Short Stories

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script type="text/javascript" src="http://hb.lycos.com/hb.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://ratings.lycos.com/ratings/lycosRating.js.php"></script> <script type="text/javascript"><![CDATA[//><!]]></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://scripts.lycos.com/catman/init.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/ad/code-start.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/ad/code-middle.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/ad/code-end.js"></script> <noscript> <img src="http://members.tripod.com/adm/img/common/ot_noscript.gif?rand=648727" alt="" width="1" height="1" />  <iframe frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" width="728" height="90" src="http://ad.yieldmanager.com/st?ad_type=iframe&ad_size=728x90&section=209094"></iframe>  </noscript> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=90 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FFCC66" FACE="Arial" ><B>Welcome to the New Darkness</b></FONT><B>     |     </b><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Welcome to the New Darkness"><U><B>home</b></U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id4.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Poetry"><U>Poetry</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id5.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Komari"><U>Komari</U></A>   |   <B>Short Stories</b></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#BF0000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <IMG SRC="06d87970.gif" border=0 width="135" height="151" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> </td> <td valign="top" height=390 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" background="069c4203.jpg"> <div> <I>Short Stories</I></div> <div>  <B> </b><B>   </b><B> He stood there, at the window, looking out over the wonderous city below admiring the abundance of meaningless life that swirled below him.  From this far up they were nothing more than insignificant ants to him.  Awash with emotion as he looked down at all the pathetic ants just running about their lives.  "They don't realize I am their Angel of Death do they?" he chuckled gleefully.</b></div> <div> <B>    "You will do nothing of the sort," came a gruff feminine voice.  "You will do what I tell you to do and nothing more, Stuart.  Thinking that will only get you as far as the original got now won't it?"</b></div> <div> <B>    "Haha, Stuart you fool," Stuart rasped, "do you really think that all of us have the will power to keep him contained for much longer?  Already I can feel myself slipping away into his mind frame!!"</b></div> <div> <B>    "Yes, I do as a matter of fact,"  the female Stuart snapped with amazing authority.  "I also know that the Stuart in control is going to stay there."  </b></div> <div> <B>    "NO! He won't," he said somberly.  "I want to be free of this place and so do they!" He waved a hand at all other ninety-eight personalities of Stuart.  "I know we agreed to keep the original in check but I want them to share the pain I feel during my task!"</b></div> <div> <B>    "Listen to yourselves!" a small boy cried.  "He is contaminating you beyond hope! After all this time he's starting to get to all of us!" Breaking into tears the boy curls  into a ball and hugs his teddy bear closely.</b></div> <div> <B>     "Shut up you pathetic crybaby," an older teen Stuart snapped.  "Why not just make sure the original is locked away and the fake is in control, and just use some of him to strengthen the lock?"</b></div> <div> <B>     "Alright, fine," the reasonable female Stuart snorted.  "He's in there. Not a change whatsoever."</b></div> <div> <B>     "So, how's the fake doing?" a scantily clad female Stuart purred.</b></div> <div> <B>     "Let's look,"  the angry one growled, shattering the building.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>     "Stuart wake up man!"  Bob whispered.  "Hurry up before old Professor Snipe catches you sleeping through another one of his lectures!"</b></div> <div> <B>     "I'm awake,"  Stuart argued groggily.  "I just fell asleep for some reason, but this time it was weird.  I felt like I was being pulled away or something."  </b></div> <div> <B>     "I'll say,"  Bob said,  "but we are almost done with class so do you want a ride home to save on gas?"</b></div> <div> <B>     "Yeah sure its your turn to drive anyway,"  Stuart sighed.  "Hey who's that guy?"  Pointing in the direction of the podium Stuart stares as if mesmorized.</b></div> <div> <B>     "Who is who?"</b></div> <div> <B>     "That guy dressed in black next to the professor!"</b></div> <div> <B>     "I still don't see anybody," Bob retorted as his voice slowly faded from existence to Stuart.</b></div> <div> <B>     </b><B>The others think I am under their control and safely locked away, but I am actually free Stuart.  I am free once again, but now isn't the time to explain to an idiot like you.</b></div> <div> <B>      </b><B>"What are you talking about?"</b></div> <div> <B>      </b><B>Tell mother I loved her for me Stuart because it is the last time you will ever see her if your lucky.</b><B>  With that Stuart came back to the real world wide eyed and sweating profusely.  He glanced back and forth across the room hecticly in order to find the stranger he had just spoken to.  Gasping for air Stuart stood up and walked out of the room heading straight for his car, which he parked just outside the building.  </b></div> <div> <B>     "STUART!"  Bob yelled.  "What are you doing man?  The old fart is gonna have your hide!"</b></div> <div> <B>     "Gotta get home my mom is in trouble,"  Stuart said getting into his car and taking off leaving Bob standing there slack jawed and lost.  "Mom is in trouble.  The man in black wants her so I'm gonna stop him."</b></div> <div> <B>      Not far behind Stuart's car was someone who took great interest in him and wants his personalities to explode.  The man taps his finger along a red button on his dash.  "Son I hate to say this, but your about to experiance the worst headache in your life,"  the man chuckled to himself devilishly.</b></div> <div> <B>      Squealing his tires pulling into his driveway, Stuart raced up the stoop and broke down the door to his house.  Standing in the door way sweating Stuart fell to one knee and quickly picked himself back up wiping away the sweat.  His mother looked at him oddly, as if her weren't her son.  "Don't look at me like that momma!"</b></div> <div> <B>      "Stuart honey what's wrong?" his mother asked concerned.  "Did something happen?"</b></div> <div> <B>      "Yes momma something did happen! Today a remarkable thing happened.  HEHEHE, finally momma your TRUE son has come HOME!"  Stuart laughed aloud flinging the door clear across the room.  </b></div> <div> <B>      "What is going on here?!?"</b></div> <div> <B>      "How did this happen?"  the aggressive male Stuart growled.</b></div> <div> <B>      "I don't know," the female in charge responded.  "I know that he has TOTAL control right now and left us without even a faint bit of mental energy to stop him!"</b></div> <div> <B>      "What are you two talking about?" came a new voice.</b></div> <div> <B>      "The fake? What are you doing here?" the female Stuart asked.</b></div> <div> <B>      "That's what I am wondering.  i mean one moment I was in my car next thing I know I am sitting in this void, what are you doing calling me a fake?" Stuart snapped heatedly.</b></div> <div> <B>      "That is what you are, a fake, a replica of the base personality before it became perversly twisted.  I and Stuart are the only two left after his assult on us.  We originally thought this was because of you, but now I know better,"   Stuart explained simply.</b></div> <div> <B>     "What? I am not a fake! You two are fakes!" he snarled.</b></div> <div> <B>     "Should have anticipated this," the female Stuart personastated shaking her head.  "Have you ever wondered why you couldn't remember your childhood?  It is because we made you, us two and all the others the original spawned when he became like this."</b></div> <div> <B>     "You're saying I am just a copy?"</b></div> <div> <B>     "In a sense, yes, that is what I am saying.  Now I suggest we just sit back and watch the show because none of us can do a thing now until he goes to sleep," she sighed.</b></div> <div> <B>    "But you said..."</b></div> <div> <B>    "Listen what she said was the truth that we do not have any power to stop him now, but hopefully when he sleeps we will get some power back," the agressive personality snapped.</b></div> <div> <B>    "Now what happened to the others?" the fake asked.</b></div> <div> <B>    "You do not want to know,"  the aggressive stated.</b></div> <bR> <div> <B>     Back in reality Stuart was beating his mother in the same fashion as a punching bag.  Her shirt had been torn to shreds to help hold her in the air, eyes bruised and bleeding, and her body nothing more than a piece of paper in the hands of her enraged son.  His beating had started with a slap, but quickly escalated to the point where he was smashing plates, bowls, picture frames, and even the broomstick over her body or head.  Tossing her like she was nothing but an empty sack, Stuart followed his luggage into the living room with a knife.  A devilish grin spread across his all too somber face as he stalked toward his mother.  </b></div> <div> <B>      "Are you enjoying yourself?!?" his helpless mother shrieked.</b></div> <div> <B>      "Almost," was his toneless reply, "but I need to demonstrate to you the machine father made me."</b></div> <div> <B>     "What are you talking about?  What are you going to do now?" she quiered hesitently.</b></div> <div> <B>    Running the blade the length of his tongue Stuart smiled and stated, "Father made programed me to be the ultimate killer, mother.  Now you are going on a one way trip to hell!  This is your entire fault you know.  If you hadn't slept with dad I never would have been born, abused, or MISTREATED!"</b></div> <div> <B>    "Your father would never," she snarled.</b></div> <div> <B>    "Oh, but I would dear," came a strange new yet familiar voice.</b></div> <div> <B>    "Hi Dad, I was expecting you," Stuart said cheerily.</b></div> <div> <B>    "Oh really?  You always were my smartest child Stuart. and still are, unfortunately your programming didn't turn out the way I planned," his father said with the heavy stink of Death lingering in the air.</b></div> <div> <B>    "What are you talking about?" Stuart's mother asked.</b></div> <div> <B>    "Let me explain Helen, for you and our son.  First off the only reason I married you was for science.  Second, and lastly I abused Stuart here to the utmost of my capabilities in the hopes that I could program him to become the ultimate killer.  This failed to happen, so now I have to clean up my filthy little mess," Stuart's father chuckled.</b></div> <div> <B>    "Dad, I'll kill you before I let you destroy me!" Stuart snapped.  "First they lock me away and now you expect ME to lay down and die!"</b></div> <div> <B>     "Yes, Stuart I do," his father said pulling out what looked like a remote and hit two buttons on it.  At that moment Helen died a painful death befitting the lives she had led.  Stuart fell to his knees fighting the self-destruct his father had implanted in him.  "Well now that this little mess is taken care of I think I will go see how my daughter is doing," he laughed as he hit one more button to set the house aflame.  "By the way Stuart, welcome to the family. Hehehehehe!!!!" </b></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>