Hereditary Murder - Part 11 (438 hits)
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Submitted by Da MagnificAnt Dyldo <lordofduct.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-01-22 01:55:09 EST
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/79905
Part 2 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/79987
Part 3 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80099
Part 4 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80174
Part 5 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80346
Part 6 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/80414
Part 7 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/81171
Part 8 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/81231
Part 9 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/81285
Part 10 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/82038
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Trees marched by the yellow school bus casting shadows over Danny's face. The murky grey sunset New England is infamous for splashed burning pinks and oranges into his eyes that made him wince. Danny was entranced by the river's waves that seemed to stand still as the bus traveled in stride along side them. A storm of children were audible through out the bus, but Danny slowly tuned them out in place of a day dream. The gloomy forest passing by enveloped his mind in browns, greens and reds.
A mans voice could be heard screaming. Was it in anger or was it in terror? Danny could not tell. He stood in a living room he had never been in before and questioned the idea of investigating the scream. In preparation for his decision he took a look around the place to see where he was. It was a one story home with light pink walls. The living room had no television, but instead a very large mirror with a couch in front of it. The mirror reflected a different room; similar to this room, but different colored walls that he couldn't understand. It was as if the color was nothing ever seen before, a color that was not visual, but instead impacting... heartwarming. Danny could not see himself in the reflection. Danny decided to investigate the scream and found it difficult to walk. It felt like he'd take a step but his legs hadn't moved. He looked down as he watched in ankles buckle every time he attempted a step and slowly his leg would follow in turn, four steps would be taken before his legs completed one.
Danny entered a hallway and passed by another mirror on the wall. He again could not see his face in it, but instead saw the door across from the mirror cracked open. Inside he could see a boy lying on the ground in his boxers; his arms crossed under his head and smiling. He was motionless though and stared into the mirror at Danny. A trickle spilt down Danny's spine; he knew the boy was cold and frozen. He turned toward the doorway and found no door, but instead a window that looked out on a highway. Cars and trucks sped by silently and memories of his father sank in his stomach.
He continued down the hall toward the screaming. His hands shook as he could hear the cries and pain from behind a door at the end of the hall. He slowly approached it and put his head against the door to listen. He heard one final scream and then silence. Danny thrusted open the door and was found himself looking down the very hall he just came from. At the end of the hall he could see the mirror reflecting the heartwarming walls. This time he was reflected in it and he could see his clothes smeared in blood, behind him he could make out a room and the back of a lazy boy. Danny turned around slowly.
There sat a blue lazy boy and someone was sitting in it. Was it the screaming man? The man's arm was hanging over the side of the armrest with a phone in his palm. Screaming was audible from the phone from where Danny was standing. He ran towards the phone and yanked it out of the hand of the man and put it to his ear. The screaming stopped and was replaced by a clank as the other end was dropped on the floor. The phone slipped from his hands as Danny gasped and took three steps back and began to breathe heavy. A bit of bile rose in his throat and he spat it up on the floor and then lurched over and he began to vomit for sometime.
Danny finally caught his breathe and looked back up to confirm his find. There in front of him sat the faceless body of his elder brother.
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"Final stop!" the bus driver yelled through the bus. No one was on it except Danny and the driver got angry as he had to now get up and go wake the young boy.
Danny stepped off the bus into the cold night air. The activity bus always took hours to get home from school; Mr. Sparks said it is extra punishment for habitual referrals at school. Danny should be happy enough knowing that the other students aren't allowed to take the activity bus home for detentions. Mr. Sparks made a special case rule for Danny due to his family life.
From ground level Danny could hear his mother and brother fighting. He couldn't hear exactly what was being said, so he bolted through the door and up the stairs to eavesdrop. Once on the third floor he could hear his brother yelling at his mother.
"I told you ma... I had to do it."
"Violence begets violence Richard."
"Obviously ma, why else you think I did it?"
"What if they come after your brothers though?"
"Listen; that is why we did it ma. I fucking got them out of this town so Chris and Danny can be safe. I'm heading off to Florida and no more problems should come of you guys."
"But Richard, you know that state is bad for you and how is that going to help us?"
"I don't want to make more enemies for Danny and Chris. So whatever it takes..." Richard shut his mouth as Danny came through the door.
"Sweetheart. How are you?" Danny's mother came around the dining room table. Danny could see the fear and sorrow in her mannerisms. His mother would never be this polite after a fight and seconds after he returned from a long term detention. Danny grumbled and passed by his family and went to his room. "What's wrong?"
"Bad day." Danny muttered. He went to his room and lay on his bed. "Where's Chris!?" he yelled out the door.
"He's out at the park on the swings with Sean." Danny's mother yelled back. Danny grumbled into his pillow and thought about his brother sitting in that chair faceless. Why didn't he say hello when Danny came through the door? And why is he moving to Florida now? Hate surged through his body because he wanted Florida more then his brother did. "Sweetheart, why are you upset? Are you looking for Chris?"
"Shut up."
"Don't talk to me like that. Your brother has been talking to me like that all day; I don't need this lip from you."
"Maybe I should try it out ma; it seems it got him to be allowed to move to Florida."
"No Danny, it's his choice and arrogance that gets him to move to Florida."
"Well then it's my choice as well."
"No it's not. Richard is old enough to make his choices despite my opinion or not. You are not."
"Leave me alone." Danny flicked off his mother. Before he knew it his finger was in her hands and bending the wrong direction.
"You respect me." She turned and walked away. Danny could hear as she cried in the room next to his.
User Reviews
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2006-01-23 12:44:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i like how this is sort of returning to the original theme with the nightmares and stuff. the last one seemed to be just kind of floating out there- this fits better.
Submitted by GuinnessSince1759 (user info) at 2006-01-22 23:39:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
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Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-01-22 14:25:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2006-01-22 03:09:30 (#)
Ranking: 0
Are you calling me an alter?
I've been on here for over a year and have multiple submissions... not that anyone likes my submissions, but still I am not an alter.
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Most of this series has +2s, just not too many reviews. Kinda like mine.
I thought it was good....
Submitted by ScottPeterson (user info) at 2006-01-22 04:34:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Ignore them, and allow their ignorant statements to stand out, alone, for everyone to see
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2006-01-22 03:09:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Are you calling me an alter?
I've been on here for over a year and have multiple submissions... not that anyone likes my submissions, but still I am not an alter.
Submitted by Fungah (user info) at 2006-01-22 02:56:18 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Tigerlilly, I fucking hate you. Soon to come: Why tigerlilly is an ugly whining piece of effluent horse shit. In photoshop form.