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Story by phosphoratus

"EXTORTION OF ADVANCE DIRECTIVES"

- You have droped Your eyeball Sir - he said lifting up the body part.
Hearing this, the man in black suit with a bottle instead of a head, looked at the boy. He scratched his "glass cheek", coming forward.
- Just as I thought, I knew that something is missing, please, do forgive me, it always falls off - while he told him that, his well build hand stretched out.
- Tell me Sir, can I jump to the Hole now? - whispered question left the young man's lips, it was fun to play with the white "ball" in his palm.
The "man" showed a heavy thinking "face". Smooching sound popped from the containers "mouth".
- I think, that You should...

Surroundings turned white, splashing itselfs on those two persons, cracking their bodies in a whirl, then quickly flowing down to the unidentified outflow.

New York
Day: 13 Month: December Year: XXXX
Private Mental Hospital
"Psychosis Sonata"

- I'm widely white, I'll drown my sorrows in blackness, what can I do, my face is twisted by grimace. I would burn the fire with water, in heat my crotch is singing. On the bed of roses I'll wake up the thorns sticking them into my temple. Then I'll forget about my bird which pecks my belly. Big precipice they've made from hope, they said that everything will be allright, so why do my guts are furious? Why do they walk on my head, breaking it?
- ...Columb, I beg You, please focus. Why did You kill them? - Psychiatrist Frank Smith asked slowly. He lived in this world for almost forty years. Thin long fingers were clenching each other powerfully, as if they wanted to build a wall, because of the inner heat the skin had sticked to the table top. One on one in this white room, eyes had been wondering around, looking for reality. The tape recorder was on, so was the hidden camera at the "four walled" corner.
- Old horse, old horse which whispers his prays, God ain't a frog He won't jump for Your salvation. Old horse, old horse...- The facilities resident was keeping on his enigmatic monologue, sticking gaze was making Doctor sick.
- Columb, what did push You to those murders?...
- Bruise was his name, always going with the blue far, there to the end of the horizon where the babies like slaughtered pigs were snoring...
Frankie had stroked his graying beard, watching carefully that young seventeen year old boy, so silent wrapped up in straitjacket. Ill minded quickly turned his head twice, creating cracking melody, just to set sour spine bones, then slowly approached.
- I want to obtain peace - big grin swallowed the indifference, releasing a slight laughter.
- As we all, young man...
- You don't understand at all Mister, HE takes us to Idyll
- Who is HE?
- Sir Madness! Hahaha!
Old man felt dizzy, the universe started to melt away, bit by bit, just like bread soaked in hot soup. Wrinkled hands had rubbed tired eyes, a long sighn floated to the sticky air. Eye sight got blurry, instead of the patient there were rotting corpse, with a big hole instead of a face. Twitching eyelids became heavy and the view was normal once again.
- You see, but You don't belive, that's heresy!
- What are You talking about?
- Sir Madness is giving You signs, but You keep ignoring them, do You prefer to walk blindly? Weren't it be easier if You could just ask for the Hole?
- Hole?...
- Eternal peace! Hahahaha!
The specialist was wildly blinking, chaoticly catching pictures with pupils. Trambling jaw had falled so the further questioning could go on, but the teenager was faster.
- Angel had told me that humans should be exterminated. They are nothing, bunch of fucked up dicks, screwing everyone and everything around. To achive Nirvana I had to do as his rules say.
- Who is Angel? And about what rules are You talking about?
- You haven't seen Angel either?! You are sooooo funny Mister! He is the servent from above- Youngster lifted his head up looking at the ceiling- The rules are to destroy all the human kind, the dirt of civilization, don't You know that? Life is a glass filled with water, first You have to get rid off the pollution to have a drink, which will lead to Eden. Mister Smith, now You will focus for ME, so You'll be able to see Angel. It's a creature holding a three headed floating snake on a leash, just like a child with a baloon. Psychiatrist didn't knew why, but did what was told. Narrow eyes were searching, brain started to work above standard. It turned that it wasn't enough for the "monster" to come out, in return, more dead bodies misted around in slow motion. Male had covered this view with his "time-used" palms. Seeing this, Gore took the initiative.
- Angel, You who is my mentor, who always stays by my side, in every moment of my damned existence. Show Your truth to the heretic ones.
Something had pushed down the grown up, telling him by this to take a look. So it was done. There it stood..."What is this?!" he asked himself. A black dog with thick glasses was correcting its cassock. Reptile yawned loudly opening one by one all three gobs. Smith trembled with fear, astonishment made him open his mouth.
- Someone called? Wanted something? With pleasure I'll rape and bite off a head. I am Angel, it's so nice to meet You- Greeting didn't sound friendly at all. Staring at the beast which lifted the materials edge, doctor bowed fearfully.
- We must go now Mister, time is ticking- said Gore.
Man have moaned, showing by this that he understood those hasty words. He even have not started to think about the plan for getting out, when suddenly it occured to him that now that old used body of his is standing wobbly on the park's cold lane. The Sun was slowly but surely lying it's big bright face to sleep under the vision's frontier. Sweet warm mélange made from nature's gifts hushed off the day. "How on earth did I got here?" this interrogative sentence didn't left the psychiatrist's lips, because someone's bony hand touched his shoulder, and then another introduction took place. Gas mask had nails hammered in, dead rolled up eyes were looking directly at the specialist. This sight scared the poor mortal, so in a stimulus he jumped away, thanks to that a full sight of the living nightmare could be seen. The top was sticked to the copper cross, and that had melted to a body of straw, black feathered coat looked funny on that scary being.
- Hoh hoh! Howdy Franky! I'm Fear. I've heard 'bout Ya lad. Shall we go now?
- G...g...go where?! Where is Columb?! Where is Angel?!
The apparition twisted its "neck", then turned ugly mask upside down, taking out a sharp bathed in blood knife.
- That is from the youngie, he told me to give it to Ya. By the way, thanks to him Ya're now here. Those stains here are left from the fights he must've had to get Ya all out. Hah, he dida' bloody good job, aye?
Smith took the object. Shiny blade had been hidden to his pant's pocket. He knew that only this horrible ugly creature could lead him to Columb Gore, which undoubtedly was having fun playing a murderer.
Going forward by winding all along streets, eccentric couple cought peoples eyesights, turning stomaches in reverse. Those two didn't had the time to think about human needs. Step after step the distance was shorter than before. Suddenly, just before their own feet a tall, thought to be, an empty bulding grew from cold ground. Entering it was like peeking to a digged out used coffin. Paint falling off the wall, grazed surface, acid smell reminded rotting animals, little ammount of space. Decent citizen wouldn't even thought about going to such place, disastrously, some teenagers were there, acting natural. Loud sounds from stereo system didn't let interior to relax, light things were jumping to the rhythm,
that activity was plagiarized by four youngsters. Without a doubt, everyone could guess looking at their image, they were from a metal subculture. Heavy ammount of chains, black make ups, leather outfits, keenly seeming jewellery as well. Growling & gurgling made them drink alcohol without the bounds of moderation. Some of "metals" were taking a nap, chocking dust swinged, floated, pushed itself on faces, drunkards didn't mind that at all. Guitar's solo speeded up, making "children of the dark" to dance faster, wrecking everything around, even if the ceiling would've had falled down on them, they wouldn't noticed it.
- I hate those bastards!- Psychopath declared, watching the group. Frankie trembled, the one he was searching for is now standing side by side with him. Shivers runned forcefully, making spine go numb, cold sweat drops appeared from
nowhere, cooling off hot boiling fluids- They know SHIT about darkness, about gore and hate! I think it's time to teach them a little lesson...
Mare seconds took killer to reach his prays. First dead body hit the ground, short silence after it, only frightened screams leaving surprised throats. His moves were so fast that victims could not dodge nor find a way out from situation. Cracking bones, flying limbs, red plasma fountains, all mixed with dirty grey smoke. He stabbed everything which moved around, taking pleasure, wanting to show as much obscurity as possible. Someone stumbled over still steaming guts, other got blinded by the blood stuffing his stomach with some rusty bolt. Absolute mankind slaughter-house.
- STOP IT COLUMB! STOP IT!...- Frank rised his voice. Started to run, unfortunately it was vainly. His legs were moving, though the position he was in just freezed above floor. Sick minded boy watched that meaningless struggle, smiling with glory. After "hunt", swinging finger rised in the air, picked girl's corpse. Columb stripped her, turned the body towards viewer.
- Come on, be a filthy pig, her heat didn't vanished, come on...- Encouragement made Smith sick, all from his stomach landed before used up shoes. Clenched eyes didn't let any image go in, just ears had witnessed gasps, splashings & orgasm panting. He couldn't take this any more.
- Why?...Why?...no...
- My dear Doctor, please don't cry- Tender voice rised old face. Just like Eve, she stood with a careing mimic, stroking almost white, tousled hair of the living one- I can make You happy again, I can make You forget about the evil...- Purple lips went close. At that moment, little drops begin to flush. Psychiatrist woke up from illusion, seeing true. Crawling away, yelling so the heaven could touch his sorrow, he escaped from the building. Moral hangover punched old man's face without mercy. Feeding tired muscles with whispers of courage, bouncing off strangers, he felt that they know about his sins while pulling wry mouths at him. Colour of bottomless cavity ate New York, impossible was to lay it to sleep even with symbolical consumption. Neon lights- doubles of the Sun- waved drowsiness away. Searching for a shelter he runned to the "red destrict". Whores bending "beauty" cought the gaze. Pimped heavy make-ups pretended erotism. Suddenly growing song pinched the ear:
"Take a shot my lover boy, put it deep down this slimy tail of Yours.
Make Us feel good, Make Us feel good!
Those lyrics will bind You to Our desire
So You shall want only Us
So You shall penetrate only Us
Let Our sticky bosom not make You shy
Take some of Our blood on Your penis
Push him deeper!
Push him harder!
Give up Yourself to this sadistic pleasure
Be in Us, be in Us!
Flog Our crotches, squeeze Our breasts
But don't love Us, but don't love Us".
Words made from lust were making him to writhe with soundless screams of his brain. One thing was sure, it's time to get out from this place. Running blindly across feminine cheap perfumes, something rare appeared in the darkest corner of the passage. Big black dog put his paws on the bitch's thighs. Without hurry, using its nose, the "animal" sniffed her inner body smell, This made him sure of what to do next. Woman's skirt was lifted up, long tongue slipped inside turning her even more wet than before. While the clitoris was licked, female gasps were becoming louder. Angel knew this wasn't enough to make this "lady" satisfied. Pink mouth organ splitted itself to thirteen, they started to ravish slut's cunt. Moans hit Frank's ears, nothing could be done, covered in paralysis even his begging turned inaudible. Ugly dripping mucus heated up all whore's sensual parts. Creature penetrated every hole of her's. Screaming from multi orgasms, she didn't pay attention that the "partner" sharped his teeths. In a blink of an eye the skull got crushed. Angel had not terminated his play, now the dead corpse was much more attractive to him. He grabbed her head by the hair, tearing it off from neck. Sharp gaze pierced Smith's soul, after it he felt that something hard was thrown at his chest. The being exploded with laughter when it saw doctor crying at the sight of the demolished body part.
- Don't be shy Doc! Gimme' a hand here! She would like a second round with You! Muahahaha!
Frightened, just like a little lost child in horror, psychiatrist fled. Strangers were looking at him, pointing their fingers. Images mixed themselfs in his mind. Humans seemed as if they had worms on them, munching them alive. "And that barking laugh...LAUGH!", that sound didn't left, it resurrected with the heart beat.
Running away, breath was heavier than any gold, which is known to be the heaviest. Alchemists gived their life away to achive it, in paradox mortal wanted to throw it away from his chest. He knew, there is no escape. He falled on knees, covering teary face for a second, then screaming out deepest madness. Sour "multi-voice" cut this scene.
- For why, is this farce? Why, do You keep washing Your hands off? Why, don't You seek the truth?
Man searched the questioning person. Nobody was around. He liftes his eyes. Three headed snake was levitating above, smoking marihuana. Raptile waited for fruitless answers. It started to fly through smoke rings, suddenly someone pulled the leach down. It was Columb making little, made of scales, nightmare a caution.
- Fool from Hades! How dare You speak?! Shut Your trio! From every single one You spit venom! You're deceiving the choosen one! You're blaspheming!- In anger, youngster grabbed the being breaking one of its heads- This will teach You where is Your place!.
This sadistic action didn't suit specialist, trying to avoid the view he took his eyes away. In the shop's-window Frank witnessed the truth...Reflection showed ONLY a man, in white clothes smeared with blood & dirt...

New York
Day: 13 Month: December Year: XXXX
Private Mental Hospital
"Turning Back Memories"

Observed patient number 136 as usually was sitting quietly in the room's corner, munching lips. His movements were slow, because of the psychotrops. Doctor Daemonspawn was just making her rounds. She saw a shadow coming towards, big heavy steps were leaving scary echoes. Bravery took the lead, making long black haired one to greet the unknown. Luckily, it was just a co-worker.
- Hello Doctor Havoc! I'm so glad it is You!
- Well, who else could it be? a ghost?- He laughed.
- Haha! It could've been! Oh darn! Those electricians are so dumb! They should allready fix the lights in this sector...
- Wait few more minutes, I bet that everything will come back to normal. It's all because this building is so fucking old, but this is also the most beautiful part of it, mhhh haha!- another laugh spread through the space, Micky put his palms into white coat's pockets.
- Right! I remember how we both were turned on when we heard about the horrifying history of this place!
- Yeah- Havoc giggled- Oh, by the way, how is our favourite patient?
- No changes. Brain cancer had allready taken eighty per cent of surface. It's a mystery that how the hell is he still alive?!
And the second thing, I just can't belive that he was suspected as a murderer of the "Thirty Slaughters"...
- Yup, that's wicked, he is such a good patient...The judge even couldn't belive in that, there was no evidence either, so he just landed in HERE...Hey, how about some strong black coffe, D.?
- Hell yeah! Thou' I would prefer some got dark BEER! Hahaha!- Daemonspawn said swinging her hips.
- After work? It's my treat baby!
- Micky, You bloody pervert, You! I know what You're thinking right now, I really do- She smiled, making a flirty face.
- My beloved Doctor, do You really think "I" may think about "those" things? Don't You belive in my innocent intentions?
- But of course I do!- Woman hugged mulatto with a shoulder.
Smith couldn't get his thoughts togethere, yet he understood that the straitjacket is long gone, and now he is standing before doors. Slightly pushed, they've had opened. Being outside, in an unknown place, searching for the exit, that idea was the best, the only one. Blackness swallowed everything around, as well escaper's memory. Spiky shivers were dancing on spine, tears started to gather little by little. All alone, blinking wildly, looking straight to nothing, plus & minus of existence. Bonk. Left feet kicked an object. He got down on knees, hands were shuffling ground. A sharp knife cut skin. The find got in grasp. In that moment somebody shined at his face with a flashlight.
- Stay where You are! Which room You're from?!- First safeguard yelled.
- Relax, we won't hurt You, come with us- Said the second one coming closer.
Ill minded tried his hardest to think rationally, when he almost got cought, hand swinged in to the expanse cutting tall man's larynx. Victim tried to stop the bleeding, vainly. Wobbly patient striked once more, stabbing next person's soft
lower abdomen. One stroke up, two down. Painful wail hit surroundings, steaming bowels were hanging out, dripping fluids made an abominable stinky puddle.
- Did You hear something?- Doctor D. asked.
They've looked at each other, then subsequently without wasting time, runned to the commotion source.
Killer couldn't count how many times the blade had gone through human flesh. Disposing living obstacles like a machine, there was no feelings of guilt. Just an activity which must be done, to be free...
Freedom's freshness filled old lungs, sleepiness attracted eyelids down. Greeness throwed itself before him, giving a calm welcome. So the dream world opened up, when tired fugitive layed on the park's bench, near the city centre. Resting took a day and a half, till the late afternoon.

- Yes, yes! Now I remember, it was the time when this creature came, Fear...reflecting my antisocialness...Angel...representing my inner lust...Three headed snake was my sense of reality...Who was Columb Gore?- Man started to search for the answer- my Ego? The one who I trully am...so I've murdered those kids in the building...- human realized his doings- Good God! I've commited thanatophilia!- Tears washed bloody stains- Later...night...later there were prostitutes...No...NO!- Images flying over damaged brain, accelerated it's functions even more- I am a demon! Oh God!
Taking position of a sleeping cat, curling up in shreading madness, repeating God's name, over and over again, crying, tearing skin off face. Smith wanted to hide away, forget his sins, just vanish from the world. Let it be the deepest hole in the galaxy, let it be be the neverending depths, let it even be penalty in Ereb, but with begging heart, let it be forgiveness.
- Frank- said owner of bubbly voice- Griefing spirit, I have a proposition for You.
Mister Madness kneed before him, took ill minded in strong embrace. He made him stand against the wall. Then the strange person removed its "bottle-head".
- If You'll drink everything, You'll receive solace.
Twisted male's state didn't allow him to gain contact, realism long ago exceeded absurd's line. Paralysed by mental breakdown, haven't flinched at the proposal. Devil knew what should be done. It deviated "psycho", opened his mouth, poured liquid in. Emotions, nonbeing true. False knowladge of blame, arranged in puzzles. All this gone, blown, painted with orange. Swimming & diving, drowning & catching air. To such a dimension old man was taken against his will. Full of dead bodies, without correct true sane foundation, able to touch corpses. Soda pop filled realities. The only living one thought "How can those hands correct all the pain they gived? They are too haggard, witnesses of my crimes..."
Black ate all.

New York
Day: 13 Month: December Year: XXXX
Private Mental Hospital
"Schism"

- Doctor Havoc!- Female medic called- Finally they fixed the lights, we may go give medicines to the patients.
- Awesome. I just can feel this incredable yearning for those crazy little peoples!- Smile didn't want to leave Micky's dark face.
Specialists were almost at the room number 136, when male Doctor asked:
- Are there any changes in the habitué Smith?
- No changes. Brain cancer had allready taken eighty per cent of surface. He doesn't have much time left...- Daemonspawn lowered her eyes, she did not know why this makes her so sad.
- Life is a pure nonsense which we must accept...- Replied mulatto.
When they entered, there was noone inside. Only straitjacket spilled over with soda pop, lying on the floor.
Frank Smith have dissolved...