Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24759772-20141101183119

Please Tell me what you think so far! I'll be adding more to it soon.

The Slashening

SLASH!

the bowie knife swings inches from Mark's face, and he stumbles back against the wall. The bright red gleaming eyes of the man's mask contrasts with the pale white zombie-like face, with a large, smiling mouth with sharp teeth plastered on it. The shiv covered in the blood of his friends swishes by Mark's face again, this time making a large gash across his cheek.

MARK

(puts his hand against his cheek)

"ARGHH!'

screams, and slides against the corner of the room, and collapses on the floor, sobbing. The murderer leans over him, tilts his head, then, draws his shiv above his head.

MARK

(clutches onto his cross pendant) said as he clutched onto his cross necklace.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:'CourierNew';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">SLASH!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mark suddenly found himself staring at an ornately designed carpet. He lifted his head, and realized he was laying down on the ground, with his ears ringing, and he was in an entirely different place.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As his ears stopped ringing, he could pick up  the sound of cheery muzak, and he took a gander at his surroundings, He seemed to be in some sort of hallway, with a floor of the ornate carpet that Mark had found his face in. The walls were plaster white, and the stucco ceiling had a line of bright yellow lamps, which led down to a dark green door. Mark shakily stood up, and brushed himself off, realizing that the rips on his clothing, and the bloodstains on his hands were gone. The only thing that seemed to still be there from his encounter with the murderer was the gash on his cheek, which started to hurt like hell, but when he put his hand against his cheek, he realized that it wasn't bleeding. He decided to walk to the door, and stumbled to it, still disoriented.When he reached it, he shakily turned the golden doorknob and opened the door.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He found himself in some kind of lobby, the source of the muzak, and a desk with a towering white mass of hair behind it. "Umm, excuse me?" Mark said. The hair turned around, and Mark saw a gnarled old woman, that had the face of a witch with a ridiculously long pointy nose and chin, but with a set of pink horn rimmed glasses set on the tip of her nose.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, a new arrival,” she said curtly.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wha-what is this place?” Mark stuttered out “Am I in Heaven?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Close... but no.” she said. She started typing on an old computer, the clicks rung in Mark’s ears. “Are you… Mark Kramer?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Y-y-es?” Mark said in astonishment.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“M’kay, so you’re from The Slashening. Ugh, I wish Sam Smith would just stop making films, they were stale 10 years ago, they’re stale now.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“The Sl-slashing?” Mark asked, even more confused.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ah yes, you must be confused, take a pamphlet from over there, then walk over from where you came from sweetie” She gestured over to a tray which had a shelf of pamphlets on it. Mark took one, then asked “where I came from?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know the door, you came into here from, just go through it, trust me.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mark went over to the door, and hesitantly turned the knob and slowly opened the door.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Bye mr. Kramer” the woman said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Like I said, this is not the full story, that's why it's a bit open ended, please tell me what you think so far though! <ac_metadata title="A New Story... Brace Yourselves"> </ac_metadata>