The Disciples - Part I (1050 hits)
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Submitted by ghola (View user info) at 2006-04-15 19:11:06 EDT
Kaity's long brown hair is pulled into a high pony tail that sways down the length of her back and dangles inches above the splattering mud she is playing in. She hooks a hand through the mud and digs down deep, only to watch water fill each hole she creates, collapsing the sides around her hand. She pulls a short chubby arm from the muck and wipes it on the hem of her gingham skirt.
The day is clear and bright, without a hint of wind to cool the back of her neck and rush around her scalp. She doesn't notice when they approach from behind. She doesn't turn when one of them coughs into his oversized paw. Kaity shrieks when he rests his hand on her shoulder, which is still peeling from last week's sunburn.
She turns to stare at three rather ominous looking fellows. Each of them is approaching seven feet of height and has equally broad shoulders from which muscular hairy arms swing outward. The one standing closest to her crooks an elbow around her neck and pulls Kaity to her feet.
"Wha-wha-what?" she asks, stuttering and trembling.
He laughs. They all laugh. It's a sort of rumbling roaring noise that is pitched so low that anyone further away wouldn't be able to hear it. Saliva drips from his mouth and Kaity flinches when she feels it hit the crown of her skull.
"Bend her over," the man, the monster of a man, standing behind her says to his accomplices.
"No," she begins to scream. "No!" Her pleas are cut short when she feels hot iron pierce her flesh and slide roughly up the length of her back next to her spine. The white hot pain courses through her body and she can not utter a sound. Her lips part, her eyes glaze over and she prays for it to end.
"There," he says, wiping his hands and pulling Kaity to an upright position. He sounds as though this is nothing, no more important than Sunday tea at her grandmother's house.
He pulls her by the shoulder so that she turns around to face him, almost crumbling to the ground. There are tears in her eyes that do not fall down her cheeks or trail down her face like they ought to. She simply stares at him, waiting for anything.
He explains, "The wire we've run through you, binds you to us, but only if you accept it. If you choose to deny it, it'll rip you apart. It'll shatter your spine and tear through your flesh. So, it's really up to you. Be ripped apart or become our disciple."
She can hardly feel any pain in her back now. The wiring is a perfect fit, specifically engineered for her eight year old body. The blood has already clotted and ceased to drip down her legs.
"So?" he asks her again.
"What does it mean? Become your disciple?" Kaity asks him.
"Does it really matter?" he says, craning down over her so that she can barely see the sun.
"Guess not," she answers.
The men smile, their thick leathery faces contorting into uncomfortable tight lipped grins. Kaity wonders if the exertion of those smiles will rip the flesh from their skulls. She hopes so.
They nod at her. "We need another then," he explains. "Another disciple. And quick."
She nods and points at the house next door. "Terri, my best friend, lives there. She's home alone now, because her parents went to a car auction."
"Wanna watch?' they ask her.
"Sure."
The legion of disciples has grown from one to a hundred. Children, from the ages of six to eight, stand around the abandoned church. No one plays. No one whispers. They wait quietly for instruction and stand perfectly still.
The three gentlemen, who've grown wings, vast dark colored wings, stand in the pulpit and stare out at the children. "You're all here for a reason," one of the three men whom the children have begun to call "God" says. "You're all bonded to us, spiritually and physically. None of you was taken kicking and screaming. None of you protested declaring your allegiance. You've all chosen of your own free will."
The children bob their heads and nod in agreement. It's all true.
God continues, "There's just one last physical commitment I need for each of you to make. Kaity!" he calls her name out and points at her.
She sits huddled next to Terri, their hands clasped as they breathe in short shallow breathes. Terri lets Kaity's hand go and she makes her way up to the pulpit. The children all stare at her as she walks up the aisle. Her steady plodding steps echo throughout the church.
"Yes," she says, staring up at him, eyes wide and shoulders slumped.
"Give me your hand," he says, motioning towards her right hand, a dainty childlike hand with a toy ring she'd gotten out of the bubble gum machine wrapped around her pointer finger.
Kaity lifts her hand up to him, bent at the wrist, submissive as demanded.
In a clean sweep, without any sort of warning, he slices through the bone and flesh and cuts her pointer finger, ring and all, off of her hand. It falls to the floor and he stoops to pick it up.
Kaity's face turns white and she falls to her knees. Her hand spurts blood for just a second, before the wound seals itself off and only pulses lightly with the pumping of her blood.
Their God holds the finger up so every child can see it. Glistening wet blood splatters from it and onto the carpet beneath them. "This, THIS, is what I ask of you," he bellows. "I ask that you never point your own finger, but instead you point mine. Every point will be a fist." He raises a curled fist into the air and bellows. It's a sharp deep noise that sinks into the children. They feel the vibration from it, the need from it, and the desperation in it. "Who'll be next?"
The other two winged men begin to drag a young man named Trey up to the pulpit. He screams and protests as no other child has. His cries are high-pitched and incessant. They slap him across the face, but his shrieks do not cease. His body twists violently as he attempts to get away from them.
"Hold him still!" God orders them. He grabs Trey's meager little hand, without requesting that Trey offer it up himself and slices the entire hand off at the wrist. "This," he yells in an uncontrolled rage, "Is what happens if you do not offer yourself willingly. Trey deserves to be ripped apart, but he'll stand, without his right hand as a testament to his cowardice for you all to see. More," he calls as Trey writhes and cries on the floor beneath him. "More."
Jake, one of the younger boys, edges out the back door and drops to his knees immediately on the grass. His body convulses as he vomits up everything he's eaten in the last 24 hours. After his stomach is empty, he stands up and runs. He runs as fast as he can will his legs to move, without looking back, pausing or thinking of where he'll go. He just runs.
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-17 21:00:54 EDT (#)
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No fear, Matty. I know where we stand.
HAR HAR that kid got PWND by that dog.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-04-17 17:35:24 EDT (#)
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I'm lost for some reason.
Just know I likes you, Miss Lishy. Everything on this here interweb site is smoke and mirrors and midgets on tricycles.
I once saw a boy kick a collie dog in the face. Cause it was looking at his watermelon slice. You know what that dog did? He sat down in front of that kid. Didn't run. Didn't scream. I think he may have smiled a bit even. That boy reared back and swung his foot at that long snouty face that those collie dogs have. That dog just swallowed up that little bastards foot. Yanked back hard like and the little son of a bitch fell, dropping his watermelon in the process.
That collie dog scoo[ed up that watermelon and ran like hell.
I laughed my ass off.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-17 17:26:41 EDT (#)
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And scourge- I gave you directions to sootheville today.
Did you get lost along the way?
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-17 17:26:37 EDT (#)
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will do, ma'am
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-17 17:23:49 EDT (#)
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Hey wifey- send me flatty info too. In case I can do it.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-04-17 17:15:39 EDT (#)
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I'm ready to cry.
The sun's shining and sometimes you just need to go stand under it and close your eyes and tilt that head back, exposing the vulnerable, creased pale soft throat. Soak that shit up and let it melt all the nonsense that you pumped into yourself previously melt out. 'Cause if you don't it piles up and you lash out and you turn ugly. People hate you but all you need is a little sun. Why don't the sun shine for me?
I cross my heart and hope to die
Fly away little mockingbird
Don't mock me no more
I've got a big weight on my chest
And you're making it worse
ra
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-17 16:54:26 EDT (#)
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That made me smile SO BIG, scourge.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-17 16:50:48 EDT (#)
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scourge is my hero, in a mighty mouse, underdog sort of way.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-04-17 16:43:13 EDT (#)
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I like ghola, I like pie, I like flat thingees, I like beer, I like Sphagnum, I like Lishy, I like my dog, I like the new dog I'm going to get, I like peanut butter sandwiches, I like my cameras, I like my new bathtub, I like a big rag rug, I like fireplaces, I like summer days, I like riding bikes, I liked smoking cigarettes altogether too much and then I quit, I like skipping rocks across the lake, I like camping, I like this post, I like myself, I like naked ladies, I like music, I like the snooze button, I like my son, I like my wife, I like my mom, I like my garden, I like my unnecessary lawn tractor, I like my old beat ass truck, I like my old beat ass motorcycle, I like when it rains but the sun is still shining, I like mashed potatoes, I like Callebaut chocolate the best for cooking, I like riding in boats, I like all my books, I like all my CDs, I like all my vinyl, I like Ubersite, I like taking naps on the couch, I like the sound of baseball, I like a good joke, I like the cats that live in my house, I like some other stuff that I'll think of later...
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-17 16:22:34 EDT (#)
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will send emails out about flat people thingees today or tomorrow.
pie soon.
thanks for reading sir.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-04-17 15:46:04 EDT (#)
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God I'm late on this but bring on the pie!
What are you doing with the flat people thingy?
this was bizarre, love you long time.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-17 13:07:55 EDT (#)
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i'll do the best i can.
expect pie post tomorrow or wendnesday, time permitting.
i heart you guys real bad.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-04-17 13:07:33 EDT (#)
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I spent my weekend in a murderously angry mood. Pie post will soothe me. I only hope it involved
whipped cream.
Oh yeah, what Lishy said too...
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-17 13:04:05 EDT (#)
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Aw, it's OK wifey. We sent pie because we love, not because we expected a post. Whatever you have is more than we expected. But I got all excited over it now and I need something to make me happy.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-17 13:01:39 EDT (#)
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pie post to come, i swear.
though, i do have to apologize, half of my film didn't get developed, because we didn't use the flash.
some of the best pictures will be missing.
:(
Submitted by Coleslaw_Murphy (user info) at 2006-04-17 12:52:52 EDT (#)
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Very interesting, so far.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-17 12:52:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-04-17 12:46:29 (#)
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I second the motion for pie.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-04-17 12:46:29 EDT (#)
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I second the motion for pie.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-17 11:33:06 EDT (#)
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Pie.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-04-16 11:38:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-16 11:28:08 (#)
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Sounds about right..but it's also a Lemonheads song, Bub.
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Lemonhead? Sounds like a blowjob gone sour. . .
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-16 11:28:08 EDT (#)
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Sounds about right..but it's also a Lemonheads song, Bub.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-04-16 11:19:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-16 11:05:13 (#)
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-04-16 01:42:00 (#)
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did i 3ver tell you i love you licious.
oh so much.
oh so-so much.
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You can never tell me that enough, indie. And I love youse guys from the bottom of my big gay heart.
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Gay Heart? Wasn't that a Mel Gibson flick?
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-16 11:05:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-04-16 01:42:00 (#)
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did i 3ver tell you i love you licious.
oh so much.
oh so-so much.
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You can never tell me that enough, indie. And I love youse guys from the bottom of my big gay heart.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-04-16 04:01:35 EDT (#)
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Ok, I liked this, but it seemed to end a little too abruptly for a first part.
I will definately come back and read more, but I guess I would have liked a little more from this installment.
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Regarding the flat person thingy, I will play if I am around, but looks like I am gonna be offline for a while and the library computers won't allow me to access uber.
Will be checking mails, so keep me in the loop that way.
dave.groves.at.gmail.com
-Dave
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-04-16 01:42:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-15 19:25:31 (#)
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Freak.
Cutting off the hand of the alter that feeds you?
Meh, the little shit probably deserved it.
More, please.
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did i 3ver tell you i love you licious.
oh so much.
oh so-so much.
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ghola: yeah yeah anticipation, etc.
Submitted by gravitas (user info) at 2006-04-16 00:01:42 EDT (#)
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can't wait to read more
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-15 23:20:47 EDT (#)
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Oh, and I really was curious about this... http://www.ubersite.com/m/86632#1933609
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-15 23:18:16 EDT (#)
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I was unable to read this without humming 'Big Jesus Trash Can' to myself.
Well in.
Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2006-04-15 21:18:27 EDT (#)
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and you refer to me as an "interesting human being"
you seem a bit psycho yourself.
but that's good.
real good.
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2006-04-15 20:31:46 EDT (#)
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"Wha-wha-what?"
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In my mind a little girl just morphed into Sheila Broflovski.
Submitted by MrsCleanButtFucks (user info) at 2006-04-15 20:20:38 EDT (#)
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DUDE THE SAME THING HAPPENED TO ME HERE http://www.ubersite.com/m/86695
Submitted by ooQueso (user info) at 2006-04-15 19:49:24 EDT (#)
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Well written, though you have a sick and twisted mind.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-04-15 19:33:34 EDT (#)
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Keep it coming.
(Vaguely related nugget of humour from an old friend: 'If God wanted us to go metric he would have given Jesus 10 disciples')
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-15 19:33:02 EDT (#)
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Tis well harsh
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-04-15 19:25:31 EDT (#)
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Freak.
Cutting off the hand of the alter that feeds you?
Meh, the little shit probably deserved it.
More, please.