Candiru – 1 – Emergence
06 01 2010I like B-Movies.
A lot.
Probably more than ‘actual’ movies. To this end my effort in the great ‘Stuporcollider Literary Challenge’ will hopefully feel a little like the b-movie. Perhaps with less cheesy dialogue but who knows.
I like Emo.
A bit.
But as the token emo of the group I have to ‘rep for my hood.’ Or whatever it is the kids are saying these days. To this end I will probably have drawn out introspectives from the somewhat emo protaganist. Bear with them, there will be killings aplenty right after.
Ultimately, it’s going to be an allegory for attitudes towards sex, relationships, promiscuity and gender roles, through the time honoured medium of monster gore fest.
So without further adieu, I give you Chapter One of:
Emergence
Gutteral.
That’s the only way she can describe how he sounds. No trace of the jovial lilt she loves, it’s all been replaced by the low rumblings that now emanate from him.
“Please Bek.” He sounds like he’s in pain. Struggling to fight. “Go.”
Wisps of terror start to tug at her, pulling her all the way awake. She sits up sharply, her unfamiliar surroundings adding to her ill feeling.
She remains sat upright, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the blankets of darkness around them; all the time aware of his frantically increasing movements.
“Jon? Honey, what’s wrong?”
In reply he lets out another animal cry, his back arched in a grotesque parody of a spine. As she watches she’s almost certain she can see a ridge begin to form just below his neck.
She feels bubbles of panic start to rise, threatening to engulf her; confusion and anxiety eating at her. She looks around the room, her night vision starting to give her focus, and sees her scattered clothes discarded at the side of the bed closest to her. They remind her of the night before, a night that had seemed to take so long to arrive but had been worth every moment of nervous waiting; moments that now feel so far away.
His foot brushes hers, startling her from her reverie. His foot feels unnaturally hot against her skin and stirs her to movement.
She slides her feet slowly over the side of the bed, and stands. As she extends one toned leg into her underwear she glances back at Jon. What she sees terrifies her. Tendrils of steam and smoke drift upwards from his prone form, his back a writhing, fluid, mass of ridges.
She’s acutely aware that she is in danger, not least of fascination, but it’s just a fleeting thought that’s replaced as quickly as it arrived by concern for her boyfriend, but she can do little more than watch as he starts to lift himself from the bed.
She steps back involuntarily, her legs tangled in her underwear she falls with a crash and a curse. The Jonthing’s head snaps up and slowly it turns to face her.
She looks up into the twisted visage of her boyfriend looming over her and feels complete revulsion wash over her. There is nothing that she recognises; just a domino mask of pain and hunger.
She tries to scramble to her feet but her sweaty palms slip on the laminate flooring. “Please…” she starts to say but the Jonthing stops her in her tracks. Its voice is choral, as though it is not just one voice but many.
“Thank you mother.”
Candiru by Gazz Hayes is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.
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I kid, of course. Will either of these characters turn out to be vampires? Ralph was asking. He fucking loves vampires. And emo.
No Vampires, but a sneaky google/wikipedia of candiru might have some spoilers…
Ooh, here’s to hoping for horrible things next instalment. Also to “Tendrils of steam and smoke drift upwards from his prone form”: we’ve all been there.
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I thought Ralph was Emo too, we have like a 50-50 split of Emo and emotionally functional editorial staff these days.
Ok, so 50-25-25 between Emo, emotionally absent, special-needs ignorance. I think I’m the later…
Hmmm, reply fail. A comment turned into a reply…
@Ado – YAY! I mean meh.
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