by lavender-riots » Sun Sep 04, 2011 12:24 pm
James Green was small to the point of being scrawny. He had scraggly brown hair that always fell into his eyes and was never well-cut. He always wore long-sleeved shirts and jeans, no matter what the weather was. James was abused by his family and by his schoolmates.
One day, James, not wanting to have his head pounded to a pulp before he got home, decided to walk through one of the back alleys. He purposefully chose an alley that was gated shut. This alley was also darker than the others. James had planned on using the shadows to hide in; he hadn't planned on things hiding in those same shadows. As he walked, James kept glancing back. He swore he could hear someone following him, but there was no one. Suddenly, he was jerked to a stop. Someone was holding on to his backpack. "Let go," he said, turning around. But there was no living person in sight. Instead, James found himself staring into the half-rotted face of one of his schoolmates.
"Why?" the dead boy asked. "Why should I, runt?" He absently plucked at an oozing sore on the side of his face as he spoke. He leaned closer to James. "Why?" he repeated.
James felt something fall onto his hand. He looked down. A maggot. James slipped out of his backpack and began running. The next thing he knew, he was hanging upside down by his ankle. The dead boy walked out from the shadows, holding James's backpack. "I think you left something, runt," he said. He placed the pack directly below James, who could feel the rope cutting through his skin. He felt something crawling on his arm and looked. A small, spider-like creature was crawling toward his face. He tried to fling it off, but it jumped to his cheek. It began crawling toward his mouth. Screaming, James tried to brush it off. He heard something splatter against the asphalt beneath him and looked down. The creature had fallen, but it was alive. James began screaming again. This time, the creature leapt straight for James's mouth. He felt it crawl down his throat and into his stomach.
"Now, you'll be just like us," the dead boy said, cutting James from the rope. James picked up his backpack and ran. But the alley didn't seem to end. It just grew longer the harder he ran. He could feel the thing moving inside him. James collapsed to his knees as the creature finished it's work.
Slowly, James rose to his feet. He could feel his flesh rotting as he moved, but that was okay. Nothing mattered now but the next victim.
Completely random story, probably not that great. Just came up with it on the spot. I have a better story that I'm writing on paper, but it's a little gory and violent to be posted here...Anyway, tell me what you think.
If I need to change any of the details, tell me and I will.
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