Post by Jackie The Lad on Oct 25, 2015 14:42:08 GMT -6
Cold and frosty morning - there's not a lot to say
About the things caught in my mind.
And as the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind.
And I wanna be there when you're coming down
And I wanna be there when you hit the ground
About the things caught in my mind.
And as the day was dawning my plane flew away
With all the things caught in my mind.
And I wanna be there when you're coming down
And I wanna be there when you hit the ground
The world was a murky grey darkness, smelling of pine and moss and piss. Pale mists rose from the chargrilled earth as the two figures threaded their way through the scatter of stones and scraggly trees. No roads ran through the valley where they walked now. Between the grey stone peaks lay still polluted rivers, long and deep and narrow, and the green gloom of endless piney woods. The leaves grew less common as they approached the black stoned monstrosity before them, wet rock, broken glass, bird droppings coating the walls. The undergrowth was sparse beneath them, the forest floor carpeted in dark green needles. He crawled through the murk and the mud, staring up at the wasted and fading gargoyles that guarded the overgrown path that once was. Twisted and tormented demons they were, now faceless creatures devoid of emotion, blank faces with stubbly horns and cracks for noses. Their clasped hands once held ancient weaponry worthy of battle, now they held only hilts and empty memories. He pushed a rock away; possibly it was once the head of a childlike centrepiece, an image of hope amongst death. Or maybe it was nothing at all, merely a rock moulded by Mother Nature herself and left to rot, forgotten, uncared for. Fitting, it might be, considering where he was.
It was always cold here, the temperature dipping dramatically no matter the seasons. There was just something about this place that caused unrest. Birds used it as a toilet, rats and other vermin scurried away at the sight and there was a stench, one that passed all other senses and appeared directly in your mind. And onwards he went, ducking down beneath twisted branches towards the entrance, the creaking sign blowing in the wind above reading ‘BL_C_THOR_ _SYL_M’. The door, thick and wooden pushed open easily enough, though it looked like it shouldn’t budge at all. He crawled away from there, staring up at the broken brick for an opening, an open window, a rear door, anything. As he stared skywards he noticed a single window, cracks trickling down it. “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”
The thoughts running through his mind were varied. Last time he had scaled these walls he had almost slipped, having lost his grip upon the worn away brickwork. He was rarely accident prone when climbing, but this building was so unusual and unnerving that it seemed to throw him off guard. Coupled with the constant security circling the perimeter, he needed eyes in the back of his head. The thick layer of white chalk he caked his hands in did it’s job, his grip was good and he avoided the path less trodden as he made his way up. He had spotted any guards as of yet, which was nothing sort of a bonus, and the cracked window was easier enough to get in. A few well time pokes with a gloved fist and he was in. Now the real work would have to be done.
It wasn’t the first time he had smuggled his way into the complex, and by far he didn’t believe it would be the last. He had committed the map of the entire building to memory, and the scrubs he’d lifted from his previous visit had been incredibly helpful. He was still cautious as he skirted his way across the wards, avoiding as much contact as possible with the other staff, ducking his way into empty rooms and doorways. He stepped away from what he had referred to as the ‘Halloween Section’, dust upon dust upon dust, ancient clocks and book cases, elderly staff and constant coughing. Now, he found himself in the main section, the one more open to the public. Off-white walls, blinding lights and a large selection of framed quotations with inspirational messages. The windows were stained glass, a never ending collection of colours and images of mostly religious tones.
As he hid in one of the doorways, back to the wall to avoid being seen, he quickly scanned his notes. On there was a crudely drawn map of the area and a list of files that he was required to attain. His memory of the building was solid, but he had never been to the epicentre. He took a deep breath, wondering if the payment he’d received for coming here was worth it. He slid the notes back in his pocket, instead taking out a picture, folded up several times. As he unopened it he gazed upon the image of the beautiful woman upon it. “Slippers,” Jackie whispered under his breath. He had a strange and sudden fear about his relationship with the “Huntress” Ruby Tyler. They never quite defined whether they were truly together or not, though for all intents and purposes they were. He wasn’t sure where these nerves came from. Maybe it was because he had just broken into one of the most mysterious and scary locations in the world, but that fear hit him right now. He needed to calm himself, his heart rate increasing. He needed release, and this picture would help.
He sneaked his way behind a desk, and dropped his pants…
“Dude…” his friend Carey exclaimed, startling Fowler and snapping him back to reality.
“What?” repeated Jackie, in his gruff Northern accent.
“I really don’t need to hear this!”
“Look, you wanted to hear the whole fuckin’ story, right? Then you will hear it in all it’s fuckin’ glory. Every fuckin’ detail, right?” Carey sat there with a cold beer in his hands staring over to Jackie. Fowler was sat on the window ledge, a can of Scrumpy Jack cider in his hand as he told his tale, the story of that fateful night in Blackthorn Asylum.
So don't go away,
Say what you say
Say that you'll stay
Forever and a day
In the time of my life
'cause I need more time,
Yes, I need more time
Just to make things right
Say what you say
Say that you'll stay
Forever and a day
In the time of my life
'cause I need more time,
Yes, I need more time
Just to make things right
TO BE CONTINUED
