Mister Crowley...(Solo Play and Journals of Simon Ward)
Posted: 05 Jul 2018, 22:08
Shadows started to dance. They moved and coalesced. These shadows stirred in a graveyard. A phone was queued in on one of the metal stations on a radio app. As the shadows continued to move like it had a life of its own, the changes went unnoticed. Drinking, smoking, trying to bring back spirits, and other things a certain breed of idiots did in a graveyard were deemed more important. Sometimes people missed the obvious warning signs. Still, the phone owner, and two friends continued their "ritual."
One by one shadows started to pluck them off. The first victim was plucked by a simple grab of the ankles before they were pulled into an all consuming shadow. Shadows continued to work, and a mass of them started to grow with the first person drained.
Once the first person was deemed missing, the second went in to investigate. Darkness consumed them, too. Shadows wrapped around them like tendrils, including one that wrapped around the mouth to muffle any screams. Part of the shadow latched on, and drained of all the thick crimson used to keep life, and unlife, going.
All of the black continued to amass into a form that was starting to take shape. However, the form was that of an non-descript male. A little more anatomically correct than a Ken Doll, but still lacking a lot of features such as a eyes, nose, generally everything in the face, hair, nails, wrinkles, and all the other things that truly created horror and beauty.
Being down two friends, made people notice they were suddenly, and unexpectedly, alone. Shadows continued to move, all going toward one target. Unfortunately, by the time he screamed, tendrils launched into the human's mouth. Before long, he too was drained. A lifeless husk like the rest of them.
One last body of blood caused that shadowy form to take further shape. A black ichor turned to flesh and a young man breathed out, like his stopped heart began beating again. All of the shadows disappeared in a body of smoke. How this trick was done? Even the person would be unaware of. Vampires sometimes did crazy things after a nap that lasted too long.
All the person could do was stare. Confusion, emptiness, and everything else that came with having no memory. An affect for being gone too long, as well. Brown eyes just stared, as the person was immune even to their own nudity.
Luckily, the phone continued to play its songs. A familiar keyboard solo by Don Alrey began. The notes were a mixture of synthesized keyboard notes, along with a setting to make other ones sound akin to the organ played by the phantom of the opera. As the notes continued to play, suddenly the vampire left standing almost flung himself to his knees.
Both hands gripped his head. "Simon! I'm Simon!" he screamed out in his mind, and possibly vocally. The action was lost on him as those notes caused an onslaught of memories to flood his mind. To him, it felt like eternity. In reality it was about 23 seconds.
Simon's mind eased. By the time Alrey's notes became higher, while maintaining an eeriness, everything was clear enough for Simon. Ozzy Osbourne's lyrics for "Mister Crowley" began. For a moment, Simon just bobbed his head to the music before a thought slapped his mind.
Both eyes widened, and the naked vampire rushed to a particular spot in the graveyard. His hands practically dove into the earth as he kept digging. Bit after bit of earth came up until he found a ring. "Renee," he said softly and took the ring with a shaky hands. The right placed the ring on the left one, around the appropriate finger. "I'm coming home," he said in the same soft tone.
Another thought crept into Simon's mind before he rushed back to the phone. He began to work on it quickly. Thanks to the open app, there were no passwords to get through. A few moments were needed to figure out how this phone worked, but the vampire got the hang of it in no time. Simon knew he wasn't gone TOO long, but he needed to confirm if it was long enough to possibly lose a lot.
Typing in CNN's web address into the phone's browser. There was no printed date. A few more news sites were tried before he did a simple look on yahoo, and clicked on the weather. "Okay, July fifth. July what?!" he said and hit the newest article.
His eyes widened at the date, "Twenty-eighteen?!" he cried out. Oh, no. This was bad. He heard of longer naps, but this was too long in his mind.
Pacing again, thoughts plowed into his head. There were so many "What Ifs" his shaky hands snagged the phone. Youtube was promptly opened, and he put on another song. Setting the phone down, In Flames's "Sounds of a Playground Fading," began to play.
Simon's hands played air guitar with the intro. Unlike many air guitarist, Simon actually handled his imaginary instrument with care because he knew the song frontwards and possibly backward. The song was one of his favorites. As the rest of the instruments kicked in, Simon kept playing. However, the words just flowed out of him.
As he sang, Simon's hands continued to play his non-existent guitar until all of him collapsed literally, the weight of the words almost actually hitting him. One thought lingered on his mind, "Will I be left behind?"
One by one shadows started to pluck them off. The first victim was plucked by a simple grab of the ankles before they were pulled into an all consuming shadow. Shadows continued to work, and a mass of them started to grow with the first person drained.
Once the first person was deemed missing, the second went in to investigate. Darkness consumed them, too. Shadows wrapped around them like tendrils, including one that wrapped around the mouth to muffle any screams. Part of the shadow latched on, and drained of all the thick crimson used to keep life, and unlife, going.
All of the black continued to amass into a form that was starting to take shape. However, the form was that of an non-descript male. A little more anatomically correct than a Ken Doll, but still lacking a lot of features such as a eyes, nose, generally everything in the face, hair, nails, wrinkles, and all the other things that truly created horror and beauty.
Being down two friends, made people notice they were suddenly, and unexpectedly, alone. Shadows continued to move, all going toward one target. Unfortunately, by the time he screamed, tendrils launched into the human's mouth. Before long, he too was drained. A lifeless husk like the rest of them.
One last body of blood caused that shadowy form to take further shape. A black ichor turned to flesh and a young man breathed out, like his stopped heart began beating again. All of the shadows disappeared in a body of smoke. How this trick was done? Even the person would be unaware of. Vampires sometimes did crazy things after a nap that lasted too long.
All the person could do was stare. Confusion, emptiness, and everything else that came with having no memory. An affect for being gone too long, as well. Brown eyes just stared, as the person was immune even to their own nudity.
Luckily, the phone continued to play its songs. A familiar keyboard solo by Don Alrey began. The notes were a mixture of synthesized keyboard notes, along with a setting to make other ones sound akin to the organ played by the phantom of the opera. As the notes continued to play, suddenly the vampire left standing almost flung himself to his knees.
Both hands gripped his head. "Simon! I'm Simon!" he screamed out in his mind, and possibly vocally. The action was lost on him as those notes caused an onslaught of memories to flood his mind. To him, it felt like eternity. In reality it was about 23 seconds.
Simon's mind eased. By the time Alrey's notes became higher, while maintaining an eeriness, everything was clear enough for Simon. Ozzy Osbourne's lyrics for "Mister Crowley" began. For a moment, Simon just bobbed his head to the music before a thought slapped his mind.
Both eyes widened, and the naked vampire rushed to a particular spot in the graveyard. His hands practically dove into the earth as he kept digging. Bit after bit of earth came up until he found a ring. "Renee," he said softly and took the ring with a shaky hands. The right placed the ring on the left one, around the appropriate finger. "I'm coming home," he said in the same soft tone.
Another thought crept into Simon's mind before he rushed back to the phone. He began to work on it quickly. Thanks to the open app, there were no passwords to get through. A few moments were needed to figure out how this phone worked, but the vampire got the hang of it in no time. Simon knew he wasn't gone TOO long, but he needed to confirm if it was long enough to possibly lose a lot.
Typing in CNN's web address into the phone's browser. There was no printed date. A few more news sites were tried before he did a simple look on yahoo, and clicked on the weather. "Okay, July fifth. July what?!" he said and hit the newest article.
His eyes widened at the date, "Twenty-eighteen?!" he cried out. Oh, no. This was bad. He heard of longer naps, but this was too long in his mind.
Pacing again, thoughts plowed into his head. There were so many "What Ifs" his shaky hands snagged the phone. Youtube was promptly opened, and he put on another song. Setting the phone down, In Flames's "Sounds of a Playground Fading," began to play.
Simon's hands played air guitar with the intro. Unlike many air guitarist, Simon actually handled his imaginary instrument with care because he knew the song frontwards and possibly backward. The song was one of his favorites. As the rest of the instruments kicked in, Simon kept playing. However, the words just flowed out of him.
(music and lyrics by Björn Gelotte and Anders Fridén, performed by In Flames. All material copyrighted by them, and Century Media respectively)"You can finndddd, All you neeeeddd. The message is in the sillllleeennnncee! Whispers words to calm your miiiind. Reach inside, numb the pain! Come around!! With Annnsswerrrrs!!
We aarrrrreeeeeee ghooosstttsss of the concrete worrrlllddd. Genetic codes of a dying breeddd! Will I be left behiinnnddd? Sounnddsss of a playground fadddinnnngggg."
As he sang, Simon's hands continued to play his non-existent guitar until all of him collapsed literally, the weight of the words almost actually hitting him. One thought lingered on his mind, "Will I be left behind?"