Squirt “Alrighty, kiddo, time for bed!”Squirt by Geli-K
“But Mom!” Ryan squirmed in Kat’s arms as she carried him over her shoulder into his tiny closet of a bedroom, pummelling her back with his tiny fists. “Bunny and Saul get to stay up late!”
“Well, I’m not their mother!” Kat dropped Ryan gracelessly onto the bed. The springs creaked and groaned as he bounced. “Don’t whine! It’s seven o’clock, and we both know what that means.”
“Time to shut my mouth and shut my eyes, I know!” Ryan sighed with all the dignity his six-year-old self could muster and pushed his mop of black hair from his face. “Tell me a story, Mom? Please?”
“If you wanted one, you should’a asked half an hour ago, Squirt.” Kat grinned and put her hands on her hips. “Did you have a
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Chapter 4 (Madhouse Funhouse) FunTime Amusement ParkChapter 4 (Madhouse Funhouse) by Geli-K
June 12, 2014
Lynn seems nice. She smiles a lot.
I’m pretty sure she’s been flirting with me. I don’t have a problem with it or anything like that, I just don’t swing that way. I’ll figure out a way to let her down gently if she keeps it up.
It’s lunchtime. We’re eating pizza. I’ve noticed that Lynn is very meticulous about it. This is some of the sloppiest pizza in the universe, and she somehow has managed to keep her face, fingers and clothes clean. I’m impressed.
“Teach me your ways, Obi Wan,” I say. My hands are stained orange and I even dropped a piece of pepperoni on one of my knees.
Chapter 3 (Madhouse Funhouse) 776 Lake St.Chapter 3 (Madhouse Funhouse) by Geli-K
June 12, 2014
I wake up, stretch, and go to launder my underwear before I get dressed. I step over the body in the basement before I drop my old clothes in the washer-dryer and start it up.
While I wait, I make myself something to drink. I have not had good coffee in years. The stuff they had at the institution was essentially brown sludge.
I roll it around in my mouth and swallow with a huge sigh. It tastes like midnight. Delicious. I check the brand and make a mental note to buy some more, when I leave this town. I obviously cannot stay here.
Yesterday’s newspaper is lying on the table. It is open to an article that has information about aggression and hunting patte
“Ready or not, here I come!”
Shit! Is the five minutes up already?
She’s coming to get me.
I can feel blisters forming on the balls of my feet and my heels and the tips of my toes. I am nowhere near finding any of my coworkers. There are nine of them to find, and I need to do it fast.
Seven, I correct myself. My throat tightens with remorse. Only seven.
She’s coming to get me.
My hands are clenched around the baseball bat and shaking. My knees feel wobbly. Oh god! She’s coming to get me!
Lizzie flashed in my head. Her body was damaged beyond repair by the time I got there. Deep cuts oozing blood. Large, dark bruises. I think her arm was broken, judging by the awkward way it was held behind her back. All I can think of is the way that her blood spilled over her bleached blonde hair, thick and dark red.
I lean against the wall and slump down to the floor. Lynn’s… no, Lynette’s… betrayal hurts worse than a knife wound. She had pretended to help me, pretended to be my friend! We had only known each other for a day, but I had actually liked her!
When I feel tears roll down my cheeks I shake my head and jump up. No time for weakness. Not now. Not until this is over.
Will I have to kill Lynette?
Let’s put off that thought for another time.
My terrified brain began to imagine noises, again. I’m not sure if the awful music was better or worse than the silence that creeps in and itches at the back of my neck.
I keep my steps silent and bite my lip as I peer into each room. I long to be able to run, but it’s much too loud. Lynette would hear my feet pounding on the floor.
I pull off my backpack and quickly switch my sneakers out for my rollerblades. Just by strapping them on my feet, I feel better. More confident. Like I might just maybe have a chance to win this insane game.
I hear a thump, like something heavy falling to the floor. Instinct screams for me to whip around and skate away in the opposite direction, but I push the thought away. It might be one of my friends.
I slide along the wall as softly as I can, thanking the higher powers that I had gotten the squeaky ball-bearing fixed in my skates.
I think the sound came from this door. It’s open just a crack. I push it open with a finger and slowly peer inside.
In the corner, surrounded by smears of blood, is a figure curled up into itself. I zip over and kneel down. Who is it?
I see the mop of red hair.
“James!” I reach for him and take his shoulders. “James, it’s me!”
He groans and jerks away. My heart breaks when I hear him start to sob. I reach behind his head and remove the gag.
“Please don’t hurt me,” he whispers. “I don’t want to die.”
“James, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s me, Charlie!”
“Ch-Charlie?” He opens his eyes wide. “Charlie… Run…”
“Not until I get you out of here, James. C’mon, is anything broken?” I fumble with the bungee cords and ropes that bind his hands and legs.
“S-some fingers are broken, b-but that’s it,” he stammers. “Ch-Charlie… Lynette… she…”
“I know,” I say. “I know. She’s…” I can’t quite figure out how to phrase what she is, exactly, so I let the matter lie. “James, you need to get out of here. Find help.”
“She… smashed our phones…”
“I just… finished paying off the debt…”
I sighed. “James, you’re in shock. Can you walk?”
“I… I think so…”
I get to my feet and help him to his. He wobbles uncertainly and clings to my shoulder, leaving a darker smear on my red jacket where his bloody hand rubs across.
I slowly back away from him, leaving him to stand on his own. “You alright?”
“Of course not,” he says almost dreamily. “I’m not alright.”
“Sorry, stupid question… I meant, can you stand alright?”
“I… I guess…” He looks up to me, his blue eyes wide, round and frightened. “Charlie, I’m scared…”
“James,” I say, “you have to run.”
He cradles his hands to his chest. “But what about… you?”
“I’ll be fine. I have to stay here for a while. You have to run.”
My voice had a certain edge to it that he couldn’t muster the will to question. He nodded and left the room at a limping jog. I stood there with my shoulders slumped until I can no longer hear his footsteps.
Chapter 13 (Madhouse Funhouse) 9:57 P.M.
Charlie’s expression was absolutely priceless as she finally puts the pieces together. This is what I live for. The shock in their eyes as they realize that I was not their friend, I never had been. The horror in their expressions as I smile at them and draw my knife.
The emotions in Charlie’s eyes faded quickly. Now, they are dead. Blank.
Her gaze flicks over to Lizzie. It is the only evidence that the gears are still turning in her head. I honestly do not see why she is so concerned about that other girl. She is annoying and wears tacky, chipped nail polish.
“Why have you singled me out?” she asks. I open my mouth and she cuts me off with, “I know you say I’m “interesting”, but big deal. A turtle can be interesting. Why are you doing this?
Hey, my name is Geli. I'm a teenager. I really like to draw cartoons and write. I can pretend that I know how to play the piano. That's about it.|
When I grow up, I want to be a cartoonist/ writer more then anything, but hey, things change, and anything can happen!
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