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pbenvin
10-17-2003, 05:17 AM
I nice short for the Halloween season......

Incapacitated
By Paul Benvin

ďWhat the fuck is going on?Ē

Just a few minutes before, John had been applying the final coat of paint to the once broken and decrepit rigging of the boiler. Straining to reach the last few inches, the shoddy ladder he was standing on gave way under the strain of his weight and sent him crashing to the unforgiving concrete below. Now he was sprawled out in this dank and musty basement, glaring up at the ceiling with eyes as big as saucers. His legs were crossed at the ankles and his arms were fanned out limply beside him, forming a grotesque recreation of the Crucifixion. His mind was racing, and for the life of him he could not come to terms with the realization that he couldnít move.

Water from the leaking pipes was slowly dripping, making slight Ping noises every time it hit the cold metal below. It was driving him insane, and if he could manage to get up off the floor he would put an abrupt halt to that annoying noise. But it was useless. Every time he tried he felt the familiar pins and needles coursing through his body, like when you sit on your foot too long and it falls asleep. The only thing he could do now was call for help, but even that was a stretch. No one would be able to hear him from down here, not over the clamorous din of the boilers. PSSSHH! Every time one of those monstrosities blew out steam he shut his eyes. It reminded him of a predator waiting for its prey to die so it could pounce with its razor sharp claws and jagged teeth. He was petrified, and in addition to the large black rat that was slowly making its way down one of the protruding beams toward him, he was completely alone.

It was famished. It hadnít eaten in nearly a week, and what it saw now looked like a fantastic meal. It could smell all that yummy meat, plump and juicy and just waiting to be devoured. As it scampered down to dinner itís fat body waddled back and forth, dragging behind it a thick beige tail. As it drew closer, it began to drool with ravenous anticipation. Just a few more feet and all the suffering would be over. It would finally be able to feast.

John was hyperventilating now, gasping for air in quick shallow breaths. His eyes were darting around the room in a desperate effort to find any means of getting out of this predicament, when suddenly he saw something just out of his field of vision. It was something black, and it was moving in his direction. Jesus, that thing is big. What is it? In his current mental state, it took his mind a few minutes to process what exactly it was he was looking at. When it finally clicked, he began to cry for the first time.

The rat was also breathing heavy now, but not from fright. It had reached Johnís feet, and now smelled him. Its shiny wet nose pulsated in and out with every intake of air, the shabby whiskers on its cheeks dripping with muck. It darted from one foot to another, giving his shoes cautionary licks to make sure they were not dangerous. Satisfied that they were harmless, it made its way around to Johnís exposed hand. As before it sniffed at the flesh, then began to lick between his fingers. Determined to kill the pain inside its stomach, it began to gnaw.

John could hear the rat eating his hand, and the sound made him sick. The hot dog he had for a snack just an hour ago made its way up through his esophagus and out his mouth, splattering on the ground next to his face. The rat smelled this and swiftly ran over to lap up the pool of vomit. As John began to sob uncontrollably, a thick stream of bile dripping from his mouth, the rat continued its feast. First his lower lip, then his upper lip, moving on to his eyes, until gradually most of Johnís face was gone. Large chunks of skin and muscle were gnashed away, exposing the glimmering bone beneath. Through the entire process John was awake and aware of what was taking place, only losing consciousness when the rat made itself visible again. The sight of this disgusting creature chewing on a portion of his body was just too much to handle. He fell into a pit of darkness and despair, never to wake again.

After finishing its gruesome buffet, the rat slowly cleaned itself and sauntered off. John, once a vivacious and striking young man, was now a gory manifestation. When he was found the next day, everyone was aghast at what they saw. The rotting corpse looked like it was smiling.

avenger00soul
10-17-2003, 07:37 AM
Wow, pretty fucking grotesque. A different kind of horror than I was expecting. Good job man.

pbenvin
10-17-2003, 11:45 AM
I'm glad you liked it.

Killer Clown#1
10-17-2003, 12:47 PM
Very graphic and entertaining story. Great job:)

The_Return
01-15-2005, 08:15 AM
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