Sunday, October 21, 2012

Hey Look its something Retro!

That's right folks! Something Retro!
Nah I'm just fucking with you but this is is something from a project I started in November of 2011 and I'm working on revising it as well as completing it. So I will try to post chapters as they are written and/or revised. I would LOVE your feedback, questions, and critiques to make this something truly amazing and totally awesome. And hopefully something publishable. :D Now that would be awesome for me.
Anyway here is the first chapter of many chapters to come. Enjoy!


Sebastian
3 AM in the dingy hotel room and the faint scent of cigarette smoke filled the space. A flicker of light came from his lighter as he lit a cigarette and he inhaled deeply. A pause, and he exhaled the smoke from his lips. The man leaned back in his chair appearing as if he were in a daze. The hooker he had hired that night to help relieve his…tension had passed out on the bed. No doubt from too much booze she had consumed. Another inhale and another exhale. Sebastian did not care that he was destroying his health nor did he care that he was potentially endangering hers. He grimaced a bit, feeling extremely disgusted with himself after fucking the skinny whore into the bed earlier that night. A loud snore came from the bed as the blonde rolled over, her heavily made up face was smeared. He sat there observing her. She was just like every other whore he encountered. Empty with low morals and low self-esteem. After he finished his cigarette he snuffed it out in his homemade ashtray he always carried with him and rose to his feet heading towards the bathroom, stripping as he went. He needed to wash the filth from his body…as least as well as he could. Naked, he turned the shower on shivering at the cold water as it spouted from the showerhead. His fingers hovered within the line of fire waiting for the water to become warm. A few moments later and he stepped in drawing the curtain closed. He just stood there feeling hollow.
It had been two years since his daughter’s death and since his difficult divorce from his wife. It had left him with hardly anything to hold onto. His ex-wife had gotten most if not all of his assets in the settlement. But that didn’t pain him nearly as much as losing his little girl. She was just barely nine years old when death swept in and stole her away. Dark and miserable thoughts wandered in his mind as he stood under the stream of hot water. It took him a moment to register why he had gone into the shower in the first place, and then he remembered. He picked up the bar of soap and glided it over his tanned flesh scrubbing away the layer of refuse upon him. He lathered up his chest hair as well as the line of hair trailing from his chest to his belly. The soap and water didn’t help any but it made him feel better to scrub himself clean. There was hardly a bar left when he finished lathering the soap upon his body. Tilting his head back he allowed the water to wash onto his face and closed his eyes. The water clung to his hair and face, even soaked into his beard as it gently guided the soap suds on his body to the base of the tub. He heaved a heavy sigh to calm him. The water on his face helped as well. It soothed him greatly. Reminded him of where he came from somehow; even reminded him that he held the power to control and manipulate it. He was far too weary to make the water dance upon his fingertips or create creatures from it. Like when he would for his little girl.
Andrea…
The mere thought of her brought tears to his eyes. The poor child was only nine years old when she died. The sight of her mangled body was burned into his memory…
“Daddy! Daddy help me!”
Her screams echoed through the hallway of the abandoned building and all Sebastian could do was follow helplessly and prayed to God that he would be able to recuse his precious little girl.
“I’m coming Andrea!” He shouted down the hallway. Whirling around the corner he darted into the large room that lay at the end of the hall. Her screams and cries for help became louder and more desperate as he encroached upon the room and slowed when he entered. Before him was his little girl, his only child being clutched to the chest of a strange man, who held a look of derangement in his pale irises. He held a gun to the girl’s head, finger upon the trigger ready to pull.
“Please! Please don’t shoot!” Sebastian cried, his heart thundering in his chest.
“Daddy please…” Andrea whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Shut up you little brat!” the man shouted and pressed the barrel of the gun harder against her temple.
“Let her go! She’s done nothing to you!” Sebastian begged.
The demented man grinned and licked his lips.
“Her body will make fine experimental material, I think I’ll be keeping her with me,” The man sneered as he slowly backed away from Sebastian to the back door. Andrea screamed again sobbing in earnest as the man who held her backed away.
“No! No please let her go! I’m begging you!”
Sebastian moved closer towards the man holding his daughter hostage but when he heard the gun at her head cock the entire room went black. It was if someone had released solid black smoke into the room. There was a gunshot, a scream, the sound of flesh being ripped and torn, a female voice that said “this way” and then the faint sound of a dragging of a body. As quickly as the smoke entered the room it receded leaving Sebastian, and the mangled broken corpse of his daughter…
Lowering his head he placed a hand over his eyes while one braced him against the white tile of the shower and wept. He wept for his little Andrea wishing so badly that she was never taken and that she was still here with him. At least he would have something to live for. He remembered the way she smiled. So joyful and so bright, full of love and life. How her green eyes glimmered in the light. They were much like his own. She was born with her daddy’s eyes. She was a beautiful child, fair skinned with blond hair and freckles that danced across her nose. He began to weep even harder upon the memories haunting him. She was a gift from God and she had been taken away from him. It was then that Sebastian had lost all faith in God. How could God allow this to happen to the most innocent and sweetest little girl on the planet? If God allowed this to happen then to him there was no kind almighty being in the universe. Only a cruel vindictive omnipresent son of a bitch. He fell to his knees his body wracked with sobs as Andrea’s beautiful face haunted him. 

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