Chapter XV
Qualik
HDM: so, I'm taking it that some of you like the new story and some aren't reviewing...you make me mad...for that I will not give a happy ending! Muahaha! I have total power! :gets a note: Oh, I was gonna do it anyway but now you're asking for it! muahahahaha! soooo much power! Forgive me it's 12:30 I'm writing this and I'm working off rage!
A week later...Dream Time! whoop!
I am in an empty white washed room with no windows or a door to be seen. There's no one around except for myself...I feel almost deserted. I shout continuously 'Is anybody here?' for a while but no one replied.
Then, I hear someone whimpering. I look to see a small child in a corner. I walk over the child; the little kid looks like a boy but I can't see his face. "Are you alright?" I ask the stranger. I gently move the child so I can see its face. I jump back out of fear and out of instinct. What the flying fuck is wrong with this kid!
The kid's eyes were gouged out and the sides of his mouth are crudely sliced and stitched. Worms and maggots feast in the caverns of his hollow eyes. "Don't feed it..." the boy rasps. "Wh-what?" I stutter. The grotesque child coughs up maggots and blood. "You'll end up like...me" he gasps for more air but keeps choking on the worms.
"Who is this It and how did you end up like this?" I question the boy, "Answer me! What's going to happen to me if I don't stop?"
End of Dream, Phew!
I spring out of bed and gasp for air. I can feel cold and clammy sweat rolling down my face and chest. What the fuck was that? I don't think I want to sleep anymore. Is that some sort of...sign? No, it can't be...it was just a dream...a really fucked up dream. I look to see that it's seven thirty. Shit, I'm going to be late. I spray some Axe and throw on a shirt and ripped up jeans. I slip on my shoes and look in the mirror.
I rub my face and feel rough stubble of facial hair growing. Screw it I don't have time to shave. I take my brush and flip out my hair and quickly brush through it. Even though I cut it a couple weeks back it's still a little past my shoulders. I take a hair-tie and pull my hair into a messy ponytail. I run downstairs and look to see no one around. I get my hoodie and schoolbag and sprint out the door. I start half walking and half running to school. The bus stop isn't far from here... although both Stan and Kyle can drive they don't get to use their parents' cars unless it's the weekend.
"Kenny?" I hear a shout from behind me. I look to see Kyle from his window. "Dude, what are you doing?" he asks me. "Going to school?" I reply to the Jew. Why isn't he ready? "Dude, it's Saturday!" he says laughing. I can feel my cheeks redden...how can I be so stupid! "Hold on, we'll go for breakfast..." he shouts before disappearing.
He walks out of his house with that smart ass grin across his face. I throw my bag at him but he catches it with one hand. He throws it into his dad's car and I relunctently get into the car. He starts the engine and he zooms out into the street. Damn, I wish I can be sixteen and get to drive...I gotta wait a month or so. I look at him and give him a smile. He keeps his eyes on the road as we continue to the diner. He parks the car near the front of the building and we get out simultaneously. He opens the door and holds it out for me and I follow.
"So, is everything good?" I ask, trying to break the silence. He glances over for a second and nods. He knows what happened that night; that drunken stupor didn't completely block out the memory. I don't think that he's totally forgiven me for that. Then again, he wouldn't be taking me to breakfast if he totally hated me. Well, I'll milk it for all its worth.
We arrive at the diner at exactly nine o'clock for we're in time for the breakfast special. We both slide in opposite booths as the waitress gives us menus. "Um, I'll just have water...what do you want Kenny?" Kyle asks me. I look up at the waitress and give her a smirk. "Just coffee..." I say to her. She gives me a smile as she walks away from us. Kyle gives me a look but I ignore him. Man, she has a tight ass. "Kenny!" Kyle hisses, "Can you stop gawking at someone's ass for less than a minute?"
"You're just mad 'cause I'm not looking at yours..." I reply with a grin. His cheeks redden a bit but he regains his composer. He brushes back his scarlet hair and gives me a look with those dazzling green eyes. "You wish..." he mutters coldly. He gives me a small smirk that he picked up from me obviously. I would like to just shove my tongue down his kosher mouth and defile any other pure quality that still latches onto the poor boy for dear life.
"I want you to stop this Kenny...I don't think this is right for us..." Kyle says to me. I do a double take; am I listening correctly? "Kyle, what the fuck? Why are you quitting us before we barely begun?" I asked the Jew.
"What we? We fucked under the influence of alcohol and you call that we? Screw that Kenny, I'm not being used for your little piece of ass."
"Kyle, it's not like that at all...I'm not using you for sex sakes. I really want something--"
"You used me when I was mentally unstable! You're so fucking selfish!"
The waitress broke our 'discussion' with our drinks. "Um, you guys ready?" she asks with a hint of confusion. Kyle looks at her and regains some control. "Yeah, I'll have the number one. I want my eggs over medium with Jewish rye bread. I'll take an orange juice..." Kyle says monotonously. She looks at me, awaiting my order. "A number seven, I'll have bacon on the side and my drink will be tomato juice..." I robotically reply. She takes away our menus and we're left alone once again.
"Kyle, I'm sorry about it...I really am...but I just need someone to be there for me. Reighlie couldn't be there for me for reasons unknown but you were...and still are there for me!" I plead with the scarlet red head. His eyes soften a bit and he starts to lose his hash exterior. I give him a small and pleading smile. "God you're so pathetic..." Kyle scowls but gives me a smile. The waitress gives us our food but doesn't say anything. We ate our food quickly and got out around ten o'clock.
We get in the car and Kyle starts up the engine. He drives us back to his house but we don't immediately get out of the car.
"You want to come in?" Kyle asks me
"Wouldn't your parents say something? They really don't care for me..."
"Father is at the law office and Mother is doing errands with Ike. They won't be back till around four."
I fidget in my seat a bit and look out the window. No one in his or her right mind would be out this early. I guess it won't do anyone harm if I stay with him for a couple hours. "Okay, I'll come in..." I agree with the Jew. We get out of his car and we go into the house. It's an odd yet soothing smell of scented candles. I take off my hoodie and hang it up on the coat rack. It creaks a delayed whine, indicating it's rather old. Kyle disappears into the kitchen so I sit myself on the sofa and flip through the channels.
Kyle comes in with some coffee mugs in each hand and sets it on the coffee table. "It's fucking freezing out there, dude..." Kyle says while sipping his drink. I give him a nod while watching the show Stella on Comedy Central. Kyle starts laughing at the screen along with me. I look over at him and he does likewise. I move closer to him; space is so little between us. I move in for the kiss. Our lips are touching so gently. I press harder against his lips, trying to persuade him to kiss back. I feel him press as well, a little bit of me is relieved that he is.
I move my hands onto his hips and he laces his hands around my neck, pushing me closer toward him. I start slipping in my tongue into his mouth, whipping and out of his mouth with quick motions. Our tongues wrap around one another like an exotic dance. He breaks the kiss and for a moment we take a breath. I feel him slide downward onto the couch and he pulls me on top. I can feel his chest rise and sink with every breath. I can hear his heartbeat bang rapidly against his chest. I look down at him, his eyes are dancing with excitement or confusion, either way they're alluring.
I take a piece of his scarlet rouge hair and place it away from his face. He smiles, showing his pearly whites, and his eyes twinkle a bit. "You're truly amazing..." I speak softly in his ear. His smile grows and so does my own. "Either I'm a hopeless romantic or that's one of the sweetest things you've said to me..." he replies. I let out a small laugh. I kiss him lightly on his lips and I start kissing his neck. He lets out a gasp of satisfaction and pleasure. He grips my back as I continue to suck on his peachy flesh. I nip and bite at his neck with expertise.
"Let's continue this upstairs..." Kyle suggested as I'm still sucking. I immediately stop and look at him. "If you wish..." I reply as I climb off of him. I help him up and he leads us into his bedroom. It's neat and tidy like always but the liquor has disappeared. "Hope you don't mind the lack of beverage, I haven't been to the store..." he explains to me. I let out an "oh" as I close the door.
What remains behind close doors will not be your concern...for all you know we've only played checkers...heh I'm funny...
It's maybe noon or one or something along them lines. Kyle's asleep next to me and I'm slowly dozing off. I can feel the Sandman slip in more and more because every second my lids get heavier. Kyle shifts a bit and throws his arm across my torso. I shift him closer against me so I can feel his warmth. He nuzzles against my neck and his breath becomes slow and steady. I close my eyes and I relinquish myself into a slumber.
Dream Time again! AHH!
"Kenny..." I hear whispering in my ear. "Yeah?" I respond to the voice as if it's a close friend of mine. "Where's your little buddy Clyde? Wasn'the doing a good job?" it asks me.
"Doing what? Making me insane?"
"Well that is what I senthim to do...it'shis job after all..."
"What! You SENThim to screw with me!"
Billowing black clouds starts forming right in front of me. Out of the ground shoots out this figure. It's neither man nor woman by the mere height of this thing. "Hello Kenny..." the thing spoke. The black clouds disappear as this creature becomes clear. "What are you?" I ask it. "My name is Qualik; I am the master of the figments...I am Insanity."
Qualik is something from a science fiction novel mixed with a creature Jhonen Vasquez would dare create. It towers me, it could be ten...maybe twelve feet high but the width of a normal teenage boy. Its head is round and white like a baseball without stitches. It does not have a right eye; there's a big red 'X' replacing it. Its mouth has stitches in its looks like its been stretched out. You can see all its teeth and they look like twisted metals instead of regular teeth. It has a mohawk that's a bright cerulean blue.
Its skin other than the face is a pasty gray with some periwinkle blue here and there. It has two pairs of horns on its lower neck and what looks like its lower chest. It has three long fingers and a hookish thumb along with long skinny arms. It wears a black T-shirt with a ripped up sleeves and collar. There's two pieces of a heart that looks runny. This half of it looks like a deranged version of a teenage guy. The bottom half looks like a dress it draped around his legs but it's far from it. Dark red liquid oozes down from the bottom half and it looks like it melts into the earth.
"I thought insanity was a mental thing..." I say to the creature. It lets out a cackle. "That's what everyone thinks, do you really think that Insanity is just something that's not planned!" it replies, "You are just the lucky few who actually gets to see me in person." I wonder how many others would say about a thing like Qualik. Right now it's something equally frightening and disturbing that no one should ever get the discomfort of seeing.
"Were there others before you?" I ask the creature. "Oh yes, many and many Insanity Masters have been before me, I'm actually pretty new at this...I'm only in the Adolescent version of my evolution as Insanity." it explains.
"How do you...er evolve?"
"On how many hosts you take in your history."
"How many do you have now?"
It gives me a wickedly chilling grin. "Not counting you, six hundred and sixty five..." it coldly replies. My eyes widen. "I'm six-six-six?" I ask the beast. "Yep! You're a host that every Insanity master treasures most. It usually happens that the 666 is something very infamous and notorious in your human society."
"How so?"
"You know Hitler?"
"Yeah, he's the basterd that killed all those people..."
"He was my brother's 666..."
Then these groups of kids started coming out of nowhere. One girl had no lower jaw; one boy's eyes were sliced through the eyeball. One girl's eyelids were stitched shut and her lips are sewn up. One poor fellow's brain is exposed with the skin covering his face. "What the fuck is wrong with these kids!" I scream at Qualik. It laughs cruelly, again showing its teeth. It picks up on of the kids...it was the boy from my previous dream.
"These are souls, Kenny. They look like this when they're Bleeding me. When you're 'insane' your soul deteriorates like this into something foul and disgusting. This soul is the man Clyde showed you weeks ago." Qualik explains in the cruelest way. I think I want to throw up.
"I don't want you anywhere near me! Get the fuck away from me!" I scream at Qualik. It laughs some more. "You're already sucked in Kenny, you can't stop me now!" it cackles. Suddenly a new child appears in its claws. It looks like me when I was eight years old. He starts to whimper and squirm in its grasp. "No!" I yell, "Don't hurt him!" My soul starts talking but the hoodie makes him mumble just like when I was eight. His eyes start to cry red.
"NOOOOOO!"
END OF DREAM! YAY!
Also End of Chapter XV
HDM: Okay, two more chapters to go! Sorry for the long wait, the one reason I was down the shore for a week, the second is that school started and I needed to do some work, and third…I had a minor writers block for my other stories and it held up this one. I hope you like it, I worked really hard on it. Pictures will be posted this weekend and it'll be about Insanity Bleeds or Burning Butterflies so check them out and tell me about them in your reviews. Okay, I need a break, my brain is hurting!