My Brother's Mansion: Grueberfest '07 (598 hits)
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Submitted by Ballare (View user info) at 2007-10-11 23:04:15 EDT
The car passed slowly under a row of trees, slipping silently, save for the crunch of gravel under the tires, onto the white driveway of Damien's brother's mansion. The house was looming and imposing and ornate, and Damien couldn't stand the sight, as he felt himself to be a modest and decent and unpretentious man.
As he got out of the car he spat, and crushed a half-smoked cigarette underfoot. He gazed silently up at the unlit windows, slid his hands into his jacket, and moved around to the side door. The front door was always locked.
He didn't bother knocking, and as he pushed the door open he called out, "hello?"
There was no answer, which was odd, for Damien's brother was expecting him. The man hissed irritably, sucking air between his teeth, and wove through the white kitchen and into the great reception hall.
"Adam?" His voice echoed through the vast house, and the great empty spaces took the sound and flattened it and distorted it and returned it to Damien's ears so that it was dead and stifled.
"For god's sake-"
The sound of socked feet, quick and playful, gave him pause, and the man glanced over his shoulder. Through a high arched doorway into the main living room, he briefly saw Adam's young daughter standing motionless with her small hands on her hips. She gave him an odd half-smile, tilting her head so that her hair cascaded over her shoulder and down across her face, then ducked behind the wall and disappeared from sight.
"I'm not here to play games with you, damnit!" Damien called out to nothing, to no one, and silently he cursed his eccentric brother. Sighing heavily, he turned and stalked after the girl, and as he strode into the drawing room he found her sitting cross-legged on the floor, her head bowed and her fingers steepled, her elbows propped on her knees.
"Lis-ten," he said as he approached her, with the slow, idiotic voice of one who spoke to children as though they were sub-human, or at the very least not fit for their notice, "where is your dad-dy? He said he had something im-por-tant to tell me and I have driven all the way from New York to talk to him."
Her head swiveled around slowly, and she tilted up her chin so she stared right into her eyes, and answered softly, "fuck you, uncle Damien."
Her voice was strange; high, piping, and extraordinarily cold.
As though children spoke this way to him daily, the man crouched down beside her and took her face gently into a rough, large hand.
Then he slapped her harshly across the mouth.
He said: "I'm very tired, Eve. Don't fuck around."
The girl continued to gaze at him, serene and silent and still, but as Damien stood and slipped his hands into his pockets she lifted her small fingers and put them to her face, where already red welts began to show. Her eyes, her lovely brown doe-like eyes, so like those of her father, bore through him accusingly.
She spat on his shoe.
Damien swore, and kicked out at her, and the girl seemed to scramble out of the way but also seemed to not move at all, and she was several feet away and standing and clutching her fingers into tight balled fists as he barked, "I said, don't fuck around! Where's Adam?"
She answered: "Adam's gone, Damien." And a laugh, high and piping and extraordinarily cold, filled the room. The little girl smiled beatifically upward at Damien, watching him carefully, as he glanced around, towards the elegant furnishings - the graceful, domed ceilings, but so low now, - the tall, confining, constricted walls; and for the first time he noticed the lack of windows and he shuddered, and kept himself from clapping his hands to his ears against the horrible laughter.
"Eve-"
Her smile widened now, slow and ominous and she was baring her teeth not unlike a feral animal and the laughter filled the room.
"I was here," her voice spoke, unnatural and low, and it was no longer Damien's young niece Eve but instead something else altogether, speaking through her and holding her and keeping her body rigid and upright, "I was here. I know, Damien. Do you remember, seven years ago, do you remember?"
The laughter came again, softer now, eerie and sinister, and the man stiffened. He narrowed his eyes and his lips tightened to a thin line and he hissed angrily, "impossible."
Eve, or more accurately Eve's body, turned away, and the voice spoke again, bitterly, "of course not, Damien, uncle Damien," (the words were caustic and mocking) "I was not yet born. It was nine months since that day that I came into this world, wailing and naked and the product of sin."
"Eve," Damien asked slowly, "- where is your father?"
And again that horrific laughter filled the room, and the doors began to slam and there was a gentle tinkle of glass as the lightbulbs shattered, all at once, and from above there was thumping, steady and slow. Damien twisted his neck upward and for the first time saw the great crimson stain smeared across the ceiling, and the pounding grew nearer, almost directly above them, and he stepped one-two-three over to Eve and took her arms and began to shake her.
"Stop it!"
For a moment, there was silence.
For a moment, Damien thought Eve had fallen limply in his arms and the thing that had possessed her had fled.
For a moment -
The corpse of Eve's father flung itself down the great entrance staircase, bouncing sickeningly against the marble steps with great wet crunching bumps, and rolled several feet to the doorway of the drawing room.
It was twisted and red and white and muscle showed through where the bone had stabbed through flesh and organs were peeking through ragged torn slashes in the white smooth skin and Damien pivoted about and immediately threw up at the sight, and, coughing, he backed up several paces where he clutched at the wall behind him with white-knuckled fingers.
"Adam's dead," Eve laughed softly, and it was Eve again - for a fleeting moment - her voice sweet and young, and the blithe indifference to her tone was crueler than any malice she could have expressed, and suddenly it was Eve-that-was-not-Eve but something else altogether.
"I am the product of sin," she said again, "and I have purged myself. Would you like to hear how?"
Damien shook his head mutely - no, no, dear god no, - but she continued, and as she spoke she moved over to the mangled carcass and knelt leisurely next to it to trail her fingers through the thick oozing blood.
"Adam, my name-father, who allowed you to rape my mother and knew and at the same time did not know and above all else did not care, I smashed over the head with a small children's oven you gave to me as a gift several years ago. I am not strong," and she spread her hands and gazed down at them as though seeing them for the first time, smeared with drying dark blood, "but he was asleep to begin with. And after he had died I cut him, cut him over and over and over, with a knife from the kitchen, but that was for pleasure - or I suppose as a sort of retaliation - but had he been conscious he would have resisted and I'm just a small girl.
"My mother, for knowing what I was and bearing me aware that the life she carried was already black with wickedness, is in the bathtub upstairs. She is a lovely colour, if you must know, a sort of purplish blue and singed all over. I came in and sat and talked with her at great length, as she was well into the wine, and she had fallen most asleep when I plugged the hair dryer in and tossed it into the water."
Eve frowned, a lovely little pouting frown, and said, "I don't think she felt much pain."
"And you," she said at last, her lips curving upward, and it was as innocent a smile as any man has ever seen, "finally you have come."
Damien shook his head: "I don't understand-" and even as he feigned ignorance he clasped his hands around a heavy book behind him.
The shape of the small girl turned to face him and exhaled heavily, dramatically, and said, "don't play stupid, Father. You held my mother down and laughed as you defiled her and called to Adam, what fun this is! watch as she struggles! And you, you-" her voice rose stridently, spiraling upward into fury, "your loathsome seed met with my other half in my mother's womb and you created this! This creature of sin and impurity and it shall never be clean again!"
Eve-that-was-no-longer-Eve tightened herself, coiled and sprung at Damien, and her face twisted into a horrible seething contorted grimace and she raked her nails across his chest. Damien swiftly brought the book above his head to strike down at her and was astonished and alarmed as it lifted out of his hands and twisted about mid-air and smashed down upon him and suddenly he felt nothing at all.
The small girl bared her teeth in a cold smile, and brought her head to his chest. Ripping into the flesh of his neck, she murmured to herself as she gnawed upon the tendons and lapped at the blood.
Yes, a voice spoke slowly in her mind, Yes, my dear. This right and you are good.
And she nodded, yes, yes, and suddenly everything was right and she was clean and pure and uncorrupted and had washed away the sin she had not sinned with the blood of those who had.
User Reviews
Submitted by J_Man (user info) at 2007-10-13 13:53:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This was pretty good.
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2007-10-13 05:18:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-12 09:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good, not as good as your previous entry,
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I feel that way about my entries as well.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-10-12 15:14:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-12 09:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good, not as good as your previous entry, but still seems to be fairly well thought out so +2.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-10-12 11:12:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-12 09:43:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-12 09:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good, not as good as your previous entry, but still seems to be fairly well thought out so +2.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2007-10-12 03:57:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Creepy. A few things bugged me though.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2007-10-12 00:58:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
She killed her father with an easy bake oven, huh?
This really didn't make much sense and you have way too many conjunctive sentences and this contest went down faster than kaos-king at a deviant art convention.
Submitted by Zampano (user info) at 2007-10-11 23:59:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wtf im not readin all tat
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-10-11 23:39:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by DeMoNiC (user info) at 2007-10-11 23:37:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-10-12 13:11:57 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
TOO LONG; DIDN'T READ
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Illiterate cunt.
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Ha ha indeed.
Submitted by DeMoNiC (user info) at 2007-10-11 23:37:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-10-12 13:11:57 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
TOO LONG; DIDN'T READ
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Illiterate cunt.
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And the story, Hmm.. It was good with moments of better then good - though it suffered from some serious lacks of grammar, making it hard to follow on occasion.
Though the idea was good and the execution was good - Just could of been better. +2.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-10-11 23:30:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Gooey and gory.
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-10-11 23:11:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
TOO LONG; DIDN'T READ