Okay, usually, I'll post some poems or short stories on my blogs, but right now I feel the need to personally thank MediaTakeout.com for supplying the story that is causing me to write this post.
Apparently, sodomy isn't just reserved for jalihouse inmates anymore. When you have four teenage boys raping another teenage boy in the school's gym shower, then you know there is someone who has more than enough issues in their lives.
And you know what? Fuck the fact that there were people around that heard this boy's shrieks of terror and didn't lift a finger to help him. No, this has been going on for at least two months now, and those people in the classrooms are just now catching wind of this demented act.
With all that being said, it is my sincerest hope that these boys keep a good, strong grip on that soap.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Skeleton Walks Among Us
Prologue
A girl woke up in a cold, haunted graveyard. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got there. Her vision, blurry from awakening from unconsciousness, began to clear as she started to realize that she wasn’t in her room, but a place where skeletons walk freely and ghosts twirl and dance. After the girl became familiar with her surroundings, she looked down and saw that she was bound to a tombstone. While she was struggling to free herself, she tried to scream for help, but a bandanna was tied across her mouth. Now the girl was panicking, and as the bugs started to crawl and irritate her flesh, she felt that it was pointless to stay alive.
Then out of nowhere, three hooded figures appeared. Two of them carried lit torches while one carried gasoline. The girl thought, Oh, my God, they’re going to burn me alive! How can they? What have I ever done to them? She continued to struggle, even after one of the shorter figures punched her roughly on the arm and whispered hoarsely, "Struggle again and we’ll make your death even more painful."
The tallest figure approached the girl and removed her gag, none too gently. She whispered, "I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but please—" Slap! Her words were cut off after the person backhanded her. Her face still stinging, the girl listened in shock as the tallest person spoke to the night sky about how "Memphis has suffered too long under the tyranny of demon spawn like this girl here. As we prepare to send her back to Hell, let this serve as a warning to those who dare to defy us."
I recognize that voice, the girl thought as the other two people finished pouring gasoline on her. After lighting the torches with a cigarette lighter they found, the three figures crowded around the girl, who cried and sobbed at the same time, "Please let me go! Please don’t burn me! I promise I won’t tell a soul about what I’ve done, whatever I’ve done!"
"You’re damn right you won’t tell anyone." The tallest one’s voice sliced through the girl as the three people removed their hoods.
Noella Price, a tall, slender girl with chocolate-brown skin, large brown eyes and long wavy hair, hissed in the girl’s ear, "Because you will be silenced permanently."
"And your death will serve as a reminder—" Curvy, redheaded Cari Wilson murmured, her blue eyes narrowed malevolently.
"—to those who dare to defy us." Shayna Ross, an olive-skinned girl with short black hair and heavy-lidded eyes, finished as the three dropped their torches in unison.
As the girl’s shrieks of pain mingled with the roars of the flame, her last thought was that she was dying—all because she had an open-minded personality these three stuck-up, rich, popular Barbie-doll clones didn’t appreciate. But she regretted nothing as she slipped into an unreachable darkness.
Every high school has a "demon spawn." At Presley Day Preparatory School, her name was Karyssa Devine.
6 Months Later
As Noella walked up the front stairs of Presley Day Prep School, she felt an uneasy chill creep across the back of her neck. She’d been feeling this coldness for the last six months, but she hadn’t told anyone, not even Cari and Shayna, her two closest friends. I’m sure it’s nothing, she reassured herself as she adjusted her silver belt and saw the two walking up to her with frightened expressions on their faces.
"What’s wrong, you guys?" Noella asked when they didn’t say anything.
"You remember that mixed girl we burned in the cemetery six months ago?" Shayna’s normally calm, confident voice trembled slightly as she pulled out her cell phone. What Noella saw flashing across the screen momentarily floored her.
"Violets are black, roses are white. I know that you killed me, and you’ll pay tonight."
Noella recovered from her shock as she scoffed, "So, let me get this straight. Some deranged psycho killer wants to ‘torture’ us by sending us these messages saying that ‘I know what you did six months ago,’ and then we go into a panic and the next thing you know, bodies start piling up. Am I right?"
"You think this is a game, Noella?" Cari shrieked indignantly. "Well, why don’t you see who the sender is?"
Expecting to see the name of some non-important loser, Noella glanced down at the sender’s name.
From: Karyssa Devine.
All of Noella’s cool demeanor disappeared from her body as she closed the phone. Brown eyes wide with fear, she whispered, "We’ve got to put an end to this—tonight."
The other two nodded feverishly.
"Now let’s get to class before someone suspects us."
After the school day ended, Noella ran up to her room, locked the door, and lay on her bed, closing her eyes and replaying the incident in her mind.
Before this incident, she, Shayna, and Cari had ruled Presley Day Prep for the past three years. A person hung out with whoever the three of them thought told them to hang out. A person only dated people Noella, Shayna, or Cari told them to date. Life was good for the trio then. Until that impudent mixed girl came along and ruined their empire.
Karyssa Devine was their school’s "demon spawn" for a reason. Not only was she a café-au-lait colored girl with hair that rivaled hers and eyes the color of spearmint gum, but her open-minded personality seemed to draw everyone she met towards her. She even befriended Lucas Princeton, a quiet closet poet who Noelle told her not to hang out with. Not only did she defy Noella’s wishes, but she dated him.
So, with the help of Shayna and Cari, Noella lured Karyssa to the abandoned cemetery, where she promised her that Lucas would be waiting for her. Shayna crept up behind Karyssa, knocked her out with a shovel, and tied her to a tombstone. When she woke up, they tormented her by slapping her and punching her, even laughing as bugs began to crawl all over her flesh. Then they performed the sacrificial ritual (i.e., dousing Karyssa with gasoline and burning her) and threw her charred body in a hole they dug.
But that, unfortunately, wasn’t the end of it. Soon after, an unnaturally cold breeze followed the girls everywhere they went, and soon started saying that "you will all pay quicker than you thought." The girls shrugged it off, saying that it was the wind. However, the text message that appeared let them know that it wasn’t the wind doing this.
Noella pulled herself back to the present. She knew now that she had to go to where Karyssa’s body was and then re-kill it—for good.
After she told her parents that she was spending the night at Shayna’s (not that they cared, seeing as how they were both out cheating on one another), Noella got into her Bug and drove down to the place where Karyssa Devine’s body was.
Shayna and Cari met her there. "You guys ready?" They nodded. But as soon as they dug, a voice stopped them.
"Surely you all don’t think your plan’s going to work?"
Shayna, Cari, and Noelle turned around sharply. Karyssa Devine—or rather, the ghostly version of her—was leaning against a tree, looking amused and demented at the same time.
"We killed you, you impudent wench," Noella hissed. She gripped the handle of her shovel tightly. "Go back to Hell where you belong."
"Where I belong? Are you kidding me?" Karyssa scoffed as she walked over to where her body was supposed to be. "No, I don’t think you guys get it. You all are the ones that killed me because you all didn’t like me and Lucas together, remember? So technically, it’s you all that need to go to Hell."
"You shouldn’t have defied us, Karyssa," Cari chimed in. "You could have had a great future with us at Presley Day."
"But you lost our respect when you went with that vagrant Lucas." Shayna’s voice had regained its calm composure.
"My, my. Such intimidating words," Karyssa said. "How come you didn’t say them when I sent you that message this morning? Then again, you’re the ‘Ultimate Trio,’ always looking down on others just because they don’t believe the same way you do. Nothing scares you, except…a dirty little secret."
"What are you talking about?" Cari shouted. "We have no secrets among each other."
"Is that so, Cari? Well, why don’t you and Shayna tell that to Noella? I’m sure she’d love to hear about the two of you doing her boyfriend at the same time." Karyssa grinned demonically as she turned to Noella. "Won’t you, Noella?"
Noella turned to Cari and Shayna, a confused look on her face. "What the hell’s she talking about?"
"Think we should tell her?" Cari murmured to Shayna.
"Yeah, we should." Shayna drew a deep breath and looked Noella in the eye. "Noella, when you and Damon broke up, he told me that he wanted to try something new. And by something new, he meant a threesome."
"So he invited me and Shayna over that night, we all got drunk, and we…kind of did the do." Cari finished, her face crumbling.
Noella said nothing, but continued to stare at them as if they were riddled with STDs—which they both deserved, as far as she was concerned. Finally, after a quarter-hour’s silence, she said, quietly and dangerously, "I knew one of you was involved in that little breakup. And you know what’s funny?" She laughed derisively as she took a step closer to the spot where Karyssa’s body lay. "Damon told me it was you two before he killed himself."
"I understand what you’re feeling right now," Karyssa whispered as she walked over to Noella and put a glistening hand on her shoulder. "But hey, it’s not your fault. Damon was a superficial bastard who wanted girls that were ‘easy.’ Then he dumped you (none too gently, of course), and it changed you into a demented, psycho crazy bitch. It’s pretty typical." She shrugged as if this was of no importance
"Shut up, Karyssa!" Cari shrieked. "Stop lying to her!"
"Why did you two lie to me?" were the next words out of Noella’s mouth. She picked up the shovel and continued towards Shayna and Cari. "Why didn’t you say anything to stop him, why did the both of you do him?" She was crying now.
"We wanted to, Noella—but we couldn’t!" Shayna sobbed. "Please, you have to understand! We didn’t want to hurt you any worse than Damon did!"
" ‘You didn’t want to hurt me.’ That’s a new one," Noella mocked, tears running down her face. "Did you think about me when the both of you slept with him? No, of course you didn’t!"
"There’s only one thing to do," Karyssa spoke up. "Kill them. Kill them for betraying you, like the way you killed me. Make them suffer."
All of Noella’s sanity was gone as she advance towards Cari and Shayna, who were both pleading and screaming desperately for her not to kill them. Their screams were silenced as Noella brutally silenced them both with the shovel. She then dragged their unconscious bodies to the river and dumped them there, and watched as they floated down the current and out of sight.
"The end," murmured Karyssa’s voice. "And what a lovely production it all was, if I do say so myself."
"You’ve played me long enough," Noella whispered. "Now go back to being dead."
Karyssa laughed—a low, menacing laugh. "There’s a reason why they say appearances are deceiving. They tend to mask our most devastating secrets and lead others into a world of deception." She leaned in and whispered, "You didn’t kill me that night, Noella Price. I was already dead."
She disappeared into the night, leaving a cloud of shock and disbelief in her wake. An hour later, Noella disappeared off into the night as well, taking the shovel with her.
To this day, no one knows exactly how Karyssa Devine died before she died, but one thing is certain—her death is proof that when the deadliest skeleton is exposed, the others will soon begin to walk among us, whether we want them to or not.
A girl woke up in a cold, haunted graveyard. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got there. Her vision, blurry from awakening from unconsciousness, began to clear as she started to realize that she wasn’t in her room, but a place where skeletons walk freely and ghosts twirl and dance. After the girl became familiar with her surroundings, she looked down and saw that she was bound to a tombstone. While she was struggling to free herself, she tried to scream for help, but a bandanna was tied across her mouth. Now the girl was panicking, and as the bugs started to crawl and irritate her flesh, she felt that it was pointless to stay alive.
Then out of nowhere, three hooded figures appeared. Two of them carried lit torches while one carried gasoline. The girl thought, Oh, my God, they’re going to burn me alive! How can they? What have I ever done to them? She continued to struggle, even after one of the shorter figures punched her roughly on the arm and whispered hoarsely, "Struggle again and we’ll make your death even more painful."
The tallest figure approached the girl and removed her gag, none too gently. She whispered, "I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but please—" Slap! Her words were cut off after the person backhanded her. Her face still stinging, the girl listened in shock as the tallest person spoke to the night sky about how "Memphis has suffered too long under the tyranny of demon spawn like this girl here. As we prepare to send her back to Hell, let this serve as a warning to those who dare to defy us."
I recognize that voice, the girl thought as the other two people finished pouring gasoline on her. After lighting the torches with a cigarette lighter they found, the three figures crowded around the girl, who cried and sobbed at the same time, "Please let me go! Please don’t burn me! I promise I won’t tell a soul about what I’ve done, whatever I’ve done!"
"You’re damn right you won’t tell anyone." The tallest one’s voice sliced through the girl as the three people removed their hoods.
Noella Price, a tall, slender girl with chocolate-brown skin, large brown eyes and long wavy hair, hissed in the girl’s ear, "Because you will be silenced permanently."
"And your death will serve as a reminder—" Curvy, redheaded Cari Wilson murmured, her blue eyes narrowed malevolently.
"—to those who dare to defy us." Shayna Ross, an olive-skinned girl with short black hair and heavy-lidded eyes, finished as the three dropped their torches in unison.
As the girl’s shrieks of pain mingled with the roars of the flame, her last thought was that she was dying—all because she had an open-minded personality these three stuck-up, rich, popular Barbie-doll clones didn’t appreciate. But she regretted nothing as she slipped into an unreachable darkness.
Every high school has a "demon spawn." At Presley Day Preparatory School, her name was Karyssa Devine.
6 Months Later
As Noella walked up the front stairs of Presley Day Prep School, she felt an uneasy chill creep across the back of her neck. She’d been feeling this coldness for the last six months, but she hadn’t told anyone, not even Cari and Shayna, her two closest friends. I’m sure it’s nothing, she reassured herself as she adjusted her silver belt and saw the two walking up to her with frightened expressions on their faces.
"What’s wrong, you guys?" Noella asked when they didn’t say anything.
"You remember that mixed girl we burned in the cemetery six months ago?" Shayna’s normally calm, confident voice trembled slightly as she pulled out her cell phone. What Noella saw flashing across the screen momentarily floored her.
"Violets are black, roses are white. I know that you killed me, and you’ll pay tonight."
Noella recovered from her shock as she scoffed, "So, let me get this straight. Some deranged psycho killer wants to ‘torture’ us by sending us these messages saying that ‘I know what you did six months ago,’ and then we go into a panic and the next thing you know, bodies start piling up. Am I right?"
"You think this is a game, Noella?" Cari shrieked indignantly. "Well, why don’t you see who the sender is?"
Expecting to see the name of some non-important loser, Noella glanced down at the sender’s name.
From: Karyssa Devine.
All of Noella’s cool demeanor disappeared from her body as she closed the phone. Brown eyes wide with fear, she whispered, "We’ve got to put an end to this—tonight."
The other two nodded feverishly.
"Now let’s get to class before someone suspects us."
After the school day ended, Noella ran up to her room, locked the door, and lay on her bed, closing her eyes and replaying the incident in her mind.
Before this incident, she, Shayna, and Cari had ruled Presley Day Prep for the past three years. A person hung out with whoever the three of them thought told them to hang out. A person only dated people Noella, Shayna, or Cari told them to date. Life was good for the trio then. Until that impudent mixed girl came along and ruined their empire.
Karyssa Devine was their school’s "demon spawn" for a reason. Not only was she a café-au-lait colored girl with hair that rivaled hers and eyes the color of spearmint gum, but her open-minded personality seemed to draw everyone she met towards her. She even befriended Lucas Princeton, a quiet closet poet who Noelle told her not to hang out with. Not only did she defy Noella’s wishes, but she dated him.
So, with the help of Shayna and Cari, Noella lured Karyssa to the abandoned cemetery, where she promised her that Lucas would be waiting for her. Shayna crept up behind Karyssa, knocked her out with a shovel, and tied her to a tombstone. When she woke up, they tormented her by slapping her and punching her, even laughing as bugs began to crawl all over her flesh. Then they performed the sacrificial ritual (i.e., dousing Karyssa with gasoline and burning her) and threw her charred body in a hole they dug.
But that, unfortunately, wasn’t the end of it. Soon after, an unnaturally cold breeze followed the girls everywhere they went, and soon started saying that "you will all pay quicker than you thought." The girls shrugged it off, saying that it was the wind. However, the text message that appeared let them know that it wasn’t the wind doing this.
Noella pulled herself back to the present. She knew now that she had to go to where Karyssa’s body was and then re-kill it—for good.
After she told her parents that she was spending the night at Shayna’s (not that they cared, seeing as how they were both out cheating on one another), Noella got into her Bug and drove down to the place where Karyssa Devine’s body was.
Shayna and Cari met her there. "You guys ready?" They nodded. But as soon as they dug, a voice stopped them.
"Surely you all don’t think your plan’s going to work?"
Shayna, Cari, and Noelle turned around sharply. Karyssa Devine—or rather, the ghostly version of her—was leaning against a tree, looking amused and demented at the same time.
"We killed you, you impudent wench," Noella hissed. She gripped the handle of her shovel tightly. "Go back to Hell where you belong."
"Where I belong? Are you kidding me?" Karyssa scoffed as she walked over to where her body was supposed to be. "No, I don’t think you guys get it. You all are the ones that killed me because you all didn’t like me and Lucas together, remember? So technically, it’s you all that need to go to Hell."
"You shouldn’t have defied us, Karyssa," Cari chimed in. "You could have had a great future with us at Presley Day."
"But you lost our respect when you went with that vagrant Lucas." Shayna’s voice had regained its calm composure.
"My, my. Such intimidating words," Karyssa said. "How come you didn’t say them when I sent you that message this morning? Then again, you’re the ‘Ultimate Trio,’ always looking down on others just because they don’t believe the same way you do. Nothing scares you, except…a dirty little secret."
"What are you talking about?" Cari shouted. "We have no secrets among each other."
"Is that so, Cari? Well, why don’t you and Shayna tell that to Noella? I’m sure she’d love to hear about the two of you doing her boyfriend at the same time." Karyssa grinned demonically as she turned to Noella. "Won’t you, Noella?"
Noella turned to Cari and Shayna, a confused look on her face. "What the hell’s she talking about?"
"Think we should tell her?" Cari murmured to Shayna.
"Yeah, we should." Shayna drew a deep breath and looked Noella in the eye. "Noella, when you and Damon broke up, he told me that he wanted to try something new. And by something new, he meant a threesome."
"So he invited me and Shayna over that night, we all got drunk, and we…kind of did the do." Cari finished, her face crumbling.
Noella said nothing, but continued to stare at them as if they were riddled with STDs—which they both deserved, as far as she was concerned. Finally, after a quarter-hour’s silence, she said, quietly and dangerously, "I knew one of you was involved in that little breakup. And you know what’s funny?" She laughed derisively as she took a step closer to the spot where Karyssa’s body lay. "Damon told me it was you two before he killed himself."
"I understand what you’re feeling right now," Karyssa whispered as she walked over to Noella and put a glistening hand on her shoulder. "But hey, it’s not your fault. Damon was a superficial bastard who wanted girls that were ‘easy.’ Then he dumped you (none too gently, of course), and it changed you into a demented, psycho crazy bitch. It’s pretty typical." She shrugged as if this was of no importance
"Shut up, Karyssa!" Cari shrieked. "Stop lying to her!"
"Why did you two lie to me?" were the next words out of Noella’s mouth. She picked up the shovel and continued towards Shayna and Cari. "Why didn’t you say anything to stop him, why did the both of you do him?" She was crying now.
"We wanted to, Noella—but we couldn’t!" Shayna sobbed. "Please, you have to understand! We didn’t want to hurt you any worse than Damon did!"
" ‘You didn’t want to hurt me.’ That’s a new one," Noella mocked, tears running down her face. "Did you think about me when the both of you slept with him? No, of course you didn’t!"
"There’s only one thing to do," Karyssa spoke up. "Kill them. Kill them for betraying you, like the way you killed me. Make them suffer."
All of Noella’s sanity was gone as she advance towards Cari and Shayna, who were both pleading and screaming desperately for her not to kill them. Their screams were silenced as Noella brutally silenced them both with the shovel. She then dragged their unconscious bodies to the river and dumped them there, and watched as they floated down the current and out of sight.
"The end," murmured Karyssa’s voice. "And what a lovely production it all was, if I do say so myself."
"You’ve played me long enough," Noella whispered. "Now go back to being dead."
Karyssa laughed—a low, menacing laugh. "There’s a reason why they say appearances are deceiving. They tend to mask our most devastating secrets and lead others into a world of deception." She leaned in and whispered, "You didn’t kill me that night, Noella Price. I was already dead."
She disappeared into the night, leaving a cloud of shock and disbelief in her wake. An hour later, Noella disappeared off into the night as well, taking the shovel with her.
To this day, no one knows exactly how Karyssa Devine died before she died, but one thing is certain—her death is proof that when the deadliest skeleton is exposed, the others will soon begin to walk among us, whether we want them to or not.
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