User:Alucardon

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STORY #1...CHOP MEAT CHARLIE.

                                        Chop Meat Charlie 

It was always the beef. It had a kind of irony, bloody taste that confounded your taste buds and alerted your stomach to impending danger. No matter how much barbecue sauce, salt, or any other condiment I doused it with, the ghastly taste still remains. My mother and grandmother had no problem eating it; maybe it’s in the Italian taste buds. Just then, I`m remembered that it was Wednesday, meatball night. What I thought was going to be a daily run to Chop Meat Charlie`s, would soon become a fight for survival.

As always, when my mom and me got to Chop Meat Charlie`s, it was the equivalent of a barn; a bunch of loud and smelly animals in a small space clamoring to get some low quality food. Usually, when I got to Chop Meat Charlie`s I would plop myself down on one of his splintered wooden chairs, and begin to write in my journal. Before I sat down though, I thought I heard a muffled yell. I`m no perceptive hearer, but my dulled sense of hearing found me to conclude that the yell meant “Help me please.” Not one of the savage flesh eaters on line heard the yell, not even the janitor mopping up the blood stains from the floor. So, of course, I took it into my own hands to investigate where the yell came from. Was I scared? No, not really. My willpower drove me to sneak behind the cashier and into the back room, where I heard the yell. A dead man tells no tale, as I was soon about to discover.

As I was entering the back room, a dark veil covered my eyes. I couldn`t see anything, not even my hand in front of my face.”This isn`t natural darkness…” I thought to myself. As soon as I was about to turn back, I heard a moan coming from up ahead. My curiosity wasn`t normal curiosity, it was powered by determination, and maybe some macabre intentions. I compelled my legs to move forward, starting at slight taps to normal walking when I hit something. I looked down to touch what it was, and a cold shiver shot up my spine. I looked down, and what I saw frightened me to the chambers of my heart. Looking right into my eyes, a man covered in crimson. I couldn`t know whether he was dead or not, all I knew were that his pupils were small, and that he had an open wound on his forehead. As I was checking his pulse, a needle like pain shot right up my back. I shuddered, and everything went black.

I was woken by a swift slap on my cheek. Everything was blurry, I couldn`t see straight. I knew I was under some type of drug, though I couldn`t put my finger on which one. Before I could react, someone or something grabbed me by my throat and flung me into a cage. I noticed my

feet and hands were shackled, but the entity that threw me into this asylum took the cuffs off. Up ahead, I saw a guy my age, though he didn`t seem quite right. It seemed as though he was drooling, drooling at the sight of me. It looked…tortured; tortured from something with no mercy, no heart. Behind a locked door, an chilling voice yelled “Lunch time Logan!” In an instant, the man-beast lunged at me throat. I ducked, and the beast hurtled right into the iron cage. I thought it would be knocked unconscious, but I was mistaken.

With a grin, the beast turned to me and hissed “Put up a fight, will you?” It lounged at my chest, and what I thought would be my final moments, turned out to be one of my luckiest. I had not noticed the mechanical ankle bracelet attacked on the creature`s left knee. Right before it was about to tear me to shreds, the ankle bracelet shot a jolt of electricity so powerful I could see it happening. Logan`s eyes rolled back into his sockets, he was dead, I hope. Out of the magical black in front of me appeared Chop Meat Charlie. With a maniacal laugh, he uttered “You`ll make good meat today boy!” With that, I felt the same needle like pain shoot up my spine, and I faded out of consciousness.

I woke up in a cold sweat, with a knife at my throat. “Don`t make any sudden moves.” The man I used to know as Chop Meat Charlie said. In the past, I always respected Chop Meat Charlie. He was a kind and generous old man, with the ability to handle everything with a regal eloquence. I don`t know what compelled him to sink rock bottom, but it made him sick and twisted, a vision of death. I had to do something, I was about to get killed! When I was about to draw my final breath, I had an epiphany.

While Charlie was about to cut me up into bush meat, with no intention I grabbed the pencil I used for writing in my journal and stabbed the old demon in the eye. Being an old man, his reactions were slow, and I quickly overwhelmed him. Without any thought, I picked up the sharpened butcher`s knife that was soon to spell my end, and stabbed Charlie in the chest. It was harsh, I know, but it was a matter of life or death. While Charlie was hysterically yelling in pain, I rushed out of the butcher`s house, away from my mother, away from everyone. The police were soon alerted to Charlie`s disappearance, and I told the whole story of what happened. “The deed was done” I said “Only he was to blame.” Charlie`s reign of virgin blood was over. At least my life can go on.

The End

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