR
Will you just shut up and leave me
alone?
THE BARMAN
But we’re having such a riveting
discussion. Now tell me, this girl
who has destroyed you so, what was
she like?
Trevor looks down at the bar again and grips his head in his
hands
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
Was she beautiful? Smart? Kind? Did
she make you feel like this world
wasn’t such a dark, unforgiving
place?
TREVOR
FUCK YOU!
3.
THE BARMAN
Was she good in bed? Did she moan
in pleasure at your very touch? Or
did she scream?
TREVOR
SHUT UP, JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING
MOUTH!!
The barman’s smile grows even colder
TREVOR (CONT’D)
She was everything to me OK? She
was perfect, she was all I wanted
in the entire fucking world and she
left…
Trevor’s voice breaks a little
TREVOR (CONT’D)
Why the fuck do you care?
THE BARMAN
So she left you and now you feel
like there is nothing left in the
world for you. You let one person
take everything you had.
TREVOR
She was my everything, she…
The barman cuts Trevor off again
THE BARMAN
So before her you had nothing?
Nothing at all? She gave you
clothes and a house and everything?
TREVOR
Why are you being so fucking
stupid?
THE BARMAN
I’m not, you’re the one who
believes one woman took everything
from him
TREVOR
Not fucking literally
THE BARMAN
Then what did you have before she
came along?
4.
TREVOR
I had some shitty little job with
no potential, earning just enough
money to pay the rent and my social
circle included me and my brother.
THE BARMAN
So you had your brother then, and
you have a place where you live, I
wouldn’t consider that nothing
TREVOR
I don’t want that, I want her
THE BARMAN
But she’s gone and if you keep
living in the past like that your
just waiting for the grave
TREVOR
I might as well be dead
THE BARMAN
Your wishing yourself dead over one
person? What would that achieve?
Trevor grabs the first shot in the line and downs it
TREVOR
Nothing, that’s why I want revenge
THE BARMAN
Now that’s something else that I’ve
been wondering about, you want
revenge on her, I assume that she
ran off with someone else
Trevor ignores the question
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
Oh your not going to give me the
silent treatment again
Trevor looks around the pub and then back down at the bar,
anywhere but at the barman
THE BARMAN (CONT’D)
I’ll take that as a yes, well OK
then, now if obsessing over
something is the first step to self
destruction then this is the second
Trevor looks up at the barman again with a look of strain on
his face
TREVOR
What?
5.
THE BARMAN
I told you, three steps to self
destruction, obsessing over
something and now hate towards
others because of something
Trevor shakes his head
TREVOR
And what’s the third?
The barman chuckles again
THE BARMAN
That come later
TREVOR
Whatever, but if you knew my story
you wouldn’t say I was hating him
without reason
THE BARMAN
I don’t think I said that to start
with
TREVOR
… Whatever, you’d hate this guy
if you met him anyway.
THE BARMAN
That’s quite possible, so what
happened?
TREVOR
I still don’t know why you care
THE BARMAN
And I don’t know why you are so
bitter at this guy. So you show me
yours and I’ll show you mine
TREVOR
There is no winning with you is
there?
The Barman just smiles and waits for Trevor to continue
TREVOR (CONT’D)
This guy that she left me for… he
is just such an asshole, some
muscle bound moron who was given
everything in life and earned
nothing. The same type of dick we
all know and hate.
THE BARMAN
An old school friend of yours then?
6.
TREVOR
No. Why would you think that?
THE BARMAN
Well you seem to know so much about
him, I assumed that you must have
known him a while so that you
weren’t just talking out of
bitterness
TREVOR
… No I don’t know him like that
but…
THE BARMAN
Well if you don’t know him that
well then how can you assume all
this about him
TREVOR
We all know the type and that’s
just how they are
THE BARMAN
So he is a, what was your phrasing?
Asshole, just because other people
like him are like that
TREVOR
You never met him, he was the cocky
type who look down on everyone and
only acted for himself
The barman chuckles again and shakes his head before talking
THE BARMAN
OK then, we’ll assume that this guy
is how you describe him. You sound
like you’ve met many people like
this, do you hate all of them this
much?
TREVOR
No I don’t hate all of them like
this, but not all of them stole her
from me
THE BARMAN
Stole her? Well then surely you
should report this as a kidnapping,
grab your sword sir knight and
chase off after her
Trevor clearly getting angry now
7.
TREVOR
You know what I mean, she dropped
him for me because of him, in my
opinion that’s his fault
THE BARMAN
So what exactly happened when she
left you then?
TREVOR
What happened? I’ll tell you
FADE OUT.
INT. AN OFFICE CUBICLE – MORNING
Trevor is sat at his desk doing work when a woman walks into
his cubicle
STACY
Hey Trevor, can we talk for a
moment?
Trevor looks up from his work and smiles when he see Stacy
TREVOR
Sure we can talk, what’s up?
STACY
Well, this isn’t easy to tell you
but I’ve got to do it
Trevor starts to look worried
TREVOR
What’s up Stacy? What do you need
to tell me?
STACY
Look I’ve been feeling foe a few
weeks that this relationship isn’t
working out for me and I think we
should just be friends
TREVOR
… What do you mean this isn’t
working out? I don’t understand
STACY
Well I just think that this isn’t
going to work out, I just don’t
think we go together that well
TREVOR
But how can you say that?
Everything has been going great,
what brought this on?
8.
STACY
I told you, I’ve been feeling for
weeks that this isn’t working, and
that’s partly why, you don’t listen
to me
TREVOR
Don’t listen? I listen to
everything you tell me, how can you
say that?
STACY
It’s not just that, you just…
don’t excite me like you used to
and I feel that this isn’t going to
work.
TREVOR
So… you’re just bored of me?
That’s why your ending this?
STACY
Its not like that, its just…
Another man walks up behind Stacy and puts his arms round her
and kisses her on the neck.
CHRIS
Hey Babe, how are you doing today?
STACY
Chris, this isn’t the time
Chris talks in a childish manner with a massive smile on his
face
CHRIS
What do you mean? You don’t wanna
be together at work?
There is a pause and Stacy gestures towards Trevor with her
head
CHRIS (CONT’D)
Oh… is this the guy? Oh right…
Stacy shakes her head and looks apologetic
STACY
Trevor, I’m sorry but, at least I
told you
Stacy walks of and Chris stands there looking awkward for a
few moments
9.
CHRIS
I guess you weren’t meant to see
that… sorry man, but chin up,
worse things happen.
Chris gives a fake smile and walks off, leaving Trevor sat
there looking as if he is about to cry
FADE OUT.
INT. THE BASTION PUB
Trevor sits at the bar with his head in his hands after
telling his story, after a moments pause he picks up his
second shot and downs it.
THE BARMAN
He does sound like a quite
unpleasant character
Trevor looks up at the barman, rubbing his now red eyes
TREVOR
This mean you actually agree with
me?
The Barman smiles again
THE BARMAN
Not at all, I don’t believe you at
all that he ‘stole’ anything from
you at all, it just sounds like
this, Stacy, was seeing this guy
behind your back and decided to
finish it with you
TREVOR
But she was seeing me first, and he
probably told her to do that
THE BARMAN
And you know that for sure?
TREVOR
No but…
THE BARMAN
So he stole nothing, its her fault,
not his, she’s the one you should
hate
TREVOR
Yea but she made me happy, and he
ruined it
10.
THE BARMAN
But she could have been carrying on
like this for a long time, you
would have preferred to have lived
in ignorance of that?
TREVOR
It would have been better than
feeling like this
The smile finally leaves the face of the barman as he shakes
his head
THE BARMAN
That may be the stupidest thing you
have said since entering this bar.
Trevor finally snaps, standing up he pulls out a revolver
from inside his jacket and points it at the barman
TREVOR
I’ve had enough of this, who the
fuck are you to talk to me about
this and call me stupid?
The smile returns to the face of the barman and he stands
there unfazed by being threatened with a gun
THE BARMAN
I was wondering when you were going
to get that out, you’ve been
fingering it since you entered
TREVOR
SHUT UP! I swear I will put a
bullet through your fucking head
THE BARMAN
And what will that do? Will killing
me make you feel better will it
take back all the mean words?
TREVOR
No but it’ll shut you up at last
THE BARMAN
And then where do you go? Over to
Stacy’s house where she is probably
lying with Chris right now?
TREVOR
I MEAN IT, I WILL KILL YOU RIGHT
HERE!
THE BARMAN
What will you do? You’ll shoot them
both? Will seeing him lying there
make her yours again?
11.
TREVOR
No but…
THE BARMAN
And will you sit there then,
holding her body happy that she is
finally back with you?
TREVOR
Stop it…
THE BARMAN
You don’t like that do you? No, so
just put the gun down on the bar
and you can walk out.
Trevor stands there, uncertain of himself he lowers the gun
but continues to hold it.
TREVOR
I just…
THE BARMAN
You want her back, but violence
doesn’t make that happen, if you
turn to violence then all you do is
destroy yourself
TREVOR
Is that the last step? Violence?
The final step of self destruction?
THE BARMAN
Yea its something like that
Trevor stands there for a few moments in silence, looking at
the ground before turning back to the barman
TREVOR
… I think your right, I think I
just need to go and think this
through
Trevor looks at the bar and at the last shot, he reaches for
it for a second but then holds himself back
TREVOR (CONT’D)
Just before I leave… why do you
care? Why keep talking to me?
The barman’s smile once again turns dark, almost to a sneer.
THE BARMAN
Why do I care? I don’t really, it
was a slow day and I was bored
TREVOR
You were bored?
12.
Trevor starts to glare at the barman again
TREVOR (CONT’D)
You were bored! I was sat here
baring my soul to you and you were
fucking with me? What the fuck is
wrong with you?
Trevor points the gun at the barman again
TREVOR (CONT’D)
All you wanted to do was fuck with
my feelings, you’ve been playing
with me the entire time.
The barman continues to smile and again is unfazed by the gun
as Trevor snatches up the last shot off the bar and downs it
TREVOR (CONT’D)
You know what I’m going to do, I’m
going to go to her house and I’m
going to put this gun in her mouth
and make her beg for forgiveness
from me
THE BARMAN
She’s going to beg with a gun in
her mouth?
Trevor starts to sway on the spot slightly
TREVOR
And then I’m going to find him and
I’m going to make him do the same
THE BARMAN
I don’t think you get that its hard
to beg with…
TREVOR
AND THEN I’m going to come back
here and I’m going to show you the
blood on this gun and you will know
that I did it
Trevor drops the shot glass which smashes on the floor
THE BARMAN
I hope your going to clean that up
TREVOR
And before I kill you, do you know
what I’m going to make you do?
THE BARMAN
I really don’t care to be honest, I
guess I’ll just find out when you
get back
13.
The Barman turns his back on Trevor and starts to busy
himself with the bottle behind the bar
TREVOR (CONT’D)
FUCK YOU!
Trevor turns to storm out of the bar, he stumbles a few steps
before falling to the ground dead. The barman turns around
and leans on the bar, looking at Trevor’s body
THE BARMAN
I guess I was wrong about him
destroying himself then…
FADE TO BLACK

White Wolf

The sun had hardly slipped below the horizon by the time the rain had started, not a heavy downpour by any stretch of the imagination but sufficient enough to provide most of the would-be nightlife pause for thought before ensconcing onto the streets of Southampton. The clouds in the sky made the streets even darker than would be usual for a cold winters night and there were plenty of alleys into which the light failed to stretch more than a few feet. It was in one of these alleys in which Sindrax lurked. Staying just beyond the line of light created by a nearby streetlamp to remain out of view of any passers-by, he intently watched the office building opposite, waiting for his contact to emerge.

Sindrax had arranged the meeting place for the nearby park where he and his contact could exchange information relatively unnoticed and even if someone did spot them they would hardly think anything of them. That was if Sindrax’s associate didn’t ruin everything. However even in life, when Sindrax had still answered to his old name, he had been somewhat paranoid and death had only reassured him that it was better to be overly cautious than too lax. And thus Sindrax had decided that he would follow his contact to the meeting point, allowing him to get there first so that Sindrax could observe his movements and ease his paranoia somewhat.

Though mostly covered by the high buildings that flanked the alley Sindrax was soaked through before anything happened though death had since stopped his feeling the rain or the cold. Even so it was still unpleasant to feel ones clothes clinging to their body and Sindrax’s dark jeans and shirt were doing just that as he stood semi protected in the alley. Finally the doors swung open and a figure stepped out. Sindrax tensed, the figure was a woman, short at about 5’2 and dressed in a black business suit and white shirt with the top button undone. Her hair was platinum blonde, almost white and hung down to her lower back in a ponytail.

Paranoia started to fill Sindrax’s head, he had been expecting a male as his contact, was this just someone who happened to leave the building first? Was she his contact? She was pale enough and had that look that all kindred wore of disconnect and contempt for the world around them, why had he not been told who to expect? And where the hell was his associate? He had said that he was going to survey the area but for all Sindrax knew he had gone off chasing rats.

The woman looked around as if inspecting the environment before starting off down the street. She was heading towards the park for certain. Sindrax closed his eyes, focusing his energy before opening them. The world’s colours seemed to light up, brighter than they could ever really have been. The dark shadows faded away and even the blackened sky seemed to brighten, the moon becoming as the sun was during days that Sindrax would never again see. The few people that were on the street also seemed to light up but unlike the surroundings they seemed to radiate a single light, each one giving off different shades though most of them in hues of blue or purple. Sindrax turned his attention to the retreating form of the woman. Where everyone else’s aura had been mellow shades hers was a deep blood red. She was kindred without a doubt. Sindrax shook his head and the colour faded from the world, making it seem cold and empty, almost monochrome in comparison. He took one last look around for his associate and upon seeing no sign of him cursed under his breath and strolled out into the street and after the woman.

Attired as he was in a black sweater, coat and jeans Sindrax drew little attention from passers-by as he strolled confidently down the street, making sure not to get too close to his target but keeping her within sight. Studying this woman Sindrax decided that dressed like that she was likely a Ventrue, trying to make the world think they were more important than they actually were, Sindrax knew that if his associate hadn’t disappeared he would have spit in disgust. However walking down the street, his eyes fixed on her he couldn’t help but notice the way her thighs swayed and the way her trousers were pulled so tight over her…no he mustn’t get distracted, he had a job to do, a favour he owed to the camarilla.

When they arrived at the park Sindrax broke away from his target and went wide of her while still staying behind, he tailed her all the way to the clearing in which the bandstand where they were supposed to meet stood. Expected her to go and stand by it, Sindrax was annoyed to see she instead stopped just short of the treeline and lurked there looking out over the clearing and keeping the bandstand in sight. Sindrax cursed, she was smarter than he had given her credit for. Pausing for a moment he pondered on what action to follow next, not sure whether to just watch or approach, eventually deciding that she must be his contact and she clearly wasn’t going to make the first move he circled back to behind her and made to announce himself.

Phantom Limbs XVII

Friday 14th September 2116

James Dylan’s Audio Diary

What have I done? The last thing I remember is seeing the bar as I walked down the street. The bar and the bang. What have I done? Where did I get the gun? I was just. I wanted to try and…why did I go in? Why did I order that drink? And now…Phil. The poor man didn’t deserve any of this. His house. It was so sparse. There were bottles strewn about the place. He was as drunk as I was. But he had more sense than I did. He tried to run. Cried for help. He didn’t listed to me. To my mad, drunken ramblings and I go angry. Why couldn’t he just listen? No…I can’t blame him. This is all my fault. What have I done? Now I’m just sat in this house. Alone again. With blood on  my hands. What happened to me? This is a new nightmare. My child is gone. My wife. Phil…they’re all gone. And it’s all my fault. I pushed them away. I pulled the trigger. The police will be after me now. It’s only a matter of time.

What can I do? Or is it too late for everything? Is there anything I can do to make up for the evil I have done? The computer. The automated bank. Maybe one last thing I can do…for Mily…thank god Joanna always insisted on separate bank accounts. There isn’t enough money there to buy Mily that present she wanted. Maybe her grandmother  and mother can scrape the rest together between them. Maybe after everything I can still afford to give her that little house she wanted. Got to move fast. I can hear something moving outside the door. Am I still drunk? No. It’s got to be one of those police hounds. Those mechanical hounds, more machine than I am. But less cold… there. My last deed done. They are definitely outside the house. I can hear it snuffling beneath he door. I guess this is it. Joanna.. Oh Mily. I am so sorry…

James Dylan logged out.

Phantom Limbs XVI

Thursday 13th September 2116

James Dylan’s Audio diary

You know what? What the fuck was I talking about? My fault. How is any of this my fault? My life has been going to fucking hell and I’m sat here crying like a baby because everyone else has fucked everything up for me. Did I ask to me maimed? Did I ask for my bitch of a wife to leave me? Did I not try and explain the horrors I was going through? Did she care? No no no fucking no. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? It’s her fault, and Apex for fitting me with this faulty shit augment! And Phil’s! Yea that fuck started all this. Clumsy drunken arsehole! What the fuck was wrong with him1 getting drunk and then moving that machinery. He should be fired, he should be in jail for what he did. Oh fuck off! Now the anti-auaugment bitch barmaid is giving me the evils. What the fuck does she want? Just because I’m different? Because I’m superior! Well my life is hell bitch! Oh what does this gorilla doorman what?





Now look at me. Lying in the fucking street, people looking at me like I’m some fucking drunk. I’m not drunk! That fucking anti-aug bar. Just hates machine people. Well fuck them. Fuck them all. How did I end up like this? Fucking Phil. Yea…fucking Phil. How about I go and pay fucking Phil a fucking visit. I know where he lives. He can pay me back…for all this misery he has caused. He can pay me back. And explain to my wife. And my child…and to me. Yea…lets go pay Phil a visit.

James Dylan logged out.