Surprise! Here is
the other story I collaborated on
with my roommate. This is the same process as the last story, using the same
prompt where the two of us took turns writing this weird-ass story. The only
difference is that one of us wrote the beginning of the first story while the
other person wrote the beginning of the second story. See if you can tell which
one of us wrote which parts. Hopefully it will be difficult for you. Have fun!
Daniel’s Burden
Daniel woke up
one morning covered in white fabric ribbons. Confused by this, he looked
around. His comforter was completely torn apart! He figured the cat must have
gotten in and started slashing the blankets. He yawned and scratched his nose with his right hand. To his surprise a sharp stabbing pain greeted his nose. He
recoiled in shock and looked at his hand.
His entire
forearm was gone and replaced by a long blade. He screamed and flailed it
around a bit, knocking over a lamp that was on his bedside table. Where the
lamp had been sitting, there was a folded up piece of paper that read “To
Daniel.” He carefully reached over with his left hand and unfolded it with
difficulty. It read:
Dear Daniel,
I’m sure that getting used to your new
appendage will take time. At first it may seem like a deformity or cumbersome,
and it will! That’s why I snuck into your room last night to replace your arm!
Just to fuck with you! By the way, you aren’t getting your arm back. I already
fed it to my pet tiger Priscilla. Enjoy your new life!
Sincerely, Doctor Eisenstein
Daniel put the
letter down, dumbfounded. Who the fuck was Dr. Eisenstein? Apparently he must
be some mad doctor who likes to take random people’s arms. Daniel felt inclined
to hunt down the mad doctor but he had final exams at his high school. The
Doctor had taken his right hand, his right dominant hand! What a dick!
Daniel carefully
got out of bed, minding his sword arm. He decided to skip showering to avoid
slicing anything important. He was able to get his underwear and pants on all
right with one hand, but shirts were another thing. Every shirt he tried on his
sword arm destroyed. Eventually he gave up and found his leather jacket. He
managed to get his sword arm through while slicing the fabric on the inside of
the jacket. He zipped up the jacket after a lot of struggling and was ready to
go.
Daniel was running
late. He should have been at the bus stop at the time he locked the front door.
He ran, ignoring the shocked faces of morning commuters. He reached the corner
of 5th and Peanut Way just as the yellow school bus was pulling
away. In an outburst of rage he threw out his arm and slashed the rear tire. He
watched in horror as the bus swerved into a Hostess truck. There was an
explosion of Twinkies and Ding-Dongs as the school bus flipped over twice,
landing on its back with dozens of screaming kids inside. Daniel watched in
horror as a cigarette fell out of the window of the Hostess truck into the pool
of gasoline that was forming between the two vehicles.
It landed
causing an eruption of flame and before Daniel could blink, both vehicles
exploded. Limbs, bus parts, and Twinkies rained from the sky in a bloody mess.
Daniel could hear sirens. He bolted down the street heading towards who knows
where. Ambulances and fire trucks were heading towards the Hostess massacre. He
kept running and eventually ducked into an alley where he could breathe.
“Hey, kid!” a
voice slurred. “Get outta my house!”
Daniel looked up
to see a drunken homeless person hobbling towards him.
“This is my
house!” The bum shouted getting closer. “Ya can’t be in my house!” The bum got right
in Daniel’s face.
“Get away!”
Daniel said pushing with his right arm. His blade went straight through the
bum. Daniel turned and ran to look for someone that could help him before he’d
kill again.
Daniel ran. By
now the adrenaline had kicked in and he no longer thought about getting tired,
or where he was going for that matter. He wanted only to be alone, to leave the
rest of the world behind, to never show his monstrous appendage or shameful
face to anyone ever again. As he ran, he wondered how he could live with
himself after what he had done. For every teenager on that bus, a family would
be devastated upon hearing the horrible news of their child’s gruesome death.
They would surely want him dead.
Suddenly, two
police cars screeched in front of him from opposite directions, blocking the
way forward through the intersection. He hadn’t heard the sirens. Daniel
stopped running and spun on his heel. He watched a total of eight police cars
block the road in every direction. Cops spilled out of the cars and pointed
their pistols at his chest. Slowly, Daniel raised his arms. He pointed his
blade toward the sky as the hobo’s blood trickled down to his shoulder. He
heaved his chest in and out, trying to catch his breath but standing as still
as possible.
Out of nowhere,
all eight police cars exploded. Daniel screamed and fell to the ground in the
center of the street, surrounded by a devastating ring of fire. The heat was so
intense that he was sure he would be burnt to a crisp in a matter of seconds.
He couldn’t breathe; the flames had swallowed all the oxygen out of the air.
Daniel squinted up at the cool blue sky, wishing it were a swimming pool he
could leap into, but the flames and smoke threatened to swallow it as well.
But then what
was unmistakably a flying saucer swooshed in and hovered above the flaming
circle.
“Ooh, I just
loooooooooove fireworks! Don’t you, Daniel?” came a sinister voice through a
loudspeaker attached to the saucer. “You see, I was planning to just leave you
to suffer with your appendage, but after all the mayhem you’ve accomplished, I
couldn’t resist seeking you out. You’re more capable of fulfilling my
diabolical needs than I ever would have expected from a normal human being, let
alone a pathetic teenage boy. How would you like to come aboard my fabulous
flying abode and assist me?”
As the hot smoke
charged into Daniel’s lungs, his vision had begun to fade. It was restored when
an intense beam of light shot down at him. He became weightless, and began to
rise like a balloon toward the aperture at the base of the saucer. The light
disappeared, the aperture closed, and then he saw no more.
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