So I've been tinkering with this idea for a little while now, I've actually planned this short story to be a possible prologue for a full length novel, I just wanted to share this with you fine people to see if it resonates and intrigues.
I'm looking forward to your reviews and hopefully one day soon The Slicers will be back in an even more gruesome way ;) The slicers By Elliott Thomas Keith sighed heavily as he killed the ignition of the Ford, its low purring ceased and he was left in silence. The tired man closed his eyes and raised a hand to pinch his nose for a moment before dropping it heavily to his lap. It had been quite a day at the office and all Keith wanted was some rest. He exhaled and opened his eyes, taking in the darkened garage, Keith noticed all the cars were parked in their usual spots, everybody was home. Keith was already plotting how to avoid human contact when the back door opened and his father Stanley wandered out. He was getting on now, Keith realized, noticing that what little hair the old man had left was completely white now; it gave Stanley a comical, clown like appearance and put Keith at ease instantly. Not caring about his plot anymore, Keith opened the door of his Ford and stepped out. He smiled as Stanley jumped slightly at the sight of the younger, more tired man. "Jesus, son," Stanley breathed roughly, "Don't fuckin scare me like that." "How did you not see me here?" Keith replied, "My car is right here." "I don't know and I don't care." Stanley brushed Keith's question aside, "Just don't do it!" Keith chuckled at Stanley's exasperation, "OK, dad." He acquiesced. Stanley nodded and crouched down to fish out a pair of shoes from his shoe-box; Stanley had a special shoe-box that no one was allowed to touch, lest they face the wrath of the old man. Although Stanley always insisted that he only kept shoes in there, Keith wondered, not for the first time, if he actually kept money or drugs in there. "Your mother wants to see you by the way." Stanley grunted, "Don't keep her waiting." "Yes, sir." Keith obeyed as he slipped off his sneakers and opened the back door. "See you inside, have fun with.... Whatever the hell you're doing." He finished with a smile. "Yeah, yeah, piss off." Stanley smiled back; Keith went inside, leaving the old man to his devices. Keith ambled through the house to where his mother sat ensconced watching TV. Yvonne's eyes were glued to the program she was currently addicted to, even as she grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on her lap, she did not waver in attention to the happenings on screen. "Hey, mom." Keith sighed tiredly as he came up near her, "Dad says you want to see me?" "Hey honey," Yvonne answered, attention still fixed on the screen. "Did you bring the sardines home?" "Crap." Keith groaned, "I completely forgot." Yvonne turned to face Keith, finally averting her eyes from the TV. "It's been a long day mom." Keith mumbled. "I promise I'll grab em tomorrow." Yvonne sensed her son's fatigue and her features softened, "It's ok sweetie, I only need them for Friday." Keith smiled weakly and rubbed his jaw, "Thanks mom, appreciate it." "Look whose home." A voice called from the hallway, Keith looked over and saw his brother Sam strutting into the room, a pompous look across his face. "Yeah, after a long day at work." Keith murmured. It wasn't as if Keith hated Sam, on the contrary, he loved his younger brother; it was just that Sam always tended to get difficult most hours of the day. "Well Mr. Workerman." Drawled Sam, "You should get in the shower and straight to bed, you probably need your beauty sleep." "Shut up Sam." Keith sighed, "Not in the mood." "Boys." Yvonne warned, "No fighting tonight, OK?" Sam looked like he was about to burst into a tirade, but he stopped himself and glanced over to his mother. "Yeah, yeah." He looked over at Keith and shrugged his shoulders. The argument wasn't over; it was just delayed for a short time. Keith pushed past his brother and made his way to his room, after gently closing the door, he flopped down onto his bed, utterly spent. Keith turned over onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow, he really should shower, but the call of sleep was intoxicating, maybe if he slept now, he'd be able to wake up early for a shower before work. His thoughts were interrupted by screaming. It was his mother. Keith twisted onto his back and bolted upright. "Mom?!" Keith yelled as he leapt to his feet, tiredness obliterated by adrenaline. There was a large thumping sound against the wall of Keith's room and more screaming before it was cut short, followed by an awful gurgling sound that froze Keith's blood. He grabbed the door handle and flung it open to see Sam in the hallway, breathing heavily, face smeared with blood. "Sam!" Keith cried out, "What the-" "Move!" Sam cut him off and roughly shoved Keith back into his room, "Get out now! Out the window!" Before Keith could gather his senses, Sam had slammed the door shut, Keith ran up to open it again and then cried out as he heard Sam begin to scream. There was a wet tearing sound that caused Keith to moan in terror, he frantically tried to open the door but something was blocking it. He felt something wet at his feet, he looked down and choked out a scream, blood was seeping through under the door. Whatever had happened, Keith felt his mother and Sam were no more. Keith stumbled backwards and turned to the window, he knew he had to escape. He bounded over and opened it up, thanking God he hadn't fixed his fly screen yet, and tumbled out into the darkness. Keith grunted as he fell awkwardly headlong and slammed into the grassy surface, elbows first. As he turned over onto his back, the window above him exploded as Sam's lifeless body was launched through. Blood and glass rained down upon the shaking Keith, he screamed again and crawled backwards in an attempt to get away from whoever had tossed his brother like a rag doll. "Sam!" Was all Keith could choke out before getting to his feet and running away, he couldn't face the fact Sam was hanging lifelessly there, but he was and Keith had to escape. Keith breathlessly took off around the back of the house; he needed to make his way to the garage to find his father. Keith bounded around the corner and came around the front of the house; he saw the garage was open, the light shining out to illuminate the driveway. "Dad!" Keith yelled over and over, praying he was alive. Keith's eyes darted from left to right, searching for a sign, and then he saw him, his father standing down the driveway. Keith yelled out and took off towards him, a well of happiness springing from his heart. As Keith neared his father, that happiness died, something was wrong; his father was walking strangely, like he was fighting with his own limbs. "Dad, what's wrong? What's happened?" But Keith would not get that answer. As the figure turned around he looked upon the horror of his father's face, it was being worn by the figure that was standing there so awkwardly. Keith's stomach dropped as he laid his eyes upon the abomination, this thing had taken his father's face and was now using it as a sickening skin mask, loose flaps of torn flesh hung all around and were haphazardly plastered to the skull of this being. Keith retched and cried out his father's name. He locked eyes with the wearer and saw they were a burning coal black, Keith's knees wobbled as he stepped backwards in fear of the creature. Before he could do anything else, he felt an intense sharp pain lance through the small of his back and then puncture through his stomach. With a terrible surprise, Keith looked down dumbly and saw a blade sticking out of the front of his shirt, covered in his own blood. He gurgled and spat dark, coppery tasting fluid before tumbling to the floor. Keith's vision began to blur as he saw the shoes of the person standing in front of him; they were joined by another pair, dark bloodstained boots, and then a third, high heels. Keith couldn't believe that his family was gone from this earth, but a part of him didn't mind as he realized with an awful finality he would be joining them quite soon. As Keith began to gurgle his final breath, the wearer of the cowboy boots approached his prone body and kicked him over onto his back. Keith looked up to the night sky and could see the blurry outline of the person standing over him, they wore a wide brimmed hat, a long coat and they held what looked like a sickle. Keith knew that they were going to take his face. He just hoped he'd be gone before the pain started. He got his wish as the figure crouched down and began to slice through flesh. The collection would grow.
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Erdwan
10/10/2016 10:42:41 pm
Holy crap this was intense! Looooooove it!!!!
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Lucas
10/19/2016 09:33:05 pm
Wow this was so scary but I loved it! Can't wait for more!
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Elliott Thomas is a native Sydney dweller who loves to write. No genre is off limits. That's all you need to know, carry on. Archive
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