The 11th day

[flicko]

Ok, this is the first time I've been in this subforum, and obviously the first time I'm writing a story. So, I don't really know what to expect, but C&C are welcome.

 

 

Characters-

 

Anonymous- The main character, going throught the worst elevn days of his life possible. Completely reliable on his only compatriot, his pet miniature schnauzer.

 

Sandra- Mr Anonymous' mother, just recently met a new man after the death of her previous husband.

 

Tom- Sandras new boyfriend. Has had a rough history of drub abuse and crimelife. Apparently has changed his life and recently moved into town. Has a son.

 

Jerry- Tom's derranged son. Widely renowned for drug dealing and violence, bing drinking, under age sex, and also has a problem with anger. Is also renowned renowned for assaulting household pets.

 

Cassandra- Mr Anonymous' girlfriend, not the most trustworhty person.

 

Kaizer- Mr Anonymous' pet. His pride and joy. Four year old miniature schnauzer. Has a very sensitive anus!

 

Mitch- Big, receeding and pretty scary. A Policeman by trade.

 

Special agent Sudan- Private detective. Along with his carrot-topped ally they uncover crimes throughout the town.

 

Private detective Clara- Sudan's ally and partner. She has a major downside; she's ginger. Bless her.

 

 

More soon...

 

 

Chapters-

 

Chapter one, the beginning The main character's nightmares are over, but how did all of this happen. In this chapter he begins to relive the horrific incidents which occured.

 

Chapter two Something tragic had happened. And the main character was out for revenge.

 

Chapter three The search. Mr main charater is still out for revenge, and heads out into the town to get what he wants.

 

Chapter four The main character's quest makes a turn for the worse. Which in turn puts his life at risk. Can he survive?

 

Chapter five After a shock, the main character begins to imagine things. Things he wished were available.

 

Chapter six Now in hospital after a three day coma, the main character is comforted by his mother and asked what has happened. Will he tell the truth? Or will he tell a lie which could inevitbly end up with him in jail?

 

Chapter seven Everything's all coming together now. The fith day. Two detectives come to interview the main character, complete with a fw twists aswell.

 

Chapter eight Mr Anonymous blacks out. Wakes up and reaises he's suffering from amnesia. And then he has a flashback...

 

 

 

Eleven of the longest, most brutally agonising, endless lifeless days had passed. My mind was close to imploding. My body, so exhausted that I couldn't even be f*cked to exit my bed. My life felt like it was hanging onto its last limbs. Then it happened. The feeling was so immense I just forced myself out of my bed and into the bathroom. And then, without a moments pause, jubilation! The feeling was more pleasurable than sex, and more relieving than accomplishing a lifelong dream. The only remaining question now is, how did all this happen?

 

Three weeks had passed and I still had no idea what caused the unspeakable traumatising event that almost consumed my life. I was still wondering how such a thing could've happened. Never before, in 18 and a half years had I gone through that sort of, well, hell. And then it hit me. Instinct kicked in and I hit the bastard back. It was Jerry.

 

Forced to befriend him by my mother, my life took a turn for the worst. It all started a few weeks ago. My mother, who had been single for fourteen years, had finally met what seemed to be Mr right. However, there was a downfall to my mothers luck in fortune. Tom, the person my mother was seeing, had a son, Jerry. When she told me his name I had no idea who it was, but when I finally saw him I knew who it was. You can't forget the face of the biggest smack head in town. He had quite the reputation, constantly stoned, having sex with every girl who lays there eyes on him, that sort of stuff. I'd never spoken to him before and was pretty nervous to do so, but I had to. I walked up to him slowly, then we exchanged a few words and were on our way.

 

The next day, my mother was off work, and so was Tom, so they arranged a day out together. Unfortunately, because Tom didn't trust his son as far as he could throw him, he decided it would be best if Jerry were to stay at our house for the duration of the day. I tried my best to not let the inevitble happen, but to no avail. About an hour later he arrived, looking as scruffy as ever. It was alright up until the point where my mother and Tom went out, then it went silent. We were sat on either end of the sofa, both watching T.V, as quiet as a dead rat.

 

For the next three hours about three words were exchanged, we were watching Lee Evans XL tour at the time, so we spent most of the time laughing to ourselves. I have a pool table, and things were pretty dead, so I asked Jerry if he was up for game. He turned his head towards me, looked me up and down with his demonic eyes, and simply nodded his head, only once. He then sat up, as casual as my clothing style, and he slowly walked towards me, not taking his eyes off me. At this point I was racking the balls up, and when I finished I told him to break, which is what he did.

 

The game was going well, pretty even, and we started to talk a bit more. We were discussing how we felt about my mother and his father dating, and we were both pretty content with the outcome. I asked him where his mother was, and he replied saying that she lived on her own, after cheating on his father. The inevitible happened, and he asked me what had happened to my father. He had no idea that he'd passed away, and I didn't really want to tell him what really happened, as it's never been told to people outside the family. I just told him that he had died in a car crash, which was obviously a lie of great proportion.

 

We carried on playing until we were both on black, and it was my shot. Just as I was about to shoot, Jerry stopped me and told me that I better not pot the ball. I laughed as I thought it was a joke, and took my shot. The black ball took a ricochet off the side cushion, and nestled into the pocket. I looked victoriously at Jerry, who was stood there, staring at me like I'd just chopped his balls off. I looked at him for a few seconds, until he suddenly grabbed the white ball, and launched it at full power directly at my head. I was out for the count, and Jerry was in my house alone, unsupervised and, with his reputation, he was capable of anything.

 

To be continued...

 

Well that's sort of the first chapter, if you can call it that. Again, C&C are welcome.

 

 

 

 

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[upthespurs]

I liked it man, good work. Not sure about a smackhead lothario though...

 

Looking forward next chapter

[flicko]

 

I liked it man, good work. Not sure about a smackhead lothario though...

 

Looking forward next chapter 

If you lived where I lived, a smackhead lothario would be perfectly normal, it's full of them.

 

Thanks for the feedback.

 

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[galvanize]

wow I really really enjoyed this. I liek this whole literary fiction kinda thing

 

ps where do you live lol thats so full of lothario smackheads?

[Oblivionz]

I laughed at the end. Awesome, when's the next chapter?

[mark-2007]

Yeah, I'm also wondering where in England you're from where it is full of these ladies-man smackhead type of person you're on about... I'm guessing you support Liverpool from your sig, so are maybe from the area or maybe Croxteth?

 

Good opening by the way, different from what is normally seen. What type of story is it going to be, as in crime, humour, what?

[flicko]

 

I laughed at the end. Awesome, when's the next chapter?

All in due time, probably tomorrow infact.

 

@mark-2007- The team in my sig is actually Nottingham Forest. I know, hard to believe we graced the European cup, but as you can tell by the pictue, t'was a long time ago. I live near Nottingham, in a place called Shirebrook, almost everybody my age are full on smack heads, it's not a pleasent place to live, and has a completely sh*te reputation, hence the nickname sh*tebrook.

 

Smack head lotharios in Shirebrook are somewhat normal.

 

Again, thanks for the feedback.

Edited April 22, 2008 by flicko

[flicko]

Next chapter.

 

I awoke to the sound of my bellowing dog, Kaizer, who was outside at the time. Dazed, confused, and a little concust, I slowly stood up, and started walking towards the door. As I was walking, my head started to thump more and more, and, quite frankly, I had no idea what the f*ck had just happened. I opened the door, and was unpleasantly greeted with the smell of a dead animal, the scent was as strong as going into the bathroom after my dad had just had Mexican food, it was pretty unbearable. To my astonishment, my dog was just laying there, looking at me with his puppy eyes, and screaming at me at the same time. I wondered what had happened, then I noticed he was bleeding from his derriere.

 

At this point I panicked, my dog was my life, the sunny side to a dreadful day, my only real companion. My rock. I was devastated. But there was no time to think, I quickly ran over to him to see what was the problem, I lifted his tail up in the air to see if I could find the source to his bleeding problem, nothing. I looked around to see if I could see anything, at the far end of the garden was a wooden pole, smeared with blood and what looked to be something else, some sort of moist goo. I couldn't believe what had happened, some sick bastard had inserted the wooden pole into my dog's anus, sexually assaulted him, and left him for dead.

 

I quickly turned to Kaizer, who at this point had stopped screaming, but was still looking at me with his puppy eyes, as if he wanted me to put him out of his misery. Tears shot out of my eyes as quick as the anger grew in my head. I knew what I had to do. The tears were now overflowing at the thought of what was going to be the outcome in the next five minutes. Kneeling down on one knee, I stroked Kaizer's head slowly and softly, he licked my arm with his moist tongue, not only was his life was about to end.

 

My mother kept a handgun in the top cupboard, which is what I retrieved, then returned back to my dog. I kissed him on the head, and thanked him for the years of jubilation he brought into my world. The gun was planted on his head, with him still looking at me with those puppy eyes. Hesitantly, I pulled the trigger. It was a dud, which made the situation a whole lot worse and reduced me to uncontrollable tears. But, this had to be done, so I went to fetch more bullets from the cupboard. After returning with the bullets I witnessed my dog desperately trying to stand up. At this point a glimmer of hope entered my confused mind. I reacted by trying to aid him to stand, but noticed he was still bleeding. I then tried doggedly to cover up his wounds, picked him up, and made my way to the front door. He started screeching like a little girl, I tried desperately to ignore it, and sprinted out to the car.

 

Remembering that I'd forgot the keys, I immediatly ran into the house to get them, and ran straight back into the car, leaving the front door open in the process. I started the car up, put it in gear and headed off to the vets. I was driving at speeds which were simply unheard of in a Fiat Punto, running red lights in the process. As soon as I got to the vets I opened the door, grabbed Kaizer and headed in, again leaving the doors open. I completely ignored the receptionist, slammed open the doors to where the vet was, pushed a rabbit, who was being seen to, off the table and screamed for help. Assistants ran into the room and tried desperately to escort me outside to wait. Eventually I did so, as I awaited the outcome of my dog. Walking up and down constantly, the nerves were so intense, I then sat down, put my head in my hands and cried again.

 

Fourty five of the most elongated minutes imaginable had passed, and still no sign of any news. Then the vets door opened, an the receptionist came out, and told me to come in, which is what I did. When I entered my dog was under anaesthetic, and was covered in a blanket. The vet sat me down, and tried to explain what was wrong. I couldn't wait no more and just asked loudly if Kaizer as going to be alright. The vet took what seemed an eternity to reply, and explained to me that he must be put down. My heart literally stopped, I gulped, shaking like a leaf in winters breeze, nodded my head hesitantly, wiped away a tear and stood up. Stroking Kaizer I said my final goodbye, and exited the room, trying unsuccessfully to hold in my emotions.

 

And that was it, he was gone, and he was never coming back. A thousand toughts going through my head were all narrowed down to one, Jerry. I knew his reputation was pretty sickening, but sexually assaulting housedold pets then leaving them for dead? Even I thought this was beyond Jerry. Every Friday night I used to see him on the park, bong in one hand, and a beautiful blonde firmly grasped in his other hand, aswell as a group of skinheads all trailing behind him. He had to be at the front. Everytime I walked by him the look I received was as evil as crucifying a new born child, it was like he had something in for me, like he held a grudge of a tremendous magnitude. What the f*ck had I done to him? nothing. That was about to change.

 

I quickly entered my car, and drove straight home, at the same intensity as I had drove to the vets. The front door was still open, and I entered the house. The right thing I could've one was to phone my mother and tell her what had happened, but I was simply too enraged to do so, Jerry needed to suffer the way my dog had suffered, something clicked inside and that was it, I was out for the bastard. I removed the blood from my own wounds, wrapped my head in a bandage and washed my hands and fecthed the handgun. Completely traumatised, incredibly infuriated, emotionless, careless, and with the handgun firmly in my grasp, I headed out the front door.

 

Again C&C welcome.

 

 

 

 

[Pat]

Is this your first story? If so, I can say without a doubt that you have talent.

 

It's been a while since I've seen a novice post a story that I couldn't find anything wrong with. Cudos.

[galvanize]

Class my good freind class lol

[Oxidizer]

What Pat said. If this is your first story, I'm envious of your talent. Wicked job mate.

 

Also, bonus points for smackheads and inserting wooden poles into dogs' anuses.

[Chickstick]

Nice, flicko. I never had you down as a writer, but that was impressive considering how that was your first story. I look forward to hopefully seeing more stuff from you, mate.

[flicko]

 

Is this your first story? If so, I can say without a doubt that you have talent.

 

It's been a while since I've seen a novice post a story that I couldn't find anything wrong with. Cudos. 

Well aside from school assignments obviously, this is the first time I've decided to write a story, thanks for the positive feedback.

 

@Oxidixer, Thanks mate, indifferent goings on and crazy happenings always make a story that little bit more interesting.

 

@Chickstick- Tbh neither did I, a basic idea popped into my head, which has turned out to be this story.

 

Thanks all for the feedback, the next chapter will be up tomorrow hopefully.

 

Edit- Busy weekend ahead, next chapter won't be up until Monday at least.

Edited March 7, 2008 by flicko

[Typhus]

Yes. Very good story. But as someone you dislike that means very little.

But do try to keep at it. It must be nice to get feedback.

[flicko]

Next chapter.

 

I stood there. Motionless. Looking around confused and appauled. My nextdoor neighbour, whom I'd known for many a year was on the garden washing her car, she saw me and peered over the fence. I turned to her, to see that she was looking bewilderingly at my left hand, in which the handgun was located. I took a long, evil, satanic look into her gullable eyes, and she turned away, and simply but stiffly, walked into her house slower than a snail with parkinson's disease.

 

My head was all over the place, Jerry consumed the vast majority of my thoughts, the rest I was grieving for my innocent, brutally assaulted dog. Why the f*ck would he do such a thing? why the f*ck would any human do this sort of thing to that matter? the level of atrosity of what I had witnessed was beyond all belief, never in my life had I met such a lifeless, inhumanely rotten pathetic individual. I'd seen some pretty mind blowingly body churning things on the internet, but for an obvious reason, for it to happen in real life is actually unthinkable to a tremendous degree, and was very difficult to react to.

 

The only reaction I could bring myself to doing was to completely torture the terrible excuse for a human that is Jerry, and wondering where the f*ck he could be. After quite some time stood still at the front door, I noticed neighours were getting alarmed, so decided to act. Thinking of my past encounters with Jerry and his posse, the only option I thought I could find him was at the park. Again, leaving the front door wide open, I entered the car, which still had the keys inside. I carefully placed the gun in the glove compartment as I started the car up. I was so sad about my lost companion that tears were no longer possible, a regulation sized swimming pool could've been used for my tears. I quickly drove the car to the end of the street, and never even looked both ways as I turned out, to the incessive sound of multiple horns. Unmoved, I avoided the cars and ignored the enraged drivers as I headed towards the park.

 

Driving at speeds a supercar would be proud of, my nineteen ninety eight Fiat Punto inevitibly malfunctioned, and broke down. My grandma, fourteen thousand miles away in Australia would've heard the epic "f*ck" I balled out, it almost caused a crash fifty yards down the road. Luckily I wasn't too far away from the park, so I set out on foot, with the handgun nestled in the inner pocket of my jacket. Keeping my hand in firm grip of the gun, with my head looking at my feet, I headed towards the park.

 

Five short minutes had passed, and I had reached the park, which had unfortunately attracted the attention of the police. Intrigued to see why the police were on the park, I hesitantly headed over to where they were. It was Jerry's posse, and it looked like they had been caught with some drugs. So, I waited beside a tree at the edge of the park until the police had gone. Unfortunately, I was waiting over an hour until they decided to make a move, and even more unfortunately, the the police took five of Jerry's friend into there riot van, leaving only two girls to interrogate, which is what I had high intentions of doing.

 

The policemen walked over to me after the group of infidels were in the van. They asked me what I was doing, and I simply told them to f*ck off, which wasn't the best option in the World. Because the police were the law, and were simply "placed much further up in the hierarchical structure than any other civilian", they thought they'd have some fun with me. One of them walked over to me slowly while the other one stood and watched. I smiled as I looked at the one at the back, which somewhat provoked the other one, who inadvertanly belted me in the bollocks with his truncheon. I'll tell you, it f*cking hurt, but I showed no emotion, and simply gazed at the officer, who looked at me in shock. Still with my left hand in my jacket, the other bastard excuse for the law asked me what I had in my jacket.

 

I thought they'd got me, and I had to react quick, so I told them that the youths in the riot van were breaking out of it, which made both the policemen turn around. Luckily, the youths were actually trying to break out of the riot van, which made the police run towards them. Relieved, I then made a move for the two left over people from the group, but unfortunately, they had left the park.

 

There are four exits on the park, and I had to pick one to go through, but, before I had time to, one of the girls suddenly reappeared back onto the park. The park was full of people, so I had to be pretty stealthy. I strolled up to the girl and asked her if she could show me how to get onto a street just near the park. I knew the street very well, and I was easily capable of going to it without help. The girl, who I'd actually seen a couple of times at college, reluctantly agreed to show me. Just as she was walking to the spot, I thrusted the gun hard into her back, and told her to hastily move into a confined space, away from any human.

 

As we approached a confined location, the girl screamed at the top of her voice, claiming that I was trying to rape her. I immediatly grabbed her mouth and whispered into her ear, and I told her that rape wouldn't be the only thing I would do to her, if she didn't comply with what I wanted. Worried the girl's screams had attracted unwanted atention, I pushed her to make her jog. We approached some bushes, with my hand still over her mouth and the gun still firmly penetrated into her back.

 

After we made it to the bushes, I removed my hand and the gun from the girl. I then asked her where the f*ck Jerry was, and she failed to reply. I then asked her again, in a much deeper and threatening tone, she still failed to reply and even had the audacity to look away from me, as if to show she wasn't bothered about the fact I had a handgun. I knew she was, she was shaking like a camper who'd just caught hyperthermia, which gave me the inspiration to charge up to her, and deeply thrust the gun down her little throat. I then screamed at her and asked where the f*ck Jerry was, and I told her if she didn't reply, I'd shag her sh*tless then blow her brains out. She took a massive gulp, and then pissed herself uncontrollably.

 

At this point I removed the gun, and the girl told me that Jerry was out down town with some sleasy slapper he'd met earlier in the day. Turns out, the sleasy slapper Jerry was with was the girl I was supposed to be seeing, Cassandra, which enraged me even more. I turned my head and punched a tree, which no doubt broke my wrist, but I hardly reacted. The girl then kicked me in the bollocks and elbowed me in the face, she then went for me again but I held my hand up to my face, to protect myself. The girl connected with my hand and knocked the gun onto the floor. I panicked, and tried to bend down to retrieve the gun. Unfortunately, the girl had already taken the opportunity and had the gun in her grip. Now she was in charge.

Edited March 8, 2008 by flicko

[mark-2007]

Nice, good twist at the end of the chapter there. Keep it up

 

Flicko: Was that in the late 70s? And never new Nottingham was that bad; there's a load of drug takers at my college, but no heroin addicts.

Edited March 7, 2008 by mark-2007

[Chickstick]

It's shaping up nicely, flicko. Interesting narrative and interesting characters, not much else I could ask for really. Keep it up.

[flicko]

 

Nice, good twist at the end of the chapter there. Keep it up

 

Flicko: Was that in the late 70s? And never new Nottingham was that bad; there's a load of drug takers at my college, but no heroin addicts.

Late 70's early 80's. Yeah Nottingham's pretty bad, maybe I over exaggerated a little when I said nearly everybody my age are smack heads, but a vast majority are. Whenever I go to watch Nottingham Forest play I go through a rough area and see 10 year olds literally pissed out of there face.

 

Thanks for all the feedback.

[Oxidizer]

/Offers an aww in reaction to how much the dog meant to Mr. Main Character.

 

And guns! SQUEE!

[flicko]

/Offers an aww in reaction to how much the dog meant to Mr. Main Character.

 

And guns! SQUEE!

Lol, I'm trying to add a bit of everything into it.

[galvanize]

wens next chapter. I'm preety much bumming over this

[flicko]

Next paragraph, considerably shorter than the last, and all the other previous paragraphs, but still.

 

My ninety pound mish mash jeans, torn, completely covered up with dirt and literally ruined. My seventy five pound adidas Porsche design trainers, from which I'd spent six months saving for, ruined. My left wrist, consumed by splinters, completely shattered and in immense pain. The girl I was supposed to be seeing, playing around with the bastard who sexually assaulted my innocent, now deceased dog. My head, all over the place and at this point severely concuss. My ninety ninety eight Fiat Punto, broken down and vulnerable to anybody who passes it. My mothers house, also vulnerable to people who pass it. My identity, no doubt a target point for police. My bollocks, now certainly infertile from all the blows I'd taken. But I didn't care, I had no time to care, I mean, I was staring down the barrel of a fully loaded handgun, which was in the hands of one of the allies of the biggest smack head in town. In short, I was about to die.

 

The girl, no doubt pilled out of her face, was screaming into my ear, and she kept saying that she was glad Jerry was f*cking off with my girl, and that she'd killed somebody before with a handgun, and she'd love to do it again. I knew this girl had a mind as sick as Jerry's actions when she explained to me how amazing it felt to kill somebody, and how she'd craved to do it again and again and again. Expecting me to beg, the girl constantly threatened to pull the trigger, but I did not budge, I simply laid there, almost waiting for her to kill me.

 

The girl frowned, By looking into her eyes I could sense the fear she contained, and I noticed a flaw in her threats when I asked her to explain how she killed her last victim again, and she replied by saying she stabbed him in the heart. Remembering that about five minutes prior to this she allegedly shot her last victim with a handgun, I knew she was lying. But I said nothing, and played along. Nothing was said for the next five minutes, with each of us staring into each other's eyes. Then suddenly, I started laughing, she told me to shut the f*ck up, I alternatively increased the volume, so much so, that the girl actually pulled the trigger on me.

 

Fortunately, she blew my foot off, not my brains. Still, the excruciatingly agonisng pain only added to the pain I was already suffering from. I did nothing but scream for at least twenty minutes, until the shock that my foot had just been blown to pieces kicked in, and I suddenly stopped screaming. The only action my body allowed me to do was to rock back and forth, shaking like an O.A.P on the toilet. My face turned blue, and if action wasn't taken quickly, I was about to bleed to death. Pain in my wrist, foot and head, both physically and mentally was no longer there.

 

At this point, my hysterical pupils looked up to the girl, who at this point released the grip of her gun. She looked down at me, completely sh*t herself and made a run for it, wet pants and all. Now sat there rocking back and forth, I desperately tried to reach for my phone which was located in my back pocket. As I reached for the gun, a sharp pain shot through my entire spine, and my nerves were acting epileptic on me. Now lifeless, in so much pain the feeling was no longer there, and literally bleeding to death, my vision began to shorten. With one massive shout I grabbed the phone out of my back pocket. The f*cking battery had gone. My life was over, the worst day of my life was about to end in the worst possible way. And then I saw them, and blacked out.

 

Not as good as previous chapters imo, call it writer's block.

Edited March 11, 2008 by flicko

[Chickstick]

Next paragraph, considerably shorter than the last, and all the other previous paragraphs, but still.

Ha ha, don't worry about that. It's quality, not quantity.

 

And quality you have, my friend. Keep going with this.

[mark-2007]

I loved it... again!

 

I'd seriously never be able to tell you had writer's block. It may have been shorter but it was just as good as the other chapters, and I love it how you end each chapter with a cliffhanger.

[Oxidizer]

Wicked as usual! Some well funny phrases in there, like the OAP bit.

 

You officially got yourself a new fan in Oxi.

[flicko]

Thanks for the kind words, guys.

 

Edit- And I've just realised I called the next chapter the next paragraph, lol.

Edited March 11, 2008 by flicko

[flicko]

Next chapter.

 

What the f*ck had happened? I awoke, laying there in the midst of nowhere on an empty field. The atmosphere was as dead as the skin on the end of the bottom of my feet. Quite remarkably, my foot was in tact, as well as my wrist, which was now not broke and fully functioning, my bollocks were no longer in pain and I was no longer concussed. And what's even weirder? I was fully naked. I stood up frantically, and, with a lot of speed, rotated my head constantly, looking for, well, anything moving or architectural. Nothing.

 

For several hours I searched high and low in the remote destination I found myself in, having no idea what on Earth was going on. In the distant I heard a vivid, unclear groan, which sounded like an animal, so instantly I ran towards the noise. It became louder and louder as I ran faster and faster towards it, and then it just stopped. But I carried on running, and then it came back again, but was coming from behind me, and this time it was no groan, but a fierce growl. Turning my head as slow as a snail on beta blockers, I saw him. To my disbelief, there he was, standing there, staring into my eyes. It was Kaizer.

 

I rubbed my eyes until it hurt, and then opened them again, Kaizer was still there, and he nervously started edging towards me, as if to say that he was alive, and he'd found me. Again I rapidly turned my head in every direction, and gave my eyes a more convicting rub, to the point that tears shot out of them both. Kaizer was still there, still staring at me. I slowly and hesitantly lowered myself until I was on my knees; Kaizer was so close to me I could touch him, which is, eventually, what I did. The joy and relief shown as Kaizer waggled his tail uncontrollably, my mouth quickly widened as I smiled, I'd never been happier, how on Earth could this have happened? My only answer, the act of God. We started play fighting like we used to, he kept nibbling my ear and licking it at the same time, it made me piss, felt quite good as well. Then, with no intentions, I quickly turned around and flung him onto my belly. We were so happy, I was laughing through the joy I felt inside, I just had to let it out, I hugged Kaizer and kissed him constantly, with him still waggling his tail all over the place. He started barking, I knew he was happy, tears shot out of my eyes, my life had actually taken a turn for the better. All the pain and suffering I went through was worth it, my dog was back.

 

And then, as me and Kaizer were relaxing after our little wrestle, I heard vivid laugh, it sounded like two little girls. I shot up, and took a look around; out of nowhere was a tree, an Oak tree to be exact. So I stood onto my feet, and headed over towards it. I shouted Kaizer to come along, he'd usually bark when I gave him an order, but this time he didn't so I turned around. He was looking at me with his puppy eyes, and then he suddenly changed, he changed back into the dog I last saw him as, the brutally assaulted, left for dead state, with dry blood all over his little body. He then turned around, and walked away into the distance. As he turned around I could see the splinters, and his clearly widened anus. I heaved, and covered my mouth with my left hand, which was now shattered and broke again. I tried desperately to catch up to Kaizer, but my miraculously healed foot, was now blown to pieces, what the f*ck was happening? Unaware, I tried to walk on it, but to no avail, the pain was unbearable and sent me tumbling back down to the floor.

 

My head was now concussing again, and I had the worst migraine imaginable. But I still tried to crawl after my now disappeared dog. So much so, that the blood trail I left behind from my half detached foot would generate a human body for at least a year. Then I gave in, and lay there, dying. I had lost track of everything, my feelings, my mind, and gradually, my life. Suddenly, I heard laughter again, until it was so loud I felt I could touch the girls. My eyes, which were severely blurry, looked around to see life; I was too weak to sit up. Then I felt the warmth of a human body, somebody was stroking my cheek, I begged them to help me, the tone of my voice was as distorted as a throat cancer victim. But the person heard my cry for help, and responded, saying that he'd go fetch help.

 

The voice sounded familiar, but my head was too f*cked up to identify who it was. And then, after some ill-defined thought, it hit me. IT WAS f*ckING JERRY. Unbelievable. Desperately I tried to grab the bastard; I just had to kill the c*nt. Unfortunately, like a flash, he'd gone.

 

And then, out of the blue, the field I was laid in started to deteriorate from underneath me, everything was turning black, until, eternal darkness. About five minutes later, I heard shouts from every angle, yet my brain refused to let my eyes open, until I felt a sharp pain shoot through my entire body, and they opened. I was there, staring into my mother's and Tom's eyes, as well as a doctor, who were all at my bedside. They explained to me that after I had blacked out, Jerry and Cassandra found me and rushed me to A&E, and consequently saved my life. Everything I had just witnessed and gone through was a nightmare, a nightmare to remind me of the actual nightmare I was still suffering from. How much more f*cked up can the situation get?

[Oxidizer]

I swear I have dementia. I read this but forgot to leave feedback - which is becoming a habit of mine.

 

Yay! Kaizer was back! With and without a busted a-hole! And that was a awesome nightmare. I only ever see stuff like that when overdosing on LSD. I like.

 

There's gonna be more, right?

[Chickstick]

There's gonna be more, right?

I bloody hope so.

 

Entertaining as always, flicko. I like where you're going with this.

[flicko]

 

There's gonna be more, right?

I bloody hope so.

There certainly will be more.

 

However, I feel I've only got a couple of followers. Never the less, thanks for the comments, makes me continue writing. the next chapter will be up in the next few days.