Necrosiac 7 (1076 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snark.at.corporatedirtbag.com (View user info) at 2004-08-13 11:27:30 EDT
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NECROSIAC 7
Charlie Foster never got tired of watching his face melt.
He'd watched it melt in the mirror at least a thousand times but the novelty never wore off. Next to the adulation of the audience it was the thing he looked forward to the most after a performance.
He could have easily made the face vanish if he wanted to, but he preferred to watch it slide slowly off. It was his own special torture for the face he had come to despise. He'd made it a ritual years ago to lock the door to his dressing room and watch as his features began to droop like soft dough. He sat in gleeful rapture as eyebrows became liquid and drained into eyes that sagged in great bags of skin to dangle over the hole where his nose and mouth had been, until it all fell off in one big fleshy mess.
He liked the face that was left behind when it was all said and done. His real face was something he didn't get to wear that often. Sure it was far from the handsome mask that he wore for the rest of the world, but he thought it was attractive in its own way. In the right light he looked like Sean Connery, except with jowls.
Unfortunately the public at large didn't feel the same way. He'd decided early in his career that even with his unmatchable talent he wouldn't cut it with the audience (especially the ladies) if he didn't give them what they wanted. The mob wanted mystery and beauty. They wanted something better than themselves. His illusions had to give them everything they could never have by a factor of a thousand, and his appearance was part of the package. So he created the face never realizing it would become a prison of sorts.
Charlie didn't have much of an imagination so he modeled the face to look like a cross between Pierce Brosnan and Mel Gibson, with a touch of David Copperfield for effect. With Murphy his agent as a judge he had spent days perfecting the look until they were sure they had a visage that would make women wet and men hard. After much debate they had decided to follow Murphy's suggestion to add a small scar to the chin to give the face a more human appeal. Too perfect and it would repel rather than provoke. He never put much thought into the body. He was typically dressed in a tuxedo or flowing robes during his performances anyways. As long as he gave it the appearance of being somewhere in between skinny and muscular the audience didn't care. His height varied from show to show but typically stayed around the 6 foot mark.
These days he often found himself second guessing his decision. He wondered if his talent as an Illusionist would have been enough to keep the crowd coming back for more. With a grunt he got up from his chair and examined his squat 5'5" inch frame. He ran his hands over the coarse hairs of his flabby chest, then down around the extended and equally hairy belly which hung over his boxers. The touch lent a kind of reality to a body that hardly felt like it belonged to him anymore. He wondered if anyone looking at him standing here like that would be able to guess he was the most powerful Illusionist in the world.
Dr. Diablo... fucking ridiculous.
He hated the name almost as much as his face. Murphy had come up with it one night while they shared a bottle of gin. Charlie had protested but had been defeated by his notorious lack of imagination when he had no reply to "You got a better one, we'll use that instead"
Charlie forced himself back to reality with a quick shake of his head and put on the black silk robe he had draped over the back of his chair.
"Don't worry about it." He said to the room "It's just showbiz"
With his talent he could pretty much do and have anything that his gluttonous appetite desired. He knew he shouldn't complain. He was filthy rich, and on occasion had sex with Actresses and Supermodels alike. He told himself daily that loneliness was a small price to pay for the life he was living.
And then there were the benefits of his power. If he wanted to, he could make an audience think they were flying Dragons over the Arabian Desert while he went around and put his hand on the breast of every well endowed woman in attendance. He could play with a woman's nipples and all she'd feel was the warm desert air flowing through her hair.
He knew...He'd done it that night.
A firm knock sounded from his dressing room door, and he reflexively wove the fabric of his alter ego into place. He turned towards the door with the words "Who is it" perched on the end of his tongue but stopped when it opened of its own accord.
"Could've swore I locked that..."
The couple that walked into the room looked to Charlie like something out of the mind of Edgar Allen, and for a split second he wondered if he was a victim of his own illusion. They were both dressed in formal black attire. The woman (girl?) wore a long Victorian gown that covered her short waiflike body from floor to neck. The dress, although remarkably plain except for the lace surrounding wrists and long thin neck, seemed to give her an air of regality. Luxurious red hair sat in a simple bun atop a high forehead and a pair of the coldest green eyes he'd ever seen. He thought he could detect a hint of cruelty there. The skin of her face was flawless but strangely pale and thick bright red lipstick on her thin straight lips served to accentuate her alabaster complexion. Her small round nose was the only feature that gave her a semblance of warmth. It seemed out of place, like the nose of a child stuck on the face of a woman.
Charlie decided that eyes like that must belong to a woman, but he couldn't guess her age. He thought it must be somewhere between mid twenties and early thirties. She entered the room in what he could only describe as a glide, the entrance made all the more surreal by the way she kept her head crooked to one side.
The man behind her was considerably taller and bore a striking family resemblance with the exception of wavy black hair that fell to his shoulders. His face bore the same complexion and piercing eyes but his jaw was square and his nose strong. He entered the room with the stiff-backed gait of an English Aristocrat, chin held high. His old fashioned double breasted suit seemed out of place without a top hat and a cane.
Charlie didn't know whether to piss in his boxers or laugh.
The two of them turned towards Charlie in a ghostly unison and smiled. He thought their faces might crack from the effort. Something deep inside told him to run, but the strangeness of the situation held him in place.
The gentleman's voice was soothing when he spoke, like the voice of a hypnotist.
"Mr. Foster, I am Adrian. Sister would like a word with you if you please"
There was a slight accent there that Charlie couldn't quite place, Romanian perhaps. He supposed he should ask how they knew his real name but the point seemed suddenly trivial in their eerie presence.
The waif before him bent in a curtsy. Her voice was high and clear and carried with it a kind of innocent lilt, but Charlie had been in show business long enough to tell from her eyes that there was no innocence there.
"Mr. Foster, I am Lillith. Brother and I have traveled a great distance and would be honored if you would speak with us."
Charlie's discomfort was magnified by the strangeness of their speech. He felt like he was being addressed by ghosts from the past rather than living breathing human beings, but the sincerity which she had accentuated the word "honored" tweaked his natural hedonism.
"I could spare a minute I guess..."
The strange smile on Lillith's face changed to a more fitting somber pout. "Brother and I apologize for not dressing more festively for the occasion Mr. Foster. Father was recently taken from us and I fear we are still in mourning."
Charlie wondered if by recent they meant 200 years.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it wasn't too traumatic..." Charlie realized he was so caught up in the situation that he was starting to talk like them. He made a mental effort to keep touch with reality.
Lillith bent her head to the floor. Adrian placed a hand on her shoulder and looked sorrowfully at Charlie. "I'm afraid his passing was violent Mr. Foster. Sister is still rather upset"
"I see" Charlie decided the weirdness limit for the evening had been reached. "Perhaps you could tell me why you're here, I usually don't accept visitors, and quite frankly I don't know how you got past security" He'd done his best to sound forceful but he knew it hadn't come out that way.
Lillith looked up from the floor and met Charlie's gaze full on. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at him again. Charlie had never felt so threatened by a smile in his entire life.
Her voice dripped with sickly sweet poison "We have come to accept you into our family Mr. Foster"
"JesusFuckingChrist." The words shot out of Charlie's mouth like death row inmates on the run. The realization that he was in terrible danger jarred him into motion and he turned to flee through the back door to the wardrobe room. He twisted, took a step and found himself face to face with Adrian.
"What the fu..."
Maniacal joy shone in Adrian's eyes, and the sides of his mouth pulled back into a snarl. Charlie tried to shield himself in illusion but in the shock of the moment couldn't pull an image to mind. Defensive reflex took over and Charlie lashed out as hard as he could with his leg, kicking Adrian hard in the groin. Adrian took the blow with a grunt and Charlie screamed in pain as something in Adrian's crotch tore into the side of his calf. He tried to sidestep around Adrian to the safety of the next room but the lacerated muscle in his leg gave way and sent him tumbling to the floor.
Above him Adrian began to chant. It was nothing like Charlie had ever heard. The sound of Adrian's voice seemed to drive to the center of his brain and up the middle of his spine, like the sound of a fork on a chalkboard times infinity.
Necromancers.
The word screamed in Charlie's head like a howl of doom but he somehow managed to fight the panic inside himself with a strength he didn't know he had. He rolled onto his back and out of the corner of his eye saw Lillith coming for him, the same maniacal grin on her face as her brother. Charlie turned his head towards her and she burst into flame. Lillith stopped dead in her tracks then shrieked in pain and fell to the floor legs and arms flailing. Adrian glanced at his sister then returned his gaze to Charlie the volume of his voice rising. Charlie could feel the ice cold grip on his spine spreading quickly to the rest of his body. He turned his head to Adrian and willed him to burst into flames as well.
Adrian's body erupted in hellfire, but somehow he managed to keep up the chanting, and knelt down stretching his hand out to place it on Charlie's chest.
Charlie raised his arm to protect himself from the Necromancers touch but Adrian's spell or fear had robbed him of his strength and the gesture was futile. Liquid warmth spread out from his crotch as his bladder released.
Adrian's hand made contact with Charlie's chest and all at once it was over. The illusion of fire dropped from brother and sister alike. Charlie could feel that the illusion of his appearance had gone as well.
"Please... don't"
A slight grin crossed Adrian's face as he sensed the terminal hold of his spell on his victim. He removed his hand from Charlie's chest and stood up. The volume of his chanting dropped to a murmur.
Across the room Lillith let out a long sigh and got to her feet. She took a moment to smooth the pleats in her dress, then crossed the room and knelt beside Charlie. Her eyes and face seemed strangely soft, almost caring.
"That was beautiful Charlie. Thank you"
"Please..." The words came out in long sobs as Charlie began to cry in despair. "I don't want to die"
Lillith crooked her head to the other side with an audible crack then bent down and kissed him, her tongue slid gently between his numb lips, filling his mouth with the taste of rotting flesh. She sighed again and pulled away "Hush darling, brother and I will finish with you, and then we'll take you home. I promise you will be my favorite pet"
There was something in the kiss beyond the taste and Charlie felt it untie the bonds that fastened him to life. Helplessly he felt the world slide away, his body twitched once, then twice as the flame of his life sputtered and went out.
Adrian bent down and placed a hand over Charlie's forehead, closed his eyes for a second in concentration then looked at his sister and gave a slight nod.
They looked at each other proudly for a moment. "Shall we feast or play?"
Lillith looked at the vacant eyes of the corpse on the floor and inhaled deeply of the smell of blood and urine.
"I promised him we would play brother."
Adrian nodded "Can you feel it?"
Lillith closed her eyes and concentrated. Yes she could, the spark of his magic was already growing inside her. "Yes"
"So do I" he said with a grin. "His magic was strong"
Adrian nodded to the corpse on the floor "He'll be up soon. I have bound him to your will"
Lillith stood close to Adrian and looked deeply into his eyes. Her voice was husky "Thank you". She reached down and tentatively placed a hand between his legs "Do you want to hurt me with this tonight?"
"I would like that very much"
Lillith closed her eyes and leaned into her brother's cold embrace, peacefully deep in the afterglow of violence. She wished father could have been there to see them carry on the work.
Father would have been proud.
User Reviews
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-07 10:06:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There were a couple of things that irked me, but nothing that wouldn't disappear in proofreading. You're good.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-12 11:49:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
very good. though i wondered how you could watch your own eyes melt.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-04 21:03:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-05-02 13:35:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
pwesome.
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:39:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-03-24 10:30:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-24 10:17:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Brilliant, of course.
Gotta get some sleep, but will review the rest tomorrow.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-15 16:00:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by GeorgeBaker (user info) at 2004-09-02 05:49:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-08-30 16:20:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2004-08-16 11:50:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-08-16 05:41:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I just read them all at once... When I finished the last one, I felt this dim sort of surprise at seeing 'Reviews' and realising that it was an Uber post. That was brilliant, and utterly absorbing. Well done.
Submitted by Philst82 (user info) at 2004-08-16 04:24:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very disturbing couple.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-13 13:04:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Errr I mean, I don't know if they come across as creepy or cheesy.
(don't got much book lernin)
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-13 13:02:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks :)
I don't think Lillith and Adrian come across as creepy or cheesy. I spent alot of time last night thinking about it. But then I had a beer and thought, whatever, it was fun writing them.
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-08-13 13:02:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Perverse...twisted...perfect! Good God you amaze me!
Submitted by indepth25 (user info) at 2004-08-13 12:13:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy fucking shit.... I'm left completely amazed, this one is extremely dark and descriptive. This is just amazing work man keep it up.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-08-13 11:50:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I started at the beginning and read them through this morning.
I need to go decompress and return to real life now.
Amazing, again.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-08-13 11:34:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn, you're good.