The Beast In the Basement Part 12 (1201 hits)
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Submitted by Anansie (View user info) at 2004-02-26 18:04:15 EST
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/23801
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/23902
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/23978
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/24070
Part 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/24256
Part 6: http://www.ubersite.com/m/24411
Part 7: http://www.ubersite.com/m/24512
Part 8: http://www.ubersite.com/m/24931
Part 9: http://www.ubersite.com/m/25150
Part 10: http://www.ubersite.com/m/25444
Part 11: http://www.ubersite.com/m/26319
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The killer saw things differently. His eyes did not see human beings in the way that normal eyes saw them. He saw the heat emanating from their blood, their bodies. He felt it coming off then in waves. He knew their smells. He could smell the uncertain nervousness in their sweat when thy sensed that someone, something, was watching them. No, not just in their sweat. In their very being. Yes, he could smell it. Their eyes would dart around furtively, struggling to see the unseen. He could smell the uncertainty give way to a low-key fear even as they told themselves not to be silly, not to be paranoid. They would sense his presence as they walked through the unforgiving darkness of the streets, parks, woods, even their own homes. The odor of their fear would grow more pungent as he offered them slight signals of his presence. A small, shadowy movement here, a barely audible sound there. Never anything concrete. Human beings feared most the things that their five senses couldn't quite sense. Give them a taste, and let their imaginations run wild with it. Let the fear build to its highest point, take them to the brink . . . and then of course push them over. Because the smell of their pure, undistilled terror when he finally let them see him . . .
But most delicious was their scent when he finally fell upon them-always a mixture of self-preservation mingled with agony. It was always better when they fought. And when he broke them, when he could see the life heat leaving their bodies and feel it pouring into his own, when he could smell the broken despair as he pushed their struggling bodies and souls closer and closer to death-their screams were like music. Their agonies, his ecstasies. And sometimes, not always, but sometimes, he would taste them. The salty-sweet taste of their terror. Delicious. That was a treat he saved for special occasions. Special prey.
The killer opened his mind to the minds of others. He felt around the landscape of emotions, searching for the vulnerable. The alone. His mind stretched out like fingers, searching, touching on this and that. He was ready to start a new game already. He thought about going out himself, and finding new quarry.
His mind touched upon something he did not expect. He sensed four children in the throes of terror. Of course this should have been expected. He had let it out to hunt. But one of these was special. The one about to die. This could not be allowed to happen. Not yet. But one of the others . . . one of the others would do nicely.
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The beast bore his weight upon the young, driving her into the dirt. She had lost consciousness. The beast was mildly disappointed. It wasn't as amusing when they didn't struggle. No matter. He would kill this one, then run down the others and drag them all back to the clearing for a feast. Perhaps he would spare one and take it back to his master. The beast got off the girl and pawed her over on to her back. No time to think more about it. The others were getting away. He would rip out the girl's throat and be done with her for now.
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"So what happened, after I passed out? Where were you?"
"Well, we were running. Maggie stopped. She screamed your name. Said you fell. Said we had to go back."
"And you actually went back?"
"Well, we argued about it for a minute . . . why didn't you ever ask about this before?"
"Why does it matter? It's not something I wanted to think about. What happened next?"
"Well, obviously we went back. Uh . . . when we got there, the thing was on you."
"What did it look like?"
"Fuck, I don't know. All I could see were shapes. It was dark as shit."
"Well, what the hell was it shaped like?"
"Like a big fucking dog-thing, I guess."
"How big?"
"Real big. Bigger than a man, I'll tell you that. As tall as one, too."
"So what happened?"
"Well, it looked like it was about to bite your throat or something. But then, right as it was leaning in, it stopped. It pulled back, sat up like a dog, and cocked its head. You know, like it was listening to something. Then it did something freaky."
"What?"
"It nodded. Like it was fucking coherent or something. Like it had been listening to something, and nodding, like your doing right now. Then it looked up, and saw us."
Micah and Annie sat at the bar, their pool sticks left forgotten on the table. Micah leaned back in his stool, and covered his hands with his eyes.
"He went for Jason. I don't know why. I was closer. It didn't make any sense."
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The beast paid no attention to the cries of the young male as it dragged him back, alive, to the long deep hole in the ground where he and Master shared their home. It was difficult to restrain himself from killing the child, and devouring him right here. The blood from the child's arm flowed over his tongue, inviting him to taste the flesh. But the beast restrained himself. The master would reward him. The master had promised. The others had been left behind. The beast had been denied the feast he had so badly wanted. He did not understand Master's reasons for leaving them behind. It seemed to the beast that taking such a risk left the both of them open for discovery. But the Master would reward him. He had to.
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Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-02 15:05:06 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Rads_wife (user info) at 2005-06-13 23:08:53 EDT (#)
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-01-03 19:24:21 EST (#)
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Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-06-24 12:49:56 EDT (#)
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Micah leaned back in his stool, and covered his hands with his eyes.
Submitted by GreaterThanBest (user info) at 2004-05-30 23:53:03 EDT (#)
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still i wait
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-05-28 16:55:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Every once in a while, I type "Beast Basement" in the search bar. My hopes are high, my eyes ready to go. Then it happens....Part 12. Still. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-05-26 17:22:55 EDT (#)
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Writer's block. Yep, that's right. The bitter irony.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-05-01 07:00:34 EDT (#)
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CONTINUE!!!
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-04-08 14:12:13 EDT (#)
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That was funny JohnGalt.
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-04-07 23:30:58 EDT (#)
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mm-hmm. Hear ye! Hear ye! The first ever meeting of the Anansie Fan Club is now in session.
Agenda/Minutes
1. Praise Anansie: This story is awesome. And I'm going to be up all night now.
2. Request politely that the story be continued, as I am dying to know what happens next.
3. Nominate and elect an offical club President:
I nominated me, one of my cats has seconded the motion. We put it to a vote. I won 2-1 over my other cat's butt, which apparently needed cleaning.
Submitted by Deisangua (user info) at 2004-04-07 17:57:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You are a kick ass writer. But you knew that.
Now I know it, too.
This should be interesting.
Submitted by BRICKHOUSE (user info) at 2004-03-26 19:43:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I wait for the day
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-03-26 16:55:33 EST (#)
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I am very sorry for anyone who has been reading this and is looking for more. I have been extremely busy and have had almost no free time whatsoever. I will get back to it as soon as I can.
Submitted by lordofthepost (user info) at 2004-03-23 22:55:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I've got to have MORE!!!!
Submitted by GreaterThanBest (user info) at 2004-03-13 01:22:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
is there anymore coming?
Submitted by lordofthepost (user info) at 2004-03-03 03:13:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I made it, and I would have read 100 more chapters to finish if they were there (Let's be thankful there weren't on this night :)
Thanks for a great story! Keep it up!
LOTP
Submitted by ChipSlice <mmvvmm> at 2004-02-28 22:35:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
nice. continue.
Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2004-02-27 04:26:06 EST (#)
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I only just caught up with this, I keep forgetting and getting left behind.
In-fucking-credible
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:34:18 EST (#)
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Hahaha!
Ok, I laughed out loud at that one. Why? It's late, and ass jokes are funny. Did you read the one that I posted Tuesday night? Part 11? Sorry to hitwhore, but you didn't review it and I didn't want you to be lost in the story.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:27:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh, he's hot....
in the ass.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:22:07 EST (#)
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Husband, eh? Is this the infamous Steve? Is he hot?
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:19:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Many wives? I only have three.
Oh.. and a husband.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:18:08 EST (#)
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Kai, it's cool.
I love you Burns. My offer to be that girl you meet at the hotel by the turnpike still stands. Just don't tell your many wives.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:16:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No prob, I'll fix it.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:12:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 Oops my bad.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-02-27 03:08:34 EST (#)
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Kai, you silly thing. I have heard that joke twice already. But it is still kinda funny. Why'd you have to mess up my rating, though? Oh well, I was expecting somebody to eventually. Usually it's Koolmang or Pol Pot.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-02-27 02:50:05 EST (#)
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I have a beast in my pants.
Submitted by moose74 (user info) at 2004-02-26 22:58:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I just got done reading all the parts of this story and I must say this is the best thing ever posted on this site. It's extremely well written, almost like reading a novel. I can't wait for more.
Submitted by henman (user info) at 2004-02-26 21:23:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like--
I think I would have liked to have seen more
of the setting and the lead-up to the talk in the poolhall--
Is it on her trip back after Maggie's death, or sometime before that?
Maybe they have more to talk about?
Submitted by shag_rat (user info) at 2004-02-26 20:24:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I dig it *grins*
ps. more soon!
Submitted by TaK (user info) at 2004-02-26 18:36:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice. I had a little trouble understanding who was talking with the kids,
but it flowed well besides that. What I wanna know is how that damn thing
got to be under her basement.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2004-02-26 18:16:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks Shark. Personally, I can hardly wait to find out what happened with your psycho ex.
Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2004-02-26 18:11:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
That is just some fucking great writing!!!! I can not wait to see how this turns out!!!