Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25890122-20150612193531

I was at a party with some friends of mine a few years ago. The party was great, almost perfect if there was nobody burning the bathroom. We could seriously see the flashes of light from anywhere in the house because there was an Anarchist's Cookbook on one of the shelves, and someone was dumb enough to start making the recipies; they mainly made the tennis ball thing, so little to no damage was dealt. There were a lot of wierd books in this house. Claimed Necronomicons, the Anarchist's Cookbook, but the one that really caught my eye was called The Codex. It was probably more strange than any of the books here for multiple reasons. The Codex had a note written in parchment to never open The Codex, but my friends thought that it was just a scare tactic to protect some journal of imaginary adventures. Samuel decided to crack it open and ended up utterly confused. Every page was blank except for the last one, which just had one line of latin characters that I couldn't make out except for an "M", an "E", and a "T". All that I could tell was that this was not English. Samuel shut the book and almost instantly started acting wierd. He started floating and his eyes closed, both bearing tatoos that looked like vertical stitches.

"Sam, what are you doing?" I asked nervously as he started taking rattling breaths that were more than a little bit creepy

"I am Oracle of The Codex.  I bear prophecies," he replied in a monotonous voice that sounded like ten people talking at once.

I know Latin so I can roughly translate what the first message said, but not the second. Everyone could understand the third; it was in English. The first message basically said that I am the new holder of the codex and that two people will die because of their impulsiveness. The third said two things. "In twenty-seven years, 8 months, and 24 days, one more will take my place, and three people will die from the new curse.  Blindness by fire, Death by blindness," and with that, Sam returned to his normal self until he died ten minutes later when his heart, containing a piece of metal, cut through his lungs and up his throat. He died of suffocation before his heart, deflated and bloody, came out of his mouth.

Nathan on the other hand, died much more brutally. We thought that he was fine, and we were surprised that he was since the only other one that read the message in the codex died, but then his irises faded and his pupils started to dwindle until they were no more. Blood started to seep into his eyes without ever coming out as tears, and to be honest, I was terrified. We started to see a light where his tear duct would be, and we all thought that his eyes were returning to normal. We couldn't have been more wrong. Fire was burning his eyes, and nothing helped. If we used a fire extinguisher, it would keep on burning. There was nothing we could do to save him. When the fire stopped, all that was left were smoking holes with no expression left on his face. Then, his head started sinking in and a fine white powder started flowing through his eyes, nose and mouth while a light grey, thick, bloody liquid started pouring through all those openings and finally flattening his head. With his skull disintegrated and his brain liquefied, nobody spoke of Nathan since that incident with The Codex, and now I bear the burden of what will come in twenty-four years when another curse is released, ending three lives. 