Ok, well I started it I guess.
Yeah started Cur 2 and it went about as well as it can be expected barely at half my usual output but it’s there. I can’t say it’s as good as Cur 1 for an opening by that I mean it’s boring-er and by that I mean Cur isn’t hacking people to pieces within the first few paragraphs.
I wanted to go for a more slow build, actually I have no idea why I’m talking about this now I should wait until I finish proofreading it, gonna shelve this now and talk about something else, save that for another blog.
So I saw that new M. Night Shamalamadingdong movie glass and it fucking sucked. Why is anyone surprised by this?
Actually nevermind, I’ll save that for a review. Translation; I started talking about it not wanting to do a full review – which then turned into a full review I cut out for another blog haha.
So other than writing Cur which I can’t talk about and watching Glass which I also can’t talk about I’ve been playing Vampyr by dontnod, prolific developer of the award winning millennial walking simulator Life is strange. And honestly I… actually never mind, I’ll save that for it’s own blog haha.
Yeah so.. bye! X’D
When the darkness faded, I opened my eyes. He was there.
“Come on, I wanna show you something.” A little boy with a bowl cut hairstyle was leading me down a tight white hallway.
There was a door; he wanted me to go through.
What was on the other side?
The door was huge; I could barely reach the handle. It was turning red, the door, it was melting.
What’s in there?
“A surprise. I did it for you.”
Shapes appeared in the red goo the door was turning into. A face was pushing through the malleable material.
It’s my face, it’s a mirror.
A sudden jolt and my face hit something hard and flat. I was thrust back into the land of the living rather unceremoniously.
My head hurt, I was still seeing spots, but that was all. There was something over my eyes. I could almost feel the veins in my neck; my brain hurt like someone had slam dunked it through a stained glass window.
There was something wet and warm on my face, getting colder. Shit, blood, it had to be blood. “I’m bleeding” I cried out to the dark, to no one in particular.
“Relax,” a woman’s voice said. “It’s just drool—you can wipe it off when we get there.”
“Get where?” I asked.
“Prom, of course,” Wendy said.
I tried to move but my hands were strapped to something at my side. But I could feel the car plaining over wet roads, felt it turning, stopping. We were moving.
“Don’t move, don’t be dumb.” Her voice was tight, stern with a bitter frosty bite. “Don’t bother screaming, we’ll just crank the radio up, the windows are tinted no one can see us in here.” There was a cool commanding calm in her voice.
“Wendy, what’s going on?”
She laughed. “What’s going on? We’re going to prom, didn’t I just say that?”
The car slowly ground to a halt and I heard the driver get out.
“Just gotta make a little stop along the way,” She added.
“I should’ve known it was you. My mom warned me about you; you’ve always been jealous of me. How did you know?” The jewelry on her arm jangled as she talked, no doubt gesturing to someone blindfolded. “I bet you felt really fucking clever, sending me those little notes… How clever do you feel now, huh?”
The passenger side door to my left opened and something big and heavy was slung at my side.
“Don’t make a fucking noise, puto, don’t make me shoot you!” a man’s voice said.
The door shut again and the large sack of potatoes started to writhe and make groaning grunting noises in the seat next to me.
“What the fuck Denny? I told you not to hurt him, he’s fucking bleeding!”
“I had to hit him with the gun, big white boy wouldn’t come on his own, thought he was a tough guy.”
“Now I’m gonna have to clean him up, you better not have got blood on his tux,” she screeched.
“What the hell’s going on? Is this a prank? It’s not very funny,” the potato sack said in between pained groans.
“Paul! Is that you?” I said.
“Diana? Are you—?” he said groggily.
“Just stay cool,” I said.
“What the hell, Di?” my boyfriend groaned.
“What’s going on is, I’m not going to let you white trash pieces of shit ruin my senior prom.” Wendy’s voice got fast and high pitch. “Already close to ruined; having it in that fucking laser arcade. I wanted it at the beach club, but noooo that wasn’t cool enough for little miss ‘ooh look at me I’m so quirky and interesting!” She made a clucking noise in her throat, as if trying to get more spit in her mouth. “Me being the great friend I am, let it slide, but no you gotta stab me in the back and try to ruin it with your little knife in the dark Marco polo horror movie bullshit!” She tutted “I wasn’t taking any chances after getting that second corny note so I had Denny camp out in my closet just in case and look who happened by.”
“Wendy?” Paul asked. “What’s she talking about? What’s going?”
“Would you just shut up, you fucking meat head daddy’s boy retard!” She sucked her gums “It was probably you who sent me that weird video at school trying to freak me out” She scoffed “and what a coincidence yours was the only locker without a head—I can’t believe I didn’t see it until now” She took a deep breath and filled herself with sweetness and light and said. “We’re gonna be there soon, and we’re all gonna dance and have a great time; and then me and Brody are going to be crowned prom king and queen and then—”
“Then what?” I asked.
She laughed and I could feel her shifting closer to me, the leather creaking under her toned brown buns.
Wendy took the sleep mask off my face and put a small gun to my head, my small James Bond-type weapon, to be precise. She looked over at Paul and squeezed her thin spider leg eyebrows as tight as they would go. “Oh, for fucks sake!” She tutted as she pulled a tissue from her purse She spat in it rubbing furiously at the small nick at the side of Paul’s head where Denny had hit him. She stepped back after she was done, to get a good look at him. “There, you look great” She sat back in her seat in the front of the limo, with the small purse pistol trained on us. Wendy was in a gold taffeta dress, looking like a real princess.
Paul was in the tux my ‘aunt’ had picked out for him, tied to one of the arm rests with a plastic zip tie, the same as I was. He was slowly fading in and out of consciousness, like he’d taken a hit of Nyquil and whiskey.
The interior of the limo was huge. The ceiling was much higher than I’d expect, and coming in at a cool five-three I could probably comfortably stand up inside. It was almost as wide as a standard bus, with black leather couches on all sides, and a large bar-like table with cushioned corners all the way around, stretching across the length of the interior. To top it off, there were blue strobe lights around the ceiling, making it look almost like a mini-traveling strip club. It was missing the stripper pole though. No fog machine either.
I was wearing one of Wendy’s hand-me down-dresses she’d worn to the homecoming dance last year. It was a mess of pink lace that looked like an explosion in a cotton candy factory. Insult to injury received. Pretty in pink my ass.
“You two make such a cute couple.” She smirked. She tapped the glass between the passenger compartment and the driver’s cab. “Denny, you’re driving like an old lady, are we there yet?”
Yeah well you can’t read this version because I said so, maybe I’ll give it away at the end of the year but only for people on my mailing list so there haha. But you can read the raw free version right here but don’t because it sucks.