Injecting paranoia

[Black_Bird]

Straps. Straps upon straps layered on your arms and your legs, against your chest and stomach. Steal chair chained to a wall. And your skin embedded time and time again with the impression of these straps across your naked body.

Tubes and wires running from your limbs, a painful intrusion into the side of your head. A man is approching you, with a syringe filled with a clear thick liquid. A man pushing the metal tip into your skin. A man, who's cleanliness is unsettling; sterile and plastic and symetric like a play doll in a white lab coat.

And the shadows behind him are inhuman.

 

[Black_Bird]

But the government is doing this, so it must be for the greater good, right? Heh.

Don't you just love how that unknown liquid slowly is thrusted into your flesh? You feel as if your veins themselves are eating away at you. You smell something burning.

The shape of the creatures behind the good doctor are becoming clearer; large heads, small bodies, thin boney legs... What the hell are they?

The saw is buzzing in the doctor's hands, as you smell your own flesh searing.

 

[perks]

you're writing my story

 

[La Huesera]

But the government is doing this, so it must be for the greater good, right? Heh.

Don't you just love how that unknown liquid slowly is thrusted into your flesh? You feel as if your veins themselves are eating away at you. You smell something burning.

The shape of the creatures behind the good doctor are becoming clearer; large heads, small bodies, thin boney legs... What the hell are they?

The saw is buzzing in the doctor's hands, as you smell your own flesh searing.

Someone has been hanging out with Chris Carter..

 

[Black_Bird]

You feel the blade push into your skull, but no pain. Dizzy as the whirling blade slices through the bone above your brow, you loose sight of the creatures in the shadows. You are only concerned with that pungent smell; it becomes the only thing that is real.

Slowly, the doctor turns around you, slicing into your head, his face blank calm and complacent. He looks bored. Blood trickling down from the dull saw's ill planned travel runs down into your eyes, blinding you momentarily.

No pain. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt.

 

[heterotic]

Eek. If only you used your powers of fiction for good, instead of evil...

They are some fantastic powers, though. Wow.

 

[scylis]

that's it, no more drinking bug spray.

 

[Guest]

No pain. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt.

K Black_Bird. Damn good writing.

Where's yer book?

Moon

 

[MissTaken]

BB, dear?

Did you forget your happy pills today?




IN truth, a very disturbing and thought provoking post...and well written.

 

[Guest]

God Dammit!! I do not have an alien probe stuck up my ass!!!

Cartman, is that you???

So, how was the abduction, BB??

 

[Black_Bird]

Black leather streached over a child's skelleton; that's the only way in which you can describe the creature that steps forward. It doesn't look real at all. You can't feel anything except the constant hard beat of your heart, pounding it's way out of your chest. It cocks it's head in curiosity. It licks its lips.

You hear the saw blade stopping. One sharp crack that reverberates through your bones. A wet sound, loud like your tongue pulling away from the roof of your mouth.

The next then you remember is seeing your body bent over a table, it's ass far into the air. No bright light? No bright light. No tunnel.

You watch as one of the black leather creatures walk towards your body. Your body turns it's head to look back at the creature. The creature has an errection; a black boney protrusion from it's pelvis covered in small spikes curved towards the penis's point of origin. Slowly, the small demon pushes his prick into your body's waiting ass.

You hear a moan and you see blood. Copious amounts of blood as the black leather child pulls back from your body and thrusts forward again. Your hear your own voice moan again, as empty sockets turn to look at you. Two empty holes where your eyes should be. Two voids through which you should be looking now.

 

[Black_Bird]

Yes... that was the last part.

Perky; this *ain't* your story.
Nope, I haven't been hanging out with Chris Carter.
I've used my powers of fiction for good many times! Just ask the ladies of lit.
Nope. I haven't been huffing bugspray.
Thank you for your compliments.
I don't take happy pills, I'm naturally happy.
I've never been abducted; I'm waiting for silly, sky-blue skinned, large breasted female aliens to take me to their all-female planet. I want to help them reproduce.

 

[scylis]

before, i wasn't totally sure, but now...

your av fits, man.

i feel like listening to TDS now. Broken, too.

 

[scylis]

I'm waiting for silly, sky-blue skinned, large breasted female aliens to take me to their all-female planet. I want to help them reproduce.

the ones with three breasts, right? two in the standard slots and one in the back for dancing?

me too, man. me too.

 

[Black_Bird]

Okay... now to bump this nightmere for the day crew.

 

[Silverluna]

OOhh...Wow....BB that was great!!!! Do you have any pictures of these black leather children? Or of your Blue skinned Big Breasted Women?

 

[freescorfr]

B_b, I'm really quite intrigued by the mood you've been in, since a bit before your new av. The writing I find superb, but the paranoia is very realistic. That's maybe two compliments.

 

[Gnufi Poppets]

Oh you are the being the scary man like the black bird raven. I am the wondering about the worry that you are the having. It is you are the OK, yahs? I am saying that it is the most the very important you are completing the circle all the way before it is you are the messing with these things!

 

[Black_Bird]

Silverluna: Nope, and I wish.

Freescorfr: Thank you for both compliments. I wanted to write something very *different* on these boards... all too often we hear the same thing over and over again! Sex Sex Sex! Not that there is anything wrong with that, just that we might want to change it up a little.

Gnufi Poppets: I really don't understand what you are saying... but I am all right. No depression, no anger, no pain. The biggest influnce on this thread is probably my recent purchase of "Call of the Cthulhu" the RPG by WotC. Yet, I've had this idea for a story in my head for a while now. *shrugs*