UGR - "A Voluntary Kingdom Of Fools" (693 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (antius777) (View user info) at 2006-07-13 20:24:45 EDT
UGR - http://www.ubersite.com/m/90306
Genre - HORROR
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Kincaid didn't even know how it had started, let alone gotten this far. There had been lockdown procedure just in case of something like this. But the system had failed. And here he was now being drug down the hall with Dr. Stringaard and one of the head nurses, Ms. Connley.
They all came to one of the power doors, and Connley slumped when she saw the massive orderly Essex standing there. For a moment, Kincaid entertained thoughts of escape, hopes of seeing his wife and daughter again. Then Stringaard let out a low moan, his eyes fixed wide on the large African-American ex-linebacker turned nurse at Franklin Hills Mental Hospital.
Essex was smiling as he held a severed human head in his hands.
It was all too much for the Norwegian doctor. He broke free of the hands and turned back down the hall, running as fast as his sixty-two year old feet could carry him. Kincaid watched as patients pounced out of various rooms, tearing into the old man. Their laughter and howls were not nearly as loud as his screams. Kincaid looked away as Connley buried her face in his arm.
"Doctor Kincaid," said Essex in way of greetings, the name rolling off his tongue slowly, "I'm sure you remember Jacobson, head of security?"
He lifted the decapitated head up to eye view, giggling like a school girl at his little joke. Kincaid felt his sleeve grow moist with Connley's tears, but he refuse to back down from patients, let alone a former nurse gone mad. He glanced at the head held out in Essex's bloody hands, then made direct eye contact with his former co-worker.
"Why are you doing this Bobby?" asked Kincaid as calmly as his voice would allow.
"So brave!" exclaimed Essex tossing the head behind him through the broken window of the safety room. "Come, let's take a walk!"
Essex lead Kincaid and Connley down the hallway of Franklin Hills, the two being escorted by a handful of patients each. At one point, Galloway started to thrust his groin up against Connley, but Essex backhanded him into submission. Along the way they came across various patients engaged in all sorts of horrific acts of self abandon. The walls were smeared with every form of bodily substance, the damage to the hospital incalculable.
Finally Kincaid could take no more and blurted out, "My god, what has happened here? It's like these poor people have been off their medications for weeks! And you Essex! How can you be a part of this... this..."
"What Doctor? This madness? Is that what you want to call it?" asked Essex, now spinning around in circles as he walked. "No, Aaron Kincaid... it's enlightenment!"
"Brutally murdering others and then defecating on the floor? This is your nirvana?" spat Kincaid.
Without warning, Essex reached over and grasped the smallest of the escorts. Showing little effort, he snapped the patient's neck and dropped the limp body to the tile floor. The remaining escorts cackled in response to this. Connley let out a tiny shriek as Kincaid could only watch a trail of blood trickle out of the deceased's mouth.
"It's about release, about truth and understanding yourself," stated Essex as if speaking to a child. "Once our Lord speaks to you, you'll come to terms with this."
"Lord... what?" asked Kincaid in confusion as he stumbled over the fallen body.
"Did you think this all just happened, just a freak accident? Haven't you wondered why no one has come to 'save the day?' No Doctor, we the Awakened have a King." Essex's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning as he finished. "A glorious and righteous Messiah."
Kincaid was struck silent for the moment, and before he could conjure up any thoughts on the matter, they were whisked through the doors of the rec room. If they had been journeying through hell before, they had indeed reached the Infernal Palace. Bodies lie strewn about, all in myriad states of mutilation. Violence and sex had morphed into a singular thing, the creatures that lurked about the room barely human now, covered in filth and blood.
As Kincaid gagged from the stench, his eyes were drawn to the center of the room. There, upon the top of a folding card table, an alter had been built with a make-shift throne in the middle. Seated in the holy chair was their Lord, the supposed "mastermind" behind this entire horrific and tragic affair.
Kincaid didn't know whether to laugh or weep.
Still fully dressed in his robes, immaculent from feces or blood, it did little to conceal his emaciated form. Slumped in his chair, his thin dark hair hung long in his face, his beard covering the lower portion. He had no name, he had come in a "John Doe" after the police had found him in a storm drain. He was also completely catatonic.
Essex forced Kincaid and Connley to their knees in front of Doe and began to deliver a long speech about the morals and materialisms of the outside world. He raved about the joys of instinct and the freedom of need. The crowd around him grew larger, and Essex was working them into a frenzy, liquids of the body spilling everywhere.
Slowly, Kincaid raised his hand in defiance. Essex blinked at him, then nodded. The room grew suddenly quiet.
"Are you going to kill us or not?" Kincaid growled as Connley wept openly beside him.
"No Doctor," laughed Essex, motioning to two patients to take hold of Kincaid, "we're going to bless you, oh so we are!"
Kincaid didn't bother struggling as they lead him up towards Doe. The situation would be ridiculous if it wasn't so terrifying. The patients leaned Kincaid in, as if he was to kiss the catatonic man, and just as they tilted his head to the side, Kincaid saw Doe's lips began to move.
And he whispered to Doctor Aaron Kincaid. He whispered about truth and understanding, and revealed secrets about the universe. He whispered the hidden names of God and told him the fate of humankind. He whispered to Kincaid his most forgotten memories and desires.
The patients released Kincaid, who stood there swaying for a moment. Essex reached out to steady him and the Doctor grasped the former orderly's hand. They looked at each other, then embraced as brother, Kincaid sobbing. After a few minutes, he composed himself and sat down on his haunches in front of a stricken and wide-eyed Connley.
"I'm so happy I understand my purpose now," he said gently, taking Connley's face into his hands.
And with that statement, he bit off the end of her nose.
Screaming and spraying blood, she fell back, but Kincaid was upon her. His teeth ripped into her cheek and pulled away a meaty hunk. He was only halfway done chewing it when he went in for her lips, delicate flesh that tore away in slivers. Connley began choking on her own blood, her flailing limbs held down by others of the converted as Kincaid fed.
Essex watched it all from a few paces away, nodding in satisfaction. Yes, he and Kincaid would bring more to hear the message of their Lord. No one would come to stop this crusade of hope and wonder, their Master had saw to that already. Already, those on the outside had forgotten that Franklin Hills Mental Hospital was there.
It was indeed a war, thought Essex. A war between the enlightened, those who had discovered the message, against the others, they, a voluntary kingdom of fools.
User Reviews
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-07-21 19:15:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ohh trendy
Submitted by Moose_in_Heat (user info) at 2006-07-16 06:03:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
At first I thought there was going to be some wierd Cuckoo's Nest parallel but as I kept reading I was pleasantly suprised. Well done. I would love to see this theme expanded into either a longer story or a series. Completely dark and demented. Loved it.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2006-07-15 11:32:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shit.
I like the pics you leave me on myspace. Don't stop.
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-07-14 16:39:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I agree with stagger exactly.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-07-14 16:29:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
And this is why I am glad I went out last round.
-Dave
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-07-14 04:28:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Actually, I do have a commment. Could've been longer, and didn't really need to have the line "A voluntary kingdom of fools" at the end, I think everyone gets it.
+2 regardless.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-07-14 04:26:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by The_Cyst_Master (user info) at 2006-07-13 23:14:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So many words.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2006-07-13 21:32:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by dr_weazel (user info) at 2006-07-13 21:02:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy fucking shit... that's some fucked up shit right there!
But "fucked up" in the good way.
+2
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-07-13 20:41:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Winner. Hands down.