Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Final Round: ???)
10-07-2011, 08:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
The golden glow expanded, filling the entire room and somehow growing brighter and brighter. Hector recoiled from the glow, squeezing his eyes shut had no effect, Helen’s glow burned straight through his eyelids.
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Hector awoke with a start, sitting up in bed.
“What’s wrong?” Helen sat up and took Hector’s hand in her own. He glanced around their bedroom; a distressed group of creatures scurried around on the floor around the bed. The window was open, letting in the cool early morning air. He turned to look at his wife. Her beautiful golden skin, her long silver hair, her ample bosom; she was, as ever, perfect.
“I just had the weirdest dream.” He said. He hesitated as he attempted to recount the dream but found it was no more than a distant murky memory.
“A nightmare?” Helen asked. Hector just shrugged. Helen leaned over and kissed her husband. All thoughts of the dream were quickly forgotten. Hector ran his hands down her naked back and pulled her close. Helen pressed herself tightly against him, causing a cat and a rooster to materialise at the foot of the bed. It was an involuntary reaction and it never failed to amuse Helen. Giggling immaturely, she pushed Hector down onto his back and climbed on top of him.
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Several minutes later a flock of doves flew from the bedroom window of the Metah household.
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It was near enough time to wake up anyway, so they decided to do so. One quick shower and a shave later Hector was dressed and ready to face the day. Strangely he’d had trouble tying his tie, after a fruitless five minutes he had given up and opted to go without. So, looking slightly more casual than usual, he made his way downstairs. Helen was making breakfast.
She was wearing a plain dress that upon someone else would have looked unflattering, but a simple dress could not hide her beauty. Hector walked up behind her, brushed her hair to one side and kissed her upon the neck.
“Not now dear.” Helen said playfully.
“But I can’t help myself…” Hector mock-whined. Helen turned around, gave him a quick good morning kiss and shooed him away, did he want his pancakes to get burnt? Hector replied that no he did not and Helen dished up. She poured a generous helping of some kind of brown syrup over the pancakes.
“This is…?” Hector asked warily.
“Maple syrup.” Helen replied patiently.
“Ahh.” Hector said and paused. “Is that the one made from…” He struggled to find the correct word, “…a tree?”
“Yes love.” Helen said not breaking her stride as she walked into the hallway. “Kids! Breakfast time!” she yelled. Within moments there was the pounding of heavy feet as Anarchy Alpha and Chin-Killa X-Treme rushed downstairs. They rushed past their mother without saying a word. They sat down and quickly started munching their breakfast, every now and again pausing to whisper something to one another or make silly faces.
“Don’t forget that my mother is coming around for dinner tonight.” Helen said. Hector almost choked upon his coffee. He never really got along with Fiona, he always got the impression that she had never approved of them. From the fact that they’d had the kids before they’d married and that they’d married straight out of high school, Fiona believed that he was a bad influence. “Do you think we could have one nice meal without you and her getting into a fight about something or other?”
“I doubt it.” Hector said. “Your mother always starts it!” Helen frowned at him. “Okay.” He said. “For you, I will do my utmost not to be baited into an argument with that ice queen.”
“Thank you dear.” Helen said, planting a kiss upon his cheek. Breakfast finished pretty uneventfully. Hector had a hard time remembering where he had left his briefcase and was still looking for it when the school bus pulled up for Anarchy Alpha and Chin-Killa X-Treme.
“Behave you two!” he yelled after them as they darted out of the door. Eventually Helen found his briefcase, and since he was already running late, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before rushing off to work.
Helen watched from the kitchen window as he drove away. She smiled happily. Everything was perfect, just as she had intended. She whistled a happy tune as she did the washing up, tidied up after Hector and the kids, and finally with its purple leash in hand she called for Praetorian to come for its walk.
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Work was by and large pretty uneventful. Gretalis had once again misfiled a whole bunch of papers so most of Hector’s morning was spent fixing the demon’s fuckup. He had no idea why they didn’t just fire that guy; whenever he walked past his cubicle the demon had his feet up on the desk and was chatting away on his iphone.
Just as he was heading out to lunch Jastra stuck her head and captivating bosom over the walls of his cubicle and started filling him in on the latest gossip of the day. Apparently Noel Gagford, the big boss of 5104Corp, had had a nervous breakdown in the night. He turned up that morning ranting and raving that none of this was real, all the time spewing vitriolic bile upon anyone who tried to insist otherwise. Jastra said that he’d had to be forcibly restrained and this guy, The Superintendant, was taking over in the meantime.
At lunch he grabbed a bite to eat at a local café with Jastra and James Pilgrim. The fishman was pretty dull company, but he was a straight talker and he didn’t make extra work for Hector. Sometimes he’d swing by Hector’s cubicle and insist on helping out, as though someone somewhere was keeping karmic score.
That afternoon Visyvia, his supervisor, cautioned him once again about bringing animals into the workplace, and once again he explained that it wasn’t actually his fault. Technically there wasn’t really anything she could do, but she never seemed to let that deter her.
Eventually it was time to go home; Hector did so with a smile upon his face and a spring in his step.
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Hector pushed open the front door and stopped dead. There was something wrong, something he couldn’t put his finger upon. He put down his briefcase and dropped his car keys into the bowl.
“Honey I’m home.” He said uncertainly. All was silent, eerily so. The house was dark, he went to flick the lights on and nothing happened. There must be a… uh… a power cut, he reasoned. “Helen?” he called nervously, as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a flashlight from beneath the sink. He clicked it on, but it did nothing. Anxiously he guessed the battery must be dead. The darkness felt oppressive, like a shroud over him.
“Helen!?” He called again, the panic audible in his voice. “Kids!?” There was a noise in the silence; the sound of something falling to the ground and shattering. Hector’s heart leapt to his throat. He grabbed the heaviest thing he could find in the dark, a rolling pin, and stalked towards the lounge.
The floor was tacky. On the floor lay the lifeless corpses of Anarchy Alpha and Chin-Killa X-Treme. Without even realising he had done it Hector was suddenly kneeling by their side, weeping over their bodies. Part of him couldn’t process it, couldn’t believe that his beloved children were dead. All the good times they had shared cut tragically short, his hopes and dreams for their futures never to be realised. Helen was going to be devastated… Helen!
“Helen!” he yelled desperately, grabbing hold of the rolling pin again. He stood up and quickly ran into the hall, ran up those stairs, tears streaming down his face. A dim light shone from beneath the bathroom door. Without slowing down, without taking a second to think he shoved the door open and was confronted by his wife; bloodstained and weeping, a bloody knife in her hands.
“Hector!” She sobbed. “What’s going on?” His heart felt like it had been torn out.
“What did you do!” he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“There were things in my house!” She wept. “I was defending myself!”
“Helen how could you do that?!” Hector fell to his knees at her feet and grabbed her by the shoulders. “How could you do that to our kids?”
“They weren’t our kids!” She cried. “How could they be? They weren’t even human!” There was nothing but silence. Hector’s face hardened, he stood up and stepped back from his wife.
“Hector!” she cried, suddenly stumbling forwards on her knees and clutching at his shirt, leaving bloody handprints where she grasped. “Don’t leave me Hector. I don’t understand.”
“You killed our children.” Hector said coldly. “That’s all there is to understand.”
“No my love.” Helen cried. “Nothing makes sense. Why are our children not human? Why when we had them so young, are they still in school? What do you even do at that job you go to?” Hector was for a moment speechless; as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had no answer to her questions.
“Shut up!” He snapped instinctively.
“Hector… why do you not understand plants and animals? If you were born here in this world then it doesn’t make sense.”
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, unwilling to hear that what he had no answer to. He turned and fled the bathroom, stormed down the stairs and almost out of the front door. He came to a stop in the open doorway and stared out into the endless blackness that lay beyond.
The golden glow expanded, filling the entire room and somehow growing brighter and brighter. Hector recoiled from the glow, squeezing his eyes shut had no effect, Helen’s glow burned straight through his eyelids.
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Hector awoke with a start, sitting up in bed.
“What’s wrong?” Helen sat up and took Hector’s hand in her own. He glanced around their bedroom; a distressed group of creatures scurried around on the floor around the bed. The window was open, letting in the cool early morning air. He turned to look at his wife. Her beautiful golden skin, her long silver hair, her ample bosom; she was, as ever, perfect.
“I just had the weirdest dream.” He said. He hesitated as he attempted to recount the dream but found it was no more than a distant murky memory.
“A nightmare?” Helen asked. Hector just shrugged. Helen leaned over and kissed her husband. All thoughts of the dream were quickly forgotten. Hector ran his hands down her naked back and pulled her close. Helen pressed herself tightly against him, causing a cat and a rooster to materialise at the foot of the bed. It was an involuntary reaction and it never failed to amuse Helen. Giggling immaturely, she pushed Hector down onto his back and climbed on top of him.
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Several minutes later a flock of doves flew from the bedroom window of the Metah household.
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It was near enough time to wake up anyway, so they decided to do so. One quick shower and a shave later Hector was dressed and ready to face the day. Strangely he’d had trouble tying his tie, after a fruitless five minutes he had given up and opted to go without. So, looking slightly more casual than usual, he made his way downstairs. Helen was making breakfast.
She was wearing a plain dress that upon someone else would have looked unflattering, but a simple dress could not hide her beauty. Hector walked up behind her, brushed her hair to one side and kissed her upon the neck.
“Not now dear.” Helen said playfully.
“But I can’t help myself…” Hector mock-whined. Helen turned around, gave him a quick good morning kiss and shooed him away, did he want his pancakes to get burnt? Hector replied that no he did not and Helen dished up. She poured a generous helping of some kind of brown syrup over the pancakes.
“This is…?” Hector asked warily.
“Maple syrup.” Helen replied patiently.
“Ahh.” Hector said and paused. “Is that the one made from…” He struggled to find the correct word, “…a tree?”
“Yes love.” Helen said not breaking her stride as she walked into the hallway. “Kids! Breakfast time!” she yelled. Within moments there was the pounding of heavy feet as Anarchy Alpha and Chin-Killa X-Treme rushed downstairs. They rushed past their mother without saying a word. They sat down and quickly started munching their breakfast, every now and again pausing to whisper something to one another or make silly faces.
“Don’t forget that my mother is coming around for dinner tonight.” Helen said. Hector almost choked upon his coffee. He never really got along with Fiona, he always got the impression that she had never approved of them. From the fact that they’d had the kids before they’d married and that they’d married straight out of high school, Fiona believed that he was a bad influence. “Do you think we could have one nice meal without you and her getting into a fight about something or other?”
“I doubt it.” Hector said. “Your mother always starts it!” Helen frowned at him. “Okay.” He said. “For you, I will do my utmost not to be baited into an argument with that ice queen.”
“Thank you dear.” Helen said, planting a kiss upon his cheek. Breakfast finished pretty uneventfully. Hector had a hard time remembering where he had left his briefcase and was still looking for it when the school bus pulled up for Anarchy Alpha and Chin-Killa X-Treme.
“Behave you two!” he yelled after them as they darted out of the door. Eventually Helen found his briefcase, and since he was already running late, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before rushing off to work.
Helen watched from the kitchen window as he drove away. She smiled happily. Everything was perfect, just as she had intended. She whistled a happy tune as she did the washing up, tidied up after Hector and the kids, and finally with its purple leash in hand she called for Praetorian to come for its walk.
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Work was by and large pretty uneventful. Gretalis had once again misfiled a whole bunch of papers so most of Hector’s morning was spent fixing the demon’s fuckup. He had no idea why they didn’t just fire that guy; whenever he walked past his cubicle the demon had his feet up on the desk and was chatting away on his iphone.
Just as he was heading out to lunch Jastra stuck her head and captivating bosom over the walls of his cubicle and started filling him in on the latest gossip of the day. Apparently Noel Gagford, the big boss of 5104Corp, had had a nervous breakdown in the night. He turned up that morning ranting and raving that none of this was real, all the time spewing vitriolic bile upon anyone who tried to insist otherwise. Jastra said that he’d had to be forcibly restrained and this guy, The Superintendant, was taking over in the meantime.
At lunch he grabbed a bite to eat at a local café with Jastra and James Pilgrim. The fishman was pretty dull company, but he was a straight talker and he didn’t make extra work for Hector. Sometimes he’d swing by Hector’s cubicle and insist on helping out, as though someone somewhere was keeping karmic score.
That afternoon Visyvia, his supervisor, cautioned him once again about bringing animals into the workplace, and once again he explained that it wasn’t actually his fault. Technically there wasn’t really anything she could do, but she never seemed to let that deter her.
Eventually it was time to go home; Hector did so with a smile upon his face and a spring in his step.
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Hector pushed open the front door and stopped dead. There was something wrong, something he couldn’t put his finger upon. He put down his briefcase and dropped his car keys into the bowl.
“Honey I’m home.” He said uncertainly. All was silent, eerily so. The house was dark, he went to flick the lights on and nothing happened. There must be a… uh… a power cut, he reasoned. “Helen?” he called nervously, as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a flashlight from beneath the sink. He clicked it on, but it did nothing. Anxiously he guessed the battery must be dead. The darkness felt oppressive, like a shroud over him.
“Helen!?” He called again, the panic audible in his voice. “Kids!?” There was a noise in the silence; the sound of something falling to the ground and shattering. Hector’s heart leapt to his throat. He grabbed the heaviest thing he could find in the dark, a rolling pin, and stalked towards the lounge.
The floor was tacky. On the floor lay the lifeless corpses of Anarchy Alpha and Chin-Killa X-Treme. Without even realising he had done it Hector was suddenly kneeling by their side, weeping over their bodies. Part of him couldn’t process it, couldn’t believe that his beloved children were dead. All the good times they had shared cut tragically short, his hopes and dreams for their futures never to be realised. Helen was going to be devastated… Helen!
“Helen!” he yelled desperately, grabbing hold of the rolling pin again. He stood up and quickly ran into the hall, ran up those stairs, tears streaming down his face. A dim light shone from beneath the bathroom door. Without slowing down, without taking a second to think he shoved the door open and was confronted by his wife; bloodstained and weeping, a bloody knife in her hands.
“Hector!” She sobbed. “What’s going on?” His heart felt like it had been torn out.
“What did you do!” he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“There were things in my house!” She wept. “I was defending myself!”
“Helen how could you do that?!” Hector fell to his knees at her feet and grabbed her by the shoulders. “How could you do that to our kids?”
“They weren’t our kids!” She cried. “How could they be? They weren’t even human!” There was nothing but silence. Hector’s face hardened, he stood up and stepped back from his wife.
“Hector!” she cried, suddenly stumbling forwards on her knees and clutching at his shirt, leaving bloody handprints where she grasped. “Don’t leave me Hector. I don’t understand.”
“You killed our children.” Hector said coldly. “That’s all there is to understand.”
“No my love.” Helen cried. “Nothing makes sense. Why are our children not human? Why when we had them so young, are they still in school? What do you even do at that job you go to?” Hector was for a moment speechless; as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had no answer to her questions.
“Shut up!” He snapped instinctively.
“Hector… why do you not understand plants and animals? If you were born here in this world then it doesn’t make sense.”
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, unwilling to hear that what he had no answer to. He turned and fled the bathroom, stormed down the stairs and almost out of the front door. He came to a stop in the open doorway and stared out into the endless blackness that lay beyond.
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