BGI v3 [Part 0]

Once upon a time I went on winter break in high school and found myself very bored very fast. So I decided to write a book.
...Now we are here and you are about to read the newest version of the story that started everything. And it was the original appearance of The Default Will Rule.

...fun fact: there's a school that approved of armed janitors...which is funny cuz the original version of this story (and another story I wrote in high school) involved a [disgruntled] janitor with a gun.

Enjoy.

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[BGI v3 - Part 0]

            "That's not ominous," Ted said sarcastically as he looked at the dark clouds approaching. "Shh!" Aaron scolded him as he continued to smoke his recently lit cigarette. The two seniors stood outside the high school in a tucked away corner near the back entrances. They weren't suppose to be out with another half-hour to go in the school day, but Aaron didn't want to wait any longer for a smoke and Ted didn't feel like sleeping through his last study hall. So, in what was a regular routine so long as the weather was nice, they cut out early.
            Under normal circumstances, they would never get away with what they do, but the Grimes High School was different. The teaching staff was in constant flux and new teachers were introduced monthly. Some staff members were brought in that never seemed to actually do any teaching and no one could find them during the day. It was as if they were around for something other than running a high school. The lack of familiarity with students meant Ted and Aaron, among others, were allowed to slip through the cracks and disappear from certain classes.
            "I don't feel like getting caught because you wanted to voice your opinion on the fucking clouds," Aaron stated. Ted shrugged and continued to look out. Dark clouds were slowly rolling in. It didn't look threatening, especially since there was no distant thunder, but something about how the wind was subtlety picking up struck Ted as interesting. Aaron took notice of the wind too, if only because it occasionally blew his own smoke back at him.
            "Thought you said Will was cutting out with us," Ted said to Aaron, taking care to lower his voice. Aaron shrugged. "Not my fucking problem." He was about to say something else when a small tremor sounded and the ground shook momentarily. "What the fuck was that?" Aaron asked. "Beats me," Ted said as he took notice of a distant thunder that at first he thought was coming from the approaching clouds, but was really from within the school.
            Whatever the sound was, it was quickly joined by a multitude of other unexplainable noises, some of which sounded like animals, though neither Ted nor Aaron could wager a guess as to what animals they could be, or if any such creatures were even suppose to exist, or where the sounds were even coming from. There were two discernible growls; one high pitched and one low. It seemed as if they were all originating from under their location.
            "What's under us?" Ted asked in a whisper. "I don't...nothing," Aaron said as he thought back to the basement layout he knew about from the various Saturday detentions he spent cleaning things out. "There's nothing suppose to be under this spot." The two knelt down and strained to listen more but all noise was drowned out when the school buses drove in to line up for the end of the school day, the roar of the multiple engines made it impossible to hear anything else.
            "Wanna figure this shit out?" Ted asked as Aaron tossed his cigarette. "Fuck that," he said as he watched as more buses drove in. "Well we have three options for the next half-hour," Ted said "We could stand out here like idiots, trying to hear anything over the symphony of buses...We could investigate the mini earthquake we just endured like men...or we could run to the buses like girls and suck our thumbs. Aaron made a face and shook his head, but reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, let's figure this out," he said "Odds are it's nothing."
            The two made for the doors when they stopped dead in their tracks at the sound of dozens of screams. "Maybe it's not nothing," Ted said as the initial screams were joined by dozens more. "Maybe we should, I dunno, be girls and run to the buses," Aaron said as Will came sprinting out the back entrance. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" he screamed as he grabbed Ted's shoulders.
            "What the f-" Ted started before a rush of students came crashing out behind Will, the faint animal like growls now amplified so they could be heard over the bus engines. The sudden stampede knocked Aaron away as Ted dragged Will aside. Aaron made a feeble attempt to get over to Ted and Will, but as a second group of frightened students came running out with the even louder and now multiple inhuman cries trailing, he decided to head for one of the buses.
            "What is wrong? What is it?" Ted yelled at Will who was trying to push Ted away so he could run. "Will!" Ted screamed as he slapped the underclassman, "Talk to me!" Will turned his head back to the entrance and his eyes went wide. Ted looked over to see someone rushing up to the glass doors from the inside, but they weren't running rather than gliding, their feet never touching the ground.
            The person hit the doors and blew them open, taking to the air when they came out. It was one of the teachers that had "left" maybe a month prior, but it only bore slight resemblance now. Out of the back, it had two large leathery wings that kept it airborne, their neck had been stretched three feet longer and from the middle of the chest down to the stomach was replaced by a deformed face that was still chewing on something Ted couldn't figure as it spit out the occasional bone fragment. A third arm was weakly sticking out of its right hip, holding onto a broken metal rod.
            The creature stretched its neck all three feet up and it scanned the fleeing crowd before it looked down on Ted and Will with its black eyes. It opened its mouth and let out a scream, Ted realizing that the noises he heard before wasn't coming from two different creatures but from one singular monster. Will and Ted took off as the beast flew down for a kill. Ted glanced back quick and dove to the side, separating himself from Will as the winged monster crashed down on top of the poor kid and started ripping into him with its elongated claws.
            Ted got to his feet and made for one of the buses, climbing onto the first one he could get to. Aaron was gone and there was no way Ted could track anyone down in the chaos. He made his way to the back as the sound of breaking windows and falling glass was heard. Ted and the eight other students on the bus looked over to see dozens more winged creatures, smaller but just as deadly, fly out and attack.
            "Get us out of here!"someone screamed and the driver finally put the bus into drive, just as the bus in front was knocked over and a few creatures flocked in through an open window. "Hang on!" the driver shouted as he maneuvered around the fallen bus and made for the exit. Ted looked back at Will's body to find the large winged creature was gone. He didn't need to waste much time looking for it since it flew over and intercepted the bus.
            The driver floored the accelerator with the intent to road kill the creature but as the bus made contact, it grabbed on and attempted to lift the bus into the air. "Hold on, I'm gonna try-" the driver started but was cut off when the creature, using its third arm for leverage, used its other right arm to chuck the metal rod through the windshield and right into the drivers chest.
            The bus lost all speed and the creature stopped it before going under to try lifting it again, this time to success. "Out the back!" Ted yelled as he turned but stopped at the sight of three of the smaller creatures banging on the back door, trying to get in. He tried making his way to one of the exits in the middle of the bus as it began its vertical lift. The run quickly became a climb and Ted had to take refuge using one of the seats as the bus was soon lifted straight up in the air.
            Students screamed as they fell down and crashed into the rear of the bus. The creature shook the bus violently and Ted held on while others were rattled off their seats and fell. One girl bounced off of Ted's seat and managed to grab hold of the one across the aisle. Ted reached over and grabbed her before she slipped and fell like all the others. After helping her up, he looked up to see the creature let loose one last scream before letting the bus go.
            The bus didn't fall far as it came down perfectly on its rear, jostling the pile of students that were otherwise motionless. Ted and the girl were almost thrown off their seat, but were able to recover. Looking back up, Ted didn't see the creature anymore, but noticed his view of the sky was moving; the bus was tipping over. The two clutched the seat as the bus came crashing down on its side.
            The landing threw the students to the other side of the bus. Ted quickly attempted to sit up, but found everything too heavy as he dropped back to the ground. The dwindling number of screams outside slowly became distant to Ted as his last thought was a wish that this was all only a bad dream.

 

 

 

 

 

The Man in the Alley

[...posted by Ted H]

Busy much?
We need to fire up a facebook group or somethin...

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It was so cold, Mick could actually feel his lungs burning. He didn’t have long to ponder the impossibility of that idea before he saw two people walking down the alley, a man and a woman. “Show time,” he said as he pulled his gun and appeared from behind a dumpster. He stood before the couple and casually aimed.

“You know the drill,” he said “Wallet, jewels, anything valuable. And spare me the pleading and small talk, I’ve heard it all before and I still want your shit.” The woman started whimpering and the man tensed up like he was about to try something. “Don’t,” Mick said preemptively “Cuz then I will shoot. And then out of spite I’ll rape your little girlfriend.”

“Stephen,” the woman pleaded as she removed a diamond ring and placed it in her purse, then dropped it to the ground. The man fished out his wallet and tossed it down as well. “Now get the fuck out of her before I change my mind about the rape,” Mick said as the two took off running. He then gathered the items and walked back over to the alleyway where he and his friends agreed to meet at.

Tony and Ricky were already there, going through the items they had robbed people of. “Will you marry me?” Mick asked Tony with a smile as he held up the diamond ring. “Real funny,” Tony said as he grabbed the ring and looked at it. “This shit real?” Mick walked over to a box and sat on it. “Should be,” he said “People I took it from looked loaded. Can’t see why the ring would be fake.”

“I dunno,” Ricky broke in “Lotta people walking around today trying to look richer then ‘ey are. Wouldn’t surprise me to buy some Cracka Jacks and find that very ring.” Tony shrugged “Looks real to me.” Mick nodded. “What do any of ‘yas know?” Ricky said “I know a guy. I’ll have em look at it tomorrow.”

“Never mind that, we got company,” Tony said as a figure walked down the alley towards them. All three instinctively put their hands on their weapons, but kept them concealed. “You lost?” Tony asked. The figure shook his head. He wore a dark grey trench coat and had shaggy dark hair that concealed his eyes. He kept his head low with both arms hanging at his sides. He didn’t seem dangerous, but no one was taking any chances“Lookin for someone?” Ricky called out. The figure smiled as he extended his arm and pointed right at Mick.

Mick’s blood ran cold. Something about this man was off, but he didn’t know what. He immediately aimed his gun at the man anyway, Ricky and Tony followed suit. “Get out of here, buddy, before we make you regret it,” Tony said. The man ignored him and kept walking, ignoring the guns and all the while making a path for Mick. “Didn’t you hear me? Get the fuck out of here!” The man continued to ignore Tony.

Mick couldn’t take it anymore. “Waste him!” he shouted and all three fired into the man’s chest. He immediately fell over and didn’t move. Tony sighed and laughed “Well that was fucked up, wasn’t it?” he asked. “Something wasn’t right,” Mick said as he lowered his gun, but kept it in his hand. “You’re telling me. That guy gave me the creeps,” Tony said as he walked towards the man’s body.

“We gotta split!” Ricky called “Cops probably heard us! I ain’t goin back to jail.” Ricky started walking away. “Would you just relax for a minute?” Tony yelled as he started checking the man’s pockets. “Screw you!” I’m getting the car, ‘ll bring it around. Wait here for me,” Ricky yelled and left.

“What did he want with me?” Mick asked. “Haven’t the slightest clue, Mick. This schmuck don’t even got ID. Check this out though,” Tony said as he pulled a large curved knife from the man. “Wonder what kind of damage you can do with this?” he asked, then went to get up as the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him down.

“Would you like to find out?” he asked as he took back his knife and punched Tony in the nose, causing him to fly off and onto the ground. In the blink of an eye, the man was up and pulling Tony into the air by his collar. “What?……Who are you?” he screamed as the man plunged his knife into Tony’s stomach. “Something far too powerful to trifle with,” the man said. Tony kept coughing up blood and convulsing as the man pulled the knife strait up through Tony’s chest and head, through every bone and organ as easily as if there was nothing at all obstructing the knifes path.

The man dropped Tony’s remains and stared down at Mick, who couldn’t bring himself to run. He weakly raised his gun again. “We both know that wont do anything,” the man said with a smile. Mick tried anyway, but the bullet flew wide, embedding into the brick wall behind. Before Mick could try again, the man extended his hands forward and Mick felt an invisible force knock him backwards and into a wall.

He was then pulled from the wall and suspended in the air by that same force, arms and legs outstretched as far as they could go. “What do you want with me?” he screamed, unable to move. The man smiled again. Mick didn’t believe in God, but he was willing to give it a try if a miracle could save him now. Instead he got Ricky, which was just as good at the moment. The man turned his head when he heard tire squeals and saw a sedan barrel its way down the alley. There wasn’t much room or time to get out of the way, but the man made no effort to escape.

The car smashed into the man, but the man didn’t budge. The car wrecked into him like he were a brick wall and it actually bounced backwards afterwards. Ricky made no sign of life from the drivers seat of the totaled vehicle. “What the fuck are you?” Mick stammered out as the man lightly dusted himself off, but was otherwise unharmed.

Mick had remained suspended and helpless in the air as the man had ignored his question and was ready to pick up where he left off. “Now then,” he said “This is going to hurt like hell, but only for a moment…Then it gets a lot worse.”

The police never did hear the gunshots from before, but everyone within ten blocks heard Mick’s final, agonizing screams.

That One Night - Pills, Kills, and Wills (death)

[...posted by Ted H]

Aight, I can do one of a couple things tonight. I can either continue Safe Haven...or I can post something else, thus preventing myself from having too much drama come back to back. I went all of February going with the same theme. Figured I could change it up a bit from myself by posting a little piece from "That One Night"

...plus, I can give an example of the only rule I force upon myself when writing. I call it...

The Default Will Rule: When the story calls for an unimportant (even random) character to die in a trivial fashion, only serving to show off just how deadly/powerful the opposition is, that character shall be named "Will" and they will die the first time, every time.*

*Note: the characters named Will never need to be based off the actual Will the rule is named after. The only similarity is the name.

Anyway, this piece of the story shall show off not only how my Default Will Rule operates, but also just how bat shit insane this story can become...

enjoy...

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[That One Night - Marshall's Flashback]

[The main character and his friend (Marshall) are in a diner after the first major encounter with a malevolent shadow wraith. Marshall now goes on to talk about the history he's had with this wraith]

"How many more people are dead, Marshall?" I asked

“Three. When he killed Will, I knew I needed help with this. When the shadow wraith found me, I freaked. You have to understand, I thought I was rid of it. It just came out of nowhere one day, screaming at me, but only I could hear or see it. Can you imagine what its like living around something that is screaming at you 24/7? It never stopped. Day, night, weekends, even holidays, all it ever did was scream. I would be watching TV with my entire family and this thing would appear right in front of the screen, screaming bloody murder, and only I would see and hear it. Everyone else would just stare right though it as if it weren’t there, because to them there really was nothing there.

“It would toss things in my room around at night, sometimes throwing them into the wall and breaking them over my head. It would steal things from around the house and leave them in my room. One night, it actually took all the panties from my mothers room and stuffed them under my mattress. I had to try an sneak them back where they belong at two in the morning. Try explaining that one to a psychiatrist? ‘Well sir I don’t actually have a fetish with my mothers underwear, that’s actually the mischief of ghost from another world that only I can see and hear.’ Yeah, it was best to avoid that conversation.

“My parents grew concerned anyway, especially when I started screaming back at the wraith, and they called my case worker. He was a doctor of some crap from some crappy university, with a friendly “You can just call me Will” attitude that made me resent him even more. For this visit, he brought a bottle of pills which he pulled from his pocket. He fed me some bull shit like what I was experiencing wasn’t real, then tried to get me to swallow a couple of the pills from the bottle. He told me the pills would make everything better again, like it was really that fucking simple to end this. A wraith from another fucking realm was constantly in my face screaming and a bottle of pills were suppose to magically make everything sunshine and roses? If Will honestly believed that bull shit, then he was the one that needed psychiatric help.

“I ignored the pill offer, which caused Will to get more invasive about me having to eat them. Apparently he wasn’t offering me the pills so much as he was ordering me to take them. I told him to fuck off. Then he said he would have to get physical if I didn’t willingly take the pills. Now, Will was a fat sack of shit, with no real muscle tone to speak of, so I laughed off his little “threat” which apparently struck a chord with him because the next thing I knew, the fucker was on top of me.

“Will was on top of me in the most non sexual way you can get when you’ve got your fingers in another persons mouth. His hand was trying to pry my teeth open so he could shove those damn pills down my throat, and I made the mistake of underestimating this fat fucks fatness, so I was trapped under his weight with his fingers in my mouth (again: completely nonsexual). That’s when the wraith struck.

“I didn’t see it act, but I felt the freezing chill run through my spine, announcing His presence. One second, Will had me pinned down under all 300+ pounds of lard, the next, he was off me and airborne. Will flew across the room and slammed into the wall, then collapsed onto the floor. I ran over and asked if he was alright. He got back up and ignored me. At first I thought he was either disoriented or perhaps he thought I was the one that had thrown him and was mad now. Something was off though, and I knew it had 100% to do with the wraith.

“Will then turned to face me with a big smile on his face. He told he how he really wanted me to take the pills. He said it would make me very happy. “Look how happy you could be,” he said as he downed the entire bottle of pills and gave off the biggest smile he could. “Wait” he said through his grin “You can be happier than this, I’ll show you.“ He then grabbed his cheek and dug his fingers in, blood pouring down his face as he ripped. He pulled and yanked at the skin until he had ripped his entire cheek off. I could see every tooth all the way over the side of his face.

“He then did the same thing to the other side of his face until he had ripped both cheeks off. You could see all of his teeth and he really did look happy as a result, despite the blood now pouring from his head. “Look how happy I am,” he said before he reached into his bag and pulled out a Swiss army knife.

“I really didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run, call for help, do anything but just stand there. “Will, uh…please stop,” was all I could throw out there. “Stop?” Will responded “I haven’t been this happy in my entire life, why would I stop now?” he then started cutting around his head onto the back of his neck and back to the other side of his face so that his “smile” went all the way around his head.

“He then grabbed his jaw and yanked it downward. A wet pop sounded as his jaw now hung limp below his head, his tongue dangling down as blood and drool dripped from it and onto the floor. Will tried to laugh, but the gargling of blood rising from his throat kept cutting him off. He then started carving happy faces into his body, because apparently what he did to his head still didn’t quite portray how happy he was feeling. He was putting happy faces on his arms, legs, chest, hell, he even threw a few stabs into his crotch all while laughing up blood and bile from his mouth.

“There was no room on his body for any more stabbing, so Will started smearing his blood onto the walls to make happy faces. He then shoved his hand into his pants and into his ass and used his feces to make more happy faces. Apparently Will had become Bob Ross and needed just the right shade of brown to sufficiently spread equality in his world of the happy, bloody shit people.

“Eventually, enough blood poured out of Will and he fell over dead. At that point my dad busted down the door and saw what had happened. The timing was impeccable. My dad assumed what most normal people would assume: that I freaked out in a bad way and killed Will…then spread blood and feces on the walls because fuck conventional wisdom and common sense, I’m a loony! Next thing I knew, cops had arrived to arrest me. The officers took one look into the room where Will was and one of them ran off to puke somewhere. I didn’t blame him, what with the shit and the drying blood and the decomposing corpse, the room had become pretty rancid. The cops led me out of the house and towards their car. One threw me onto the hood to arrest me, not at all being gentle about it and he patted me down, which felt more like he was slapping me the entire time, especially in the crotch.

That‘s when the wraith appeared again, this time I could see Him. He floated right through both cops, neither one noticed it, and then disappeared again. Apparently I wasn’t gonna get the same daring rescue twice in one night. A second later tough, the cop arresting me was shot in the back of the head by his partner. He then laughed, put the gun in his own mouth and pulled the trigger again.

“Once again, I freaked, only this time I was running. I knew I needed additional help, and I wasn’t gonna get any at home. I jumped into my dad’s car. I knew he kept a spare key in the glove box so I quickly dug it out as fired up the engine. When I backed out of the driveway, I looked over to see both cops had gotten up. They weren’t coming after me though, one was yelling at the other over shooting him. Soon both of them had their pistols drawn and were shooting each other. I watched in horror for a moment while both cops riddled each other with bullets, stopped to reload while arguing, then picked up the shooting again, all as if it were normal for them.

No one else saw this. My parents heard the shots and stayed inside all to avoid possibly getting shot by a stray bullet, which was unnecessary since the cops were about three feet from each other, it would have been impossible for them to miss. My family didn’t see the truth and it was too dark for any neighbors to see it happen, so everyone thinks I killed all those people."