Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28060931-20160825190002

Squirrels, and rabbits scattered in terror as the BMW sped by. Spruce trees frowned on either side of the road, and the night was as black as the inside of a wolf's mouth. The tires screeched, as the headlights revealed a black cat in the middle of the road. It ran off.

"Jesus Christ, that scared the shit out of me!" Kyle yelped.

"K, you need to chill to the fuck out, don't panic: we can not afford panic right now, got it?" said Lambert.

"Shit, did you see that?" John said.

"What? The cat?"

"No, the fucking collar: it's domestic – that means we're near a residential area."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Better out the headlights."

"Shit! Turn around, dammit. We're fucked, I wanna go home, have a few drinks, see momma, and..." Kyle gasped.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you pussy," Nicky slapped him; "It’s gonna be alright, so calm your ass. I'm here, and when I'm here, we won’t fuck up"

As the car turned a corner, a loud banging started.

"The hell is that. Did I hit something, has the bumper gone loose, and started banging against the car?" John said.

"What's that mumbling?"

"Fuck, it sounds muffled."

Every head turned around, and focused on the back of the car. John was the first to speak,

"It's coming from the trunk."

"Impossible!" Nicky shouted... "I cut his fucking balls off, and shoved them down his throat with my own fingers."

Kyle started hyperventilating.

"Look, K, we're going to cut off the fingers, pull out the teeth, and bury him somewhere where no person will find him; then, and only then, can we go to a bar, get drunk and hit on ladies, you'd like that -- wouldn't you?" John said.

"Y... ye- yes." he said through tears.

The sky was an empty void, the depths of the forest were an empty void: darkness seemed to enshroud the world, except a thick mist, that swallowed the road ahead. The tranquillity was unnerving, and c-

"The Fuck! what's that?" John hit the brakes, avoiding a cluster of mist in the centre of the road, and losing control of the car. It bumped into a tree.

"Did you see that?"

"What the fuck, Johnny, did you go down into insane valley with Kyle?" Nicky said.

"I saw a chick in rags, standing and gaping like a fucking drug addict."

“John, get a grip. It was an illusion, nothing else – you of all of us should know." Lambert barked.

"Let's bury him here -- desolate, convenient, and soil's good." They got out of the car.

A rumbling was heard in the distance, and it steadily approached the men. The fog was becoming brighter.

"A car is coming," whispered John, "Kyle, turn around, and pretend your taking a piss."

A dark car drove past. Lambert chocked, and his countenance became ghastly. When they saw the tail lights disappear, Nicky said.

"What happened to you? You look lime saw a ghost."

"Did you see the driver?"

"Fuck no, I don't need a drawing of me on every fucking lamp post in the country."

The banging became frantic, and the mumbling was now a distinct grunting.

"The driver... something. A pale, hollow face, dirty clothes, she -- it -- looked like a old lady, wrinkled. Sparse strands of hair. Greying. The eyes! Red, red like hell's fire, with hatred and death beaming out of them in shafts of horrible light."

"Hey, T.S. Elliot, stop messing and help us bury this shit... please." Nicky mumbled the last part.

"I'm not bullshiting!"

"Please," John pleaded. "We don't need this, this situation is fucking our brains up, let's do the job, and go for a drink, or ten."

Lambert began yelling. Nicky told him to shut up, but he did not: "I SAW SATAN, FUCKING SATAN. GET THE FUCK AWAY."

Nicky took a .44 cal. and knocked Lambert out with the butt end. After more dispute, they started digging a grave in the forest. They were in complete darkness; foliage, undergrowth, and spruce trees trapped them in a circle.

"Was it worth killing this guy?"

"He's still breathing, I think; however, if we continued to let him fuck around with L's girl, we'd all be six feet deep." John replied.

When they dug out a hole six feet deep, they went back to the car. They opened the trunk, a fat man, with missing testicles, and covered in blood – was flailing around, and spitting out blood in crimson waves of gore.

Nicky gave a battle cry, and charged at the guy – beating him until he broke a few bones. The man was chocking on the testicles in his oesophagus, and Nicky assisted him with a garrotte.

“Don't bother killing him, lets just burry him alive.” John said.

Kyle could not hold off when they reached the pit. He threw up. When the job was done, they looked around: the trees around them looked like phantoms in the mist, but all else was silent.

“Do you smell that? It's some kind of miasma.” John commented.

“Yeah, I smell it – can you smell it, Kyle?” Kyle mumbled a affirmation.

The mist all around them started glowing in a pulsating red, a snake-like whisper surrounded them, they could make out vague faces in the mist – leering faces. A silhouette of a human stepped out of the mist, the face had no eyes: just two, staring holes like a black lake that holds thousands of mysteries beneath the dark water – the figure was pale, and had rough hair running down to its hip.

Moss hung off its hands and face. Though the worst thing was the bloody aperture in its stomach, out of which four cords of intestine dropped out; one was wrapped around Lambert’s neck – dragging him along.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY. WHAT IS THIS SHIT? GOD HELP ME, WHAT IS IT, FOR FUCKS SAKE!” Kyle screamed. A cord of intestine sprang up and flew into Kyles mouth, who chocked to death.

''There has to be an explanation. There has to be a hallucinogen in the mist,'' John thought.

“Stay the fuck away, you hear me, you motherfucker.” Nicky said, pointing a gun at it. Another cord sprang from the ground and enwrapped Nicky’s hand, pulling it towards John.

“No – come on, Nicky, this shit isn't real, come on, you wouldn't look a friend in the eye and kill them. Nicky? Come the fuck on, mate!”

John tried to run away, but another cord of intestine flew at him, crashing into his ankle. He collapsed. Nicky's finger massaged the trigger.

“Sorry, John,” Nicky breathed, “If I don't, it'll kill me... Bye.”

“DROP THE FUCKING GUN! Can you not see this is a fucking delusion... JESUS! HELP ME FOR FUCKS SAKE, THERE'S A MANI-“

Bang.

Nicky saw nothing but a kaleidoscope of colors, as he was crushed by the cords of intestine. 