The NoCturnal Flesh chapter 3

Monday, November 02, 2009

The NoCturnal Flesh Chapter 3 Current mood:  animated Category: Writing and Poetry The NoCturnal Flesh Chapter 3 The day flew by faster than I expected it to. Still no sign of Stacy. I have not seen her all day. Brock has the same classes as me so I doubt he seen her either. She must not have known she was leaving or she would have mentioned something bout it on the bus. I glazed over at the clock. Eleven fifty-five. Another five minutes and I can leave. Clouds were coming in and rain could be smelled from the open window in the classroom. Always a good sign. I hated the sun. I look over at Brock. He is staring at the ground paying no attention to anything. He probably could not wait to get out of here either. Halloween was tomorrow and that was his favorite holiday. Last year me him and Stacy dressed up as characters from Alice In Wonderland. Stacy made a beautiful Alice and Brock was the white rabbit. I was the king of hearts. Stacy always saw me as a king. The bell rang and everyone shot up from there desk and made their way to the door. Brock stood waiting for me like he does everyday. “Any sign of Stacy?” he asked me. “No! lets go look outside.” I said passing him. We made our way to the exit. I stopped and Brock looks back. “What?” he asked. “Look, it’s the same car that picked up Stacy.” I pointed threw the window. “Do you know ho many black Chevy’s are in this town? That could be anyone.” “No I remember the red tinted windows Brock. That’s the same car.” I walked toward the door. “I’m going to go ask where Stacy is.” “Why don’t you just wait and see who gets in the car Jack. Just to make sure you know?” I looked at him and turned my head back to the door. A man was standing looking down at me. He just stood there looking at me threw the door. It was the same man who took Stacy. I walked over to the door and pushed it open. I came face to face with the man, he had a short gray beard and short gray hair. He had one green and one blue eye. “Where is Stacy? I saw you take her in your car.” I asked looking into his demented eyes. Brock makes his way outside but keeps a safe distance away. He stays on guard just in case. “I’m going to ask you one more time.” I said raising my fist. “Jack!” yelled a familiar voice from behind. I turned and looked behind me. “Stacy!” I yelled running into her arms. “What happened? Why did you leave with this man?” “Lets just go Il tell you on the way.” she said pulling my sleeve. I turned to look at the old man again but he was gone. And so was his black car. He could not have gotten in the car without me seeing him. How the hell could he do that? I fallowed behind Stacy and Brock. The clouds were building up and the smell of rain was getting stronger. All the buses have left already. We were planning on walking home anyway. Hope it don’t raid hard. “Do you know that man?” Stacy asked pulling my sleeve harder so I would walk at her pace level. “No I was just about to ask you the same thing.” “No I don’t actually but he says he know you. He said a bunch of crazy stuff.” “Huh? Like what?” I asked getting really curious now. “He told me not to get too close to you cause you will be leaving soon. Then he started talking about your relatives and how they would be coming to look for me if I continue to hang out with you.” she raised her hand and whips away what looked like a tear. “I didn’t want to listen to him so I jumped out the car and tried to get back to school as quick as I can. He followed behind me a few miles then he disappeared.” I could not believe what I was hearing. I wanted to turn back to the school and find this guy and give him an ass kicking of his life. Why would he be talking to Stacy like that? He don’t even know her. And I don’t even know him. I grabbed Stacy’s hand and stopped her from walking. Brock stopped and looked back at us. I nodded for him to keep walking. He smiles and continues down the long dark road. “Listen Stacy. I’m not going anywhere I promise.” I pulled he closer to me. “you are everything to me Stacy. Don’t listen to what this old man is saying.” As I was talking headlights come out of no where rate behind Stacy. I tried to pull her out of the way but it was like she was planted to the ground. I started to feel sick again and all I could see was a bright light. I fell to the ground. I could hear nothing or see nothing. I tried screaming Stacy’s name but the words would not come out. I could start to see again but when I could see clearly I wished I was still blind. Stacy was on the ground. She was not moving. Her back was towards me. I crawled over to her hoping there was still life. I pull her over so I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and she was crying blood. I put my ear to her chest hoping to hear some kind of life. But there was no heart beat. I held her close to my chest and screamed as loud as I could. I look down the street to see if I could see any sign of a car. There was a black car about ten feet away. Purring softly like it was not even there. I stand to my feet and walk towards it. The reverse lights come on and the car speeds up and passes me almost hitting me and Stacy again. But is stops and the car turns off. I stand there looking at the car. “Get out the car!” I screamed walking towards it again “get out the god-dame car now!” The door opens and a foot is planted to the ground. And a tall man gets out the car. It was the same man the picked Stacy up. “Oh man you are so dead!” I said walking up to him. I swung a left and right hook jabbing the man in the face. He just stood there like I didn’t even touch him. I gave him another shot in the stomach and then the groin but he still stood there. Un-harmed. “What do you want?” I asked in a weak voice. I put my hands over my head. Tears were coming down my face. “why did you kill my girlfriend?” I asked giving him another swing. “Mr. Jack.” the man said in a deep voice. I looked up at him. My hands were covered in blood. At first I thought it was Stacy’s blood but it was my own. I was crying blood. I couldn’t believe it I was actually crying blood. “Tell me! And how do you know me?” I said a little louder. “Believe me Mr. Jack. I’m not the one you should fear or be angry at.” the man said cracking a smile. “What do you mean? You just killed my girlfriend you freak!” “Did you see me kill your girlfriend? Or did you see me coming at her with the car?” he closed the car door and leans against the car. “You see Mr. Jack not all things are as they appear. Take the little episode you had this morning waiting for the bus. And the one you just had rate now. Your rage is getting the best of you in this world.” I looked at his like he was the craziest guy in the world. But part of me kind of understood what he was saying. “Are you saying I killed Stacy?” I asked the man. “Are you sure you are ready to hear this?” the man asked wiping his big nose. “Tell me what the hell is going on? Now!” I scream pushing him to the car. The man takes my arms and swings me across the hood with little effort. “Your not ready!” the man said angry now. “Get control of yourself. You have one day and your not even ready to know who you are Jack!” he walks around the car and reaches out for my hand. “Now if you are calm I will be glad to tell you what is going on.” I reached out for his hand and he pulls me to my feet. Everything was just racing threw my mind and I felt as if I was going to pass out again. I didn’t know what the man was talking about. What did he mean by one day. Halloween is tomorrow. I looked at his ancient tux and then up at him. He was staring at me with them blue and green eyes. I tried to swallow but my esophagus felt like it was swollen. I didn’t even know if I could speak. “What do you mean on more day?” I forced myself to ask. “Your birthday is tomorrow Mr. Jack.” “What do you mean? My birthday is not for another week!”  I screamed. “Your parents must have lied to you. Your birthday is October the thirty-first. You will be eighteen tomorrow Jack.” I looked up at him shocked. “What do you mean my parents lied to me?” “I’m sorry I forgot to mention. Those are not your real parents!” “What!” I dried my face from all the red tears I was crying and looked back up at him. “Alright! Who are you? Why did you kill Stacy and why are my parents not my parents?” I asked staring into his eyes. “My name is Ah-Fula. I’m your guardian. And you killed your girlfriend!” At that moment I dropped to my knees. I could not believe what I was hearing. I killed my girlfriend and my parents were not my parents. Not only that but they lied to me as well about my birthday. “Sorry to bring this all upon you this fast Mr. Jack. I would thought you would have been ready for this.” “Ready for what?” I asked looking up at him. “Ready to know who you are Jack. You don’t have to believe a word I’m saying. But when you turn eighteen tomorrow you will have no choice to come with me.” I didn’t understand what was going on or even what he was saying. I look over to see if I can see Stacy but she was gone. How could she get up? She had no pulse. “Where is Stacy?” I asked pulling myself up from the ground. “Where did she go. She was dead. How could she move?” “Your friend Brock came and got her just a few minutes ago. He was only a few feet away when you ended her life, don’t you remember? He came back cause he heard her scream and you were gone. He picked her up and carried her to his house where he could call an ambulance.” “What are you talking about?” “I have taken you out of place Jack. What that means is that you cant see anything that’s going on with you but me. And no one else can see us either.” I walked over to where Stacy lay dead on the ground. “why is the ground covered in puddles?” “Cause its down pouring rate now. I didn’t feel the need for us to talk in the rain so I blocked that as well.” he walked over to his car door and opened the front door. “Now if you would be so kind and get in the car. I will explain in more detail.” I stood where Stacy once  laid. Rain started to pour from the sky. I pulled the hair out of my face and looked over at the black car. He was waiting for me. I didn’t know if I should get in the car or not. But without making a decision I found myself walking to the car anyway. The windows were tinted red and you could not see threw them. The door opened and I got inside. The inside of the car was like nothing I had ever seen. Two bucket seats and a panel of a hundred scattered buttons lay on the dashboard. Nothing was labeled they were just silver buttons. “I’m glad you got in the car. I’m sure by now the whole town will be looking for you.” Ah-Fula said pulling away from where we were sitting. “Can you tell me what going on now.” I asked. “Sure thing.” he said pulling a picture out from his tux pocket. “do you know who these two people are?” I took the picture from him and looked at it. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was Stacy and another guy in the photo. “Is that Stacy?” I asked. “No that’s your mother and father. Stacy is not who you think she is either Jack.” he grabbed a cigar from is pocket and lit it up. “I’m going to start from the beginning and please hold all questions till I’m done alright?” “Alright” I said eager to know what was going on. “There are legends I’m sure you heard about that have been passed down by your so called parents in this world.  Some of what you hear are true. And some are twisted to manipulate your mind.” the old man took a puff from his cigar. “You were not born in this world Jack.” he continued. “You were born in a different world. A world your father and mother were very grateful to be rulers of. It’s a world that is neither life or death. It is a world that is free from all religious beliefs. Where you are your own god and you worship nothing but yourself. Your mother and father worked so hard to keep people out that did not belong. People who tried to put their beliefs in other gods on people.” He took another puff from his cigar. “Your mother and father were killed by Capitune. One of their most trusted horsemen who betrayed them.” I could not take my eyes off of him. Everything be was saying made sense to me. I didn’t understand how it made sense but I understood some of what he was saying. “They left everything to you Jack. When you were born I was sworn to protect you if anything went wrong. Your mother was gifted in foreseeing the future and she could sense great danger. Before Capitune even knew you were born you mother had me take you away and bring you to this world. Soon after I left with you Capitune made his move. First taking out your father with the Blood Sword. It’s the only sword that could kill your father. And he beheaded your mother rate after.” he pulled over the car and shut the engine off. “You have to take your place in the Blood Thrown Jack and avenge your father and mothers deaths. And bring back what they believed in. The Nocturnal Flesh is waiting for you Jack.” I sat in the car looking at the window. It was black outside and I could see nothing. Everything he said was bringing back memories that I didn’t even know I had. I was starting to remember my real mother. She had pale white skin and was beautiful. She had blond hair just like Stacy. Her eyes were red thou. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t remember much of my father. It was strange enough to have these memories that I didn’t even know I had. “I left my mother when I was a year old. I remember her.” I sad softly still looking out the window. “Why did my parents here lie to me and keep all this away from me?” “Capitune soon found out you were born. He talked some of the mortals here into keeping your true identity from you. I was not able to come back here till you turned eighteen.” I turned and look at him. “Then how did you get here now?” I asked puzzled. “I believe someone from Our world came threw and left me an opening. I also believe they possessed Stacy. You kept sensing something every time she came around. Like when you black out at the bus stop, and then again in the middle of the street. Only in the street you actually felt a threat and killed her.” “Why did they not just come after me themselves?” “People from out word have no Physical form here.” “What about you? Why do you?” “Cause I’m a wizard Jack.” the old man said rubbing his big nose again. “This is too crazy. Why is this happening to me? I want to know everything  my so called parent from this world know.” I said getting very irritated with everything. “Well here is your chance. I brought you home. Go get what you can from them.” Ah-Fula said with a smirk. I opened the car door and stepped out. I shut the door behind me and made my way to the front door of my fake parents house. Everything was happening too fast. But I seen enough to make me a believer of just about anything. I turned to doorknob and opened the door slowly. I peeked in. No one was around. All the lights were off and is was quiet. Too quiet. I turned and looked at the car. Ah-Fula turned the headlights off and just sat in the car. I stepped inside to get what answers I could. I didn’t know who I could trust anymore.

The NoCturnal Flesh Chapter 2

The NoCturnal Flesh Chapter 2
Current mood:  amused
Category: Writing and Poetry

The NoCturnal Flesh

Chapter 2

I wake up a half hour before my alarm clock blew up. I was sweating like always. Every morning I tend to have a puddle of sweat on my bed.  And I fell asleep with my pants on so I sweat even more. There was not much ventilation going threw my room.
I sit up and rub my eyes. I felt like I had slept for days but it was only six hours. I look over at my alarm clock. It was Six Thirty. I really didn’t want to get up but since I already was I figured what the hell.
I can smell some fresh coffee coming from the kitchen. I stood up and slipped my sweaty pants off along with my sweaty boxers. I went to my dresser and grabbed a dry pair of boxers and pants. Everything I own was black and Red.  So there was really nothing that didn’t matched. I grabbed a shirt that laid rankled on top my dresser.
I remembered what my parents were saying last night about a party for my birthday. Since it was early enough and someone was up maybe I  could get them to tell me what’s going on. A part of me really didn’t want to know but I couldn’t hold back from asking. That was always a problem with me. I had to know everything even if it meant something bad for me.
I grabbed my shoes near the door on my way out and made my way to the kitchen. There were no lights on but the kitchen one rate above the table where my father sat. He was holding a hot cup of coffee. He was in his robe and slippers. He looked like shit.
“Morning.” I said making my way strait to the coffee pot.
He looked at me and said softly “morning.”
That was the first time he looked at me like that and said morning. It was like he had feeling in his words. That was not an everyday thing. Usually he wouldn’t even say morning yet even look at me this early.
“Hey dad,” I said grabbing a coffee cup from the strainer. “is there any way we could talk about what you and mom mentioned last night?” I looked over to see if there was any response.
He raised his coffee cup to his mouth and took a sip. He placed the cup back down on the table. There was an awkward silence before he said anything. “Well your mother is still sleeping but I can tell you a little of what’s going on I guess.” he rubbed his chin as he lifted his cup to take another sip.
I pulled the coffee pot out and poured myself a cup. I turned back around waiting for him to say something.
“There will be a party here but just a few people. One of our really close friends wants to talk to you on your birthday. You never met him but he has been waiting and dieing to talk to you.” he raised his cup again and took another sip.
“Why has he been dieing to talk to me? I never met him.” I asked puzzled.
I knew I didn’t want to know cause now things are just starting to get weird.
“Cause he has been waiting for you to turn eighteen Jack.” he finished the rest of his coffee. “But that’s all I’m going to tell you rate now. The rest I will tell you in  when you get home. That way your mother will be up and can be in on the conversation. Don’t worry, like we told you last night its nothing bad.” He stood up and made his way over to the coffee pot. I handed him the pot and he poured himself another cup.
I didn’t say anything when he stood next to me I just stood there. He didn’t say another work either.

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I stood outside waiting for the bus. All my friends had cars to ride to school in but me. I guess I’m what they call a poor child. I did grow up having more than what most people had but it didn’t seen enough for me.
There were some clouds in the sky but it looks like it would be a good day over all. I didn’t bother with sunscreen cause it didn’t stop me from getting a tan anyway. I usually wear exotic hats but forgot to grad one this morning. By the time the sun peeks out Il be in school anyway.
The sound of the bus coming could be heard over the hill to my right.  I stood there but it didn’t appear. It was still moving. I mean you could always tell when a school bus has stopped or not. I stood there staring up into the mist that formed from the rain last night. But it didn’t come.
Stacy and Brock are going to talk my ears of when I get on the bus I just knew it. Stacy is going to talk about how much she misses me and how much I pissed her off yesterday for not showing up at school. And Brock was going to hint about how much he wanted me like normal. I really don’t pay much attention to it anymore. I guess it kind of grew on me.
I was starting to feel sick a little. Not like I was going to throw up but I did feel dizzy. My head started to spin. I put my hands on my head to try and stop myself from falling or spinning anymore. Although I couldn’t really tell if I was moving or standing still. I was blinded by a bright light. I couldn’t see nothing but the light. My mind felt like it was going to explode, but instead it all went away in a matter of seconds and I found myself laying on the cold damp ground. At me feet were the stairs to the bus.
“You ok?” the driver said looking down at me with the doors open.
Everyone on the bus was looking at me threw the windows like I was some kind of freak. Stacy was in the far back. I could see her blond hair. She was also staring at me. Great now I will probably have to explain this. I couldn’t even piece it together myself. Then I looked into the sky and saw that the sun was beating down on me. So much for being in school before the sun started burning my skin.
“Yeah I’m ok.” I said picking myself off the ground.
I stepped onto the bus and made my way to the back toward Stacy. Brock was across from her staring at me as a approached. I swung into the seat that Stacy was in.
“You look like shit Jack.” was the first thing she said to me. “why the hell were you on the ground? We were waiting for you to get up for a while.”
“I must have fallen asleep waiting for the bus.” I lied trying to think of really what happened.
They had been waiting for me for a while. I must have passed out or something. It felt like it was only a few seconds. Dang I cant be having a major breakdown rate now. Its almost my birthday and I had to be prepared for this party. I didn’t need to get even more messed up before hand. Bad enough I had no idea who this guy was my father mentioned.
“Hey you. I missed ya yesterday. Had no one to talk to in study hall.” Brock said leaning over from across the walkway. “and no one to cheat off of on the test we had in Global.” he added.
Brock had brown hair and he was slim. He had blue eyes. It was rare to have blue eyes and brown hair. But I did have to admit he was not a bad looking guy. I couldn’t understand why he was singe. He had not had a girlfriend in four years.
“Well you managed didn’t you.” I said sarcastically.  “and what test you talking about?”
“It was a pop test. One of the states and their capitals. It was mad easy thou. I didn’t need ya that bad.” he reached in his bag a pulled out the test. He got a hundred.
“Looks like you really didn’t need me. But I’m here now so you can stop crying.” I reached over a patted his leg. “I’m just messing with ya buddy.”
He smiled and turned to look out his window.
The rest of the bus ride was quiet and calm. No one said anything to me. I just sat there with my eyes closed thinking about the talk I’m going to have when I get home. I couldn’t wait. As much as I didn’t want to know I just couldn’t wait to have this talk. Something about a mysterious man waiting till I turned eighteen to talk to me just was so fascinating to me.
I opened my eyes to find the bus was parked in front of the school.
“Alright your going to meet me at the bus at noon right?” Stacy asked standing up.
“What do you mean at noon?” I asked puzzled.
“We get out early today. Its Friday and tomorrow is Halloween.” she put here hand on my shoulder. “are you sure your ok?” she asked starting to rub my back.
I stood up and kissed her on the cheek. “Yeah I’m fine. I guess missing a day messed up my week.” I stepped out to the walkway and let her out of the seat.
“Il see you then alright babe.” she said turning around facing me once she was out of the seat.
“Alright.” I said planting another kiss on her sweet lips.
She was wearing a really nice pink skirt with a beautiful white rosy shirt. He hair was short and curly. Her nails were painted black. One my favorite colors.  And man did she look hot.
She turned around and made her way threw the walkway. I fallowed close behind her. We both stepped off the bus and looked at each other one more time before we went our separate ways. She waved bye, and I waved back.
I turned and headed for the big school. Shadows Deep Middle High School. I’m glad I’m at my last year here. Drives me crazy to still be here but with Stacy and Brock here it made it worth the time.
I turned around one last time before I entered the school to see if I could see Stacy. She was standing with a man. The guy looked like he was in his forty’s. She just stared at him  like she was staring into space. The guy wrapped his arm around her and took her over to a black car. He turned and looked rate at me with a glare as he put her in the car. He closed the door then smiled and went around to the other side and got in. I didn’t know weather I should chase after the car. Maybe it was one her relatives. I have not met them all yet.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and I see Brock.
“Who did Stacy just get into the car with?” he asked.
“I don’t know I was hoping you could tell me. Could it be a family member?” I asked looking back to where the car was, but it was gone.
“The only family members she has up here I thought were her mother and father. And her father does not look like that guy.” he said turning around and heading into the school.
I turned around and followed  Brock into the school. It was probably nothing and I’m getting worked up about. But if she was not here at noon when school was out. That’s when I will start to get irritated. Cause Stacy never lies to me.

My Novel The NoCturnal Flesh

The NoCturnal Flesh

Preface

Making our way threw life as life intended us to. Watching the beauty that grows around. Being attracted to things that are not of this world. That’s how I meet him for the first time. Not knowing that a part of me in the past had much to do with him and the world he’s from. Entering my mind and transforming what I know into what I truly am. And who I am I have yet to figure that out myself. Knowing that my mother and father (at least in this life) could care less of what becomes of me. The only hope I have now is to follow this man into a world that I know nothing of. A place that has been awaiting my return. If there is but one person left to stand in the Fires of Hell, than why not stand for what you truly are.. And believe in!

Chapter 1

The grass is cold and damp as is bushes around my sides. Staring into the sky I start to think about the stars. If I could visit any star out there what would it be like? Such a silly question to be asking yourself, but I ask myself a lot of stupid questions.
My aunt Linda and uncles Bob are sitting in the house having coffee with my mother and father. Counting the minutes I have till I have to go inside for bed. Dreading every second that goes by knowing that I would have to deal with all the bitching.
I start playing with my hair as it blows across my face. Hoping that my parents don’t peek at the clock. But to my surprise I see my mother walking over towards the sliding glass door of our two story trash can.
“Time for bed Jack!” she yelled at the top of her lungs even thou I was ten feet away.
She always seems to make things out more than they are. Like the time she told my father I  was whoring my self off to three girls at the movies when it was only with my girlfriend. She would ship me off to the farthest orphanage if she had the chance.
I get up and brush myself off. I make my way to the doors looking down at my black combat boots. I could feel the fresh raindrops on my pale whit skin as they shot down from the stars. I always enjoyed the smell of rain or a nice cloudy day. The sun was a bit much considering I had long black hair and wore black all the time. Its kind of a symbol of how much I hate my life rate now and cant wait the day I turn eighteen.
I enter the house finding my father sitting near the window at the table and my Aunt across from him.
“Where is uncle Bob?” I asked hoping I don’t get a smart answer in return.
I look over at my mother. She stared rate back into my eyes. She had this look that could kill half America if she looked at them just right. Coldness settled in-between us as I began to ask the question again. “Wher…”
“Never mind that, just get to bed Jack!” my mother snapped before I cold even finish!
Without hesitation I made my way threw the kitchen. My aunt just stared at me along with my father as I passed them by. My mother on the other hand just stood there looking to the floor. Paying no attention to me at all. Roomer going around is that she is planning on sending me off to live with my uncle Robert. Savage man he is. Beats his wife. Keeps his kids in the basement. We are talking the 19th century here.
I made my way to my bedroom door that stood tall across from the bathroom. There was a pale white light peeking out from the bottom of the bathroom door. I knew my uncle was in there. He was another beast just like my mother and father. Family members say he killed a few people in his years. He didn’t look so tough to me considering  he was skinnier than me. I think I beat him a couple time in arm wrestling as well. But people don’t need to be big and strong to kill anyone. He probably used a weapon. I don’t see him using his bare hands for anything but beating off.
The doorknob turned and he stepped out looking at me like he wanted to strangle me. “What do you want killer? Get to bed!” he snaps passing by. He scratches the white wall as he makes his way to the kitchen to join the others for a nice hot cup of coffee.
Bring it on.. Bring it on! I thought to myself.
My family comes from a long stretch of violent history. Back in the Seventeen Hundreds my family was know as Grotesque and Demonic kings. Tortured many and enslaved millions. Mortish Selvon Tesque was one of the worst. She is an ancestor on my mothers side. Her great great grandmother. Said to have brainwashed half the nation into a dark army. Tries to enslave the world trying to make her name remembered. I don’t know much of what happened or what became of her. My fathers side was not bad at all. Some ancestors actually raised against my mothers. The legends say a great war almost broke out but something happened then that changed life forever. Legends also say it was God himself that placed a seal in time that broke all the chain of events occurred. To tell you the truth the thought of a god even existing built rage inside.
I grew up knowing some but not all of my parents history. Both my mother and father use to practice their beliefs with me. They said I needed to be prepared for a choice. After being pressured into a lot of stuff I didn’t believe in, I blocked everything out and started rejecting all they tried to feed me. They rejected my choice and called me Atheist. That’s when they started caring less and less of me. They pushed me away and so did the other family members.
It grew onto me and I got use to it. I have been planning on leaving on my eighteenth birthday. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind or even noticed. We lived in a small town called Shadows Deep.  Population, sixty two. The Rusty Mts. are rate behind my house. There is a trail that leads into them. I have never been there but heard my mother and father talk about how dangerous it is all the time. Razor sharp rocks and dampness along with thick layers of fog.
I stare into the kitchen one last time before I walk into my room. They are just chatting. Talk about nothing really I bet. Sipping there coffee with their big smiles. Makes me sick to watch. I was so tempted to run up and just throw the steaming hot coffee all over every one of them. It was beginning to become a fetish the see my family in pain and agony. Putting a smile on my face every time it passes my mind.
I enter my room and shut the door behind me. My room was a small box about twenty feet by twenty. Small bed and a dresser built into the wall. A small square widow that let in little sunlight above my bed.  And that was about it. There was a round floor rug that lay in the center of the floor. The walls were a bright yellow. Looked kind of like horse piss.
I strip down to my boxers and flop onto my bed. Closing my eyes I begin to think about my eighteenth birthday and leaving. How much better my life could be. Even if I was to sleep in the trees or on a muddy wet ground. It would be better than staying in this shit hole. Even better than staying with my uncle. But just the thought of it made me even more sleepy. I just wanted the day to come as quick as possible.
Almost fast asleep I hear pounding on my door.
“What!” I yelled trying to sit up. My muscles were so weak so I just lay there.
“Stacy is on the phone.” my father said opening the door and stepping in. He had light brown hair and a lazy eye. He was not as mean as my mother but he does have his moments.
“Oh thanks” I said reaching for the phone.
The door shut and the room was dark again. I place the phone to my ear. But I was not able to get the first word in.
“¡Hola! ¿Cómo su día hoy fue?” she said in some type of language. My guess is Spanish.
“Speak English please. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.” I said smiling. “How you been baby?”
“Soy bueno. ¿Viene usted educar hoy?” she said again in Spanish.
Stacy was my girlfriend. The only person in the world who I trusted and truly loved more than my own family. She had beautiful blond hair and very fair skin. She have hazel green eyes and a beautiful smile.
“Please speak English babe.” I said again this time more serious.
“Oh alright.” and there was a pause. “I said I’m good and asked if you were coming to school tomorrow. You were not in today and everyone was asking about you. You even had me worried a little” she said laughing on the other end. “You know how Brock gets whenever you don’t show up. I think he might even have a crush on ya stud!”
She always messed with me about Brock cause he was bi. And the worse part is that he really did have a crush on me. Has had one since he met me. I find it quite appealing to get all the attention. Stacy says I’m too much of a stud for anyone but her. I do have to admit my six pack and boyish good looks do stick out even with long black hair.
“Yeah your funny.” I said sounding like I really didn’t find it that appealing. “Yeah I will be in school tomorrow. I was sick today and really was not in the mood to deal with school activities. Plus my mother has been snapping at me again and Id just rather be outside or hide in my room.”
“Well you better come cause I don’t want to be seen without my boy here. People will start to think I’m single.” she said laughing again. “and you know how many of them boys want me.”
“Alright alright that’s enough.” I said getting irritated about what she had said. “You don’t have to go that far. You know I don’t like you talking about other guys.”
I reach down to fix my mid section area. Sitting in the same spot just got uncomfortable after a while and I just had to fix myself.
“Well you better be in tomorrow that’s all I got to say. I’m going to get some sleep so, I’ll see ya in the AM.”
“Alright I’ll see ya in the AM. Love you.”
“Love ya” she said and we hung up.
Well I knew that was coming. She hadn’t called all day so I was hoping she call before I fell asleep.
I stood to my feet and threw on the pants by my bed. I headed for the kitchen to drop off the phone. Everyone was gone but my mother and father sitting at the table still drinking coffee. This was the first time the family left early. I wonder if something was up. Either way I was hoping not to find out, at least tonight.
“Here is the phone.” I said handing it to my father. He looked at me and grabbed the phone out of my hand,
“We need to talk tomorrow Jack. Its nothing bad we just want to ask you a few things.” said my father not even looking at me. He looked like he was about to cry. It dint really bother me much.
“It has to be after school. Stacy will rip my head off if I miss another day.”
“Ha-ha.” my mother giggle but in a nice manner. “That’s fine. Like your father said its nothing bad. We just want to talk to you about your birthday party.”
Party? I thought to myself. The last party I had was about ten years ago.
“I didn’t even know I was going to have a party. This is new. What’s this about?” I asked staring back and fourth from my mother to my father.
It really did have me thinking cause my parents never have done anything like this for me in a long time. I couldn’t help but suspect some kind of cruel trick or something. Maybe they were going to ship me off when I turn eighteen. Or maybe they were going to kill me and burry me deep into the earth. Or it could just be them having a change of heart.. But I doubt that.
“You will find out tomorrow. Don’t worry cause its not bad. Just go to bed.” my father said pointing to my room.
I said nothing and turned and headed for my room. Something was up and it was going to bug me all night. I probably wont even be able to sleep cause its going to bug me so much.
When I got to my door I turned the doorknob and opened it. I looked back into the kitchen hoping to hear a little of what they were saying. But all I got was something about bills and car payments.
I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. I flopped onto my bed again and shut my eyes. What could they want to talk about? I guess I had no choice but to wait till tomorrow after school.
What could it be? I kept thinking to myself as I dozed off.

The Cry Part 2 (2008)

The Cry (Part 2) (2008)
Current mood: warm
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Cry (Part 2)

 

 

I look at myself, and I see a blank face.

A lost soul, that has been misplaced.

At this hour in hand, The moonlight is bright.

Making it clear to see, the graves in sight.

With a pick in my hand, and a empty grave at me feet.

Waiting for this moment, to be complete.

I look to the left, and I look to the right.

Dead trees and leaves on the ground, scattered all over in the night.

Its about to begin, as the sun starts to rise.

The world is about to see, the biggest surprise.

Cause when the sun hit’s the ground, on this very day.

All that I have stood for, will fade away.

I will rest here in this grave, as alone as I am.

Waiting for the moment, to be set free again.

The break is almost here, it gets brighter as I stand.

Looking up in the sky, I drop everything in my hand.

The sun hits my face, and makes its way to my feet.

As I fall to my grave, about 10 feet deep.

My face hit’s the ground, as I lay face first.

All the energy I have inside of me, is about to burst.

I fall asleep, in my own dirt.

Just thinking and thinking, about all my hurt!

 

Jake Alexander Cruse

Kris Kay ran into Manson and the Spooky Kids (A Great Story)

Kris Kay ran into Manson and the Spooky Kids (A Great Story)
Current mood: amused
Category: Life

Kris Kay ran into Manson and the Spooky Kids as a young boy in Florida. He goes into detail about that early time in Marilyn Manson’s career. We keep in touch and talk about about tours with Ozzfest that feature Hustler wear.

A friend ran into me at the Irvine Manson concert south of LA. He was a publisher who had a writer call in sick, so he paid my way to Vegas and asked me to stop by Mandalay Bay Casino to cover the 15th Annual Gentlemens Club Owners Expo. Here I met Kris who was working for his magazine in Clearwater, Florida. We listened to lawyers, insurance agents and club owners talk about the laws changing the industry.

But while covering Marilyn Manson’s concert tour for my fifth book on studying Marilyn Manson, I figured – why not cover the Manson Tour in Las Vegas as well as Concord, Irvine, Phoenix and Texas?

Why not ask Jessica Drake if she dances to Manson? Why not ask Tera Patrick about rock and the Manson band? I started quizzing burlesque stars, adult actresses and new girls to feature films like Ashlynn Brooke, Delilah Strong and Casey Parker. I met with publishers who took me to a huge party at Scores Gentlemen’s Club in Las Vegas. The sound system was hooked up to television monitors throughout the building. As soon as I walked in with my friends, three DJs blasted Marilyn Manson’s BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE around the room. Manson screamed over the monitors. I stopped overwhelmed by the scene: naked bodies dancing on three stages, fivve tables serving up a buffet, which helped because I hadn’t eaten all day, only drank about four cups of coffee after driving from LA, and the speakers literally pounded the music so that I felt like I was in a scene from one of my Manson books and he was going to step out on stage to kick some heads in and hollar the lyrics from Beautiful People.

So in the next few videos uploaded from a connection at a cafe in Mandalay Bay Hotel & Casino, I will try to describe the take on fans talking about Marilyn Manson’s influence, especially as they dance for customers on stages around the globe.

Kris Kay is now Editor of Erotic Dancer Magazine and Teeze. He specializes in the business of intimate apparel and products.

DEEP THOUGHTS

 

TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR LIFE AS IT IS NOW, ARE YOU WHERE YOU WANT TO BE…CAN YOU REACH OUT A LITTLE MORE? GRAB SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO REACH. THIS IS A NEW STEP IN LIFE, A NEW LOOK ON LIFE, A NEW WAY OF LIFE. IN THIS TIME WE EITHER LIVE AND WIN, OR LOSSE AND FALL. I WILL POST MORE ON THIS IN A FEW….THINK ABOUT IT FOR A SEC…ARE YOU WHERE YOU WANT TO BE??

JC

Luke, A True Friend

Luke

 

 

 

I would like to begin,

With a look into your eyes.

Letting you know,

You are a special guy.

With a hand on your shoulder,

I let myself in.

Letting you know,

Im about to begin.

We shared many smiles,

We’re sharing one now.

Still looking into your eyes,

My special pal.

What I see in you,

Is my guardian Angle.

Who is loved and cared,

By many Angles.

Buddy o’l pal,

I love you my friend.

And Im glad to be with you,

Until the end.

So I give you my heart,

With a big o’l smile.

Cause this is only goodbye,

For a little while.

 

Jake Alexander Cruse

Midnight (2007)

Midnight (2007)
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

I wait for the time, it comes real slow.
I would rather hide, but you already know.
What lays in the dark, with a glare in my eye.
Staring close, as you sit and cry.
You hear me breath, as your tears fall down.
Waiting for me, to take care of your frown.
But I sit and watch, as you wipe them away.
You get on your knees, and begin your pray.
Your words are soft, and pure as can be.
But you know your words, are hard for me to see.
You look back, to make sure Im there.
But my look brings, a chill in the air.
You look away, and look into the sky.
You can tell, midnight has passed by.
You begin to stand up, and take in the fresh air.
You realize it was me that made you feel better, not the prayer.

Jake Alexander Cruse

Remember

Draining him slow,

Remember
Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

 

 

 

 

Remember the nights when the sky was so dark,

And the sounds of the wind blow threw the trees?

Remember the smell of the rain as it falls to the ground,

As we sit under the tree down to our knees?

Remember the stream of water that flowed down beside us,

As we played as if we were the captain of the seas?

I do……

I remember you smile in the dark night sky!

I remember holding you in the cold wind!

I remember being your shelter as the rain fell from the sky!

I remember sharing our first kiss down under that tree!

I remember being your ship in the stream near the tree!

I even remember you asking me to be your captain of the seven seas!

 

 

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Nobody (2007)

A Nobody,

raised in the wind.

Dirty and wasted,

For he has sin.

A crushed heart,

Lay inside his soul.

The Nobody hangs,

Above a blood filled bowl.

Draining him slow,

Drip after Drip after Drip.

A blood bath,

But unable to grip.

The Nobodies,

That has gone this far.

The dead will always be with them,

And will always know who they are!

Jake Alexander Cruse