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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Nightmares, with Spags.
« Last post by Doktor Howl on Yesterday at 07:26:30 pm »Part 1
EoC pushes the cart. You are strapped to the cart. The ball gag is strapped to your mouth.
"MMMM", you say, in a conversational tone.
"Yes, yes," he replies, "But your paperwork was not in order."
"Mmmm?"
"Well, there's not much to be done for it now," he says, as he wrestles the cart up the church steps, "In you go." He tips the cart foward, and you are upright, facing into the church.
Oh, and you are also facing LMNO, who smiles at you. It's a smile that has perhaps too much good cheer.
"Ho ho ho!" He says, "What have we got here? Another miscreant, perhaps? Another wretched soul that just couldn't quite manage the social compact?"
"Mmm MMM Mmmm."
"Well, yes, of course you have an excuse. Everyone has one of those." He gets behind the cart and starts pushing you though the nave. "You know, a few decades ago, I knew a guy like you."
"Mmm?"
"Didn't end well, I'm afraid. He tripped on the curb and got sucked up through the bristles of a street-sweeping truck. Clearly a case of God's will. But anyway, he always said he was just trying to have a good time. He kept trying to explain himself...Which never works, and is of course why you are wearing a gag."
"MMM mmm Mmm?"
"You'll find out. I'd hate to ruin the surprise."
He wheels you through into the apse, and sets the cart upright again. You watch as he gets a crowbar and starts prying at the flagstones. He levers a large one up, exposing a narrow staircase.
"mmmm?"
"No, there's no Nessies down there. They're extinct, you may recall, if they ever existed at all." He walks back behind the cart, and lever it forward. "Grit your teeth."
He shoves the cart down the stairs. There is very little clearance...So little, in fact, that the cart doesn't flip over, as you bounce your way down.
You emerge in a low-ceilinged crypt. A tunnel slopes downward on the other side of the room. A slender woman with long, straight hair walks into your field of view.
"Another dumbass, eh? This is worse than San Antonio, anymore."
"Mmmm."
"You knew the risks when you took the job. Hang on, I'm gonna have a drink." She picks up a bag, and reaches into it. Her hand emerges, holding a chem-light. "What the fuck is this?" She asks, then leans past you toward the stairs. "WHERE'S THE BOOZE, LMNO? DO I LOOK LIKE THE KIND OF GAL WHO DRINKS CHEM-LIGHT JUICE?"
There is muffled laughter from up the stairs behind you.
"Oh," she says, "I'm gonna whup on that boy. But first..." She pushes the cart into the sloped tunnel.
You begin to accelerate, as the cart rolls down the strangely cobweb-free tunnel. Ahead of you, you can see a pinpoint of light, which begins to grow as you draw near. You are going fast now, frighteningly fast, but you know you deserve this for your crimes. For your inability to follow simple regulations. For your big, fat, stupid mouth that you somehow never used to tell a bastard WHAT.
The light is blinding now, and you shoot out of the tunnel and into daylight. You are rolling down a road, and slowing down as the wheels make a grinding noise on the blacktop. You settle to a stop.
A blond lady walks up and loosens the straps binding you to the cart.
"Keep the gag in," she says, "Nobody wants to hear it."
She helps you up, and you look around. It's very bright outside, cruelly hot, and the street signs say "4th Avenue" and "Speedway".
She smiles at you. It isn't a nice smile.
"Welcome home," she says.
EoC pushes the cart. You are strapped to the cart. The ball gag is strapped to your mouth.
"MMMM", you say, in a conversational tone.
"Yes, yes," he replies, "But your paperwork was not in order."
"Mmmm?"
"Well, there's not much to be done for it now," he says, as he wrestles the cart up the church steps, "In you go." He tips the cart foward, and you are upright, facing into the church.
Oh, and you are also facing LMNO, who smiles at you. It's a smile that has perhaps too much good cheer.
"Ho ho ho!" He says, "What have we got here? Another miscreant, perhaps? Another wretched soul that just couldn't quite manage the social compact?"
"Mmm MMM Mmmm."
"Well, yes, of course you have an excuse. Everyone has one of those." He gets behind the cart and starts pushing you though the nave. "You know, a few decades ago, I knew a guy like you."
"Mmm?"
"Didn't end well, I'm afraid. He tripped on the curb and got sucked up through the bristles of a street-sweeping truck. Clearly a case of God's will. But anyway, he always said he was just trying to have a good time. He kept trying to explain himself...Which never works, and is of course why you are wearing a gag."
"MMM mmm Mmm?"
"You'll find out. I'd hate to ruin the surprise."
He wheels you through into the apse, and sets the cart upright again. You watch as he gets a crowbar and starts prying at the flagstones. He levers a large one up, exposing a narrow staircase.
"mmmm?"
"No, there's no Nessies down there. They're extinct, you may recall, if they ever existed at all." He walks back behind the cart, and lever it forward. "Grit your teeth."
He shoves the cart down the stairs. There is very little clearance...So little, in fact, that the cart doesn't flip over, as you bounce your way down.
You emerge in a low-ceilinged crypt. A tunnel slopes downward on the other side of the room. A slender woman with long, straight hair walks into your field of view.
"Another dumbass, eh? This is worse than San Antonio, anymore."
"Mmmm."
"You knew the risks when you took the job. Hang on, I'm gonna have a drink." She picks up a bag, and reaches into it. Her hand emerges, holding a chem-light. "What the fuck is this?" She asks, then leans past you toward the stairs. "WHERE'S THE BOOZE, LMNO? DO I LOOK LIKE THE KIND OF GAL WHO DRINKS CHEM-LIGHT JUICE?"
There is muffled laughter from up the stairs behind you.
"Oh," she says, "I'm gonna whup on that boy. But first..." She pushes the cart into the sloped tunnel.
You begin to accelerate, as the cart rolls down the strangely cobweb-free tunnel. Ahead of you, you can see a pinpoint of light, which begins to grow as you draw near. You are going fast now, frighteningly fast, but you know you deserve this for your crimes. For your inability to follow simple regulations. For your big, fat, stupid mouth that you somehow never used to tell a bastard WHAT.
The light is blinding now, and you shoot out of the tunnel and into daylight. You are rolling down a road, and slowing down as the wheels make a grinding noise on the blacktop. You settle to a stop.
A blond lady walks up and loosens the straps binding you to the cart.
"Keep the gag in," she says, "Nobody wants to hear it."
She helps you up, and you look around. It's very bright outside, cruelly hot, and the street signs say "4th Avenue" and "Speedway".
She smiles at you. It isn't a nice smile.
"Welcome home," she says.
