The Viper's BiteA Story by DoormanDan WARNING: THIS IS A PRETTY DARK STORY. Author's Note: So I ended up getting an assignment in my English class. We were told to write a three page short story with elements of realism in it. Now, this story will appear to be about anything BUT realistic things for the most part, but the part that makes the whole thing realistic comes at the end. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this story. Sorry if any of the sentences seem clumsy at all(I had less than a week to write this). I will say that there are probably quite a few problems with this story. The flow's probably horrible, the last few paragraphs near the end are clumsy, and you may think there's no substance to this, but this is the best I can do at the moment. I've had a lot of things I've been having to do, and they have really turned my mind into KFC. Plus I couldn't put all the detail into this that I wanted since I was limited to how long the story could be. Feel free to point out any problems in it. Enjoy :)
The Viper's Bite
Standing at the edge of this wondrous and magical forest, on a bright yellow brick road, was a young boy with dirt brown hair and emerald green eyes. This boy (who was clearly in his mid-teens) had a pale white complexion, a semi-thin build, and was wearing a white t-shirt, sneakers and faded blue jeans. He stared at the spectacle before him with a rather perturbed and confused expression that was almost comical.
“Where " where am I? What is this place?” He asked himself as he continued to take in the mesmerizing setting. Nothing about this made any sense whatsoever-how could any of this madness even be real? More importantly, how had he come to be here in the first place? The boy sifted through his memories; he recalled everything being dark, and then he’d seen a small sliver of light cut into the darkness. The next thing he knew, he was standing on this brick road, in front of this extraordinary forest. As far as any of the events that had taken place a few hours prior to the darkness was concerned, he couldn’t remember a single detail. It was like a big blob of white out had been splattered all over his timeline.
While he was attempting to locate those memories he desperately desired, a mysterious sensation surged through the boy’s body. He didn’t know what it was or where exactly it came from, but whatever it was; it beckoned for him to advance forward into the depths of the toy forest. Despite how much his subconscious screamed for him to fight the sensation, to move away from the forest, his feet started to move forward as if being controlled by an outside force. In a matter of moments the boy had entered the toy forest, and soon found himself wandering its vast interior.
At first, the whole forest emanated an extremely warm, welcoming and amiable aura. Even with how impossible and alien the place was, the boy actually felt safe and relaxed. The further into the bowels he got though, the less, he found, he felt that way. All of the toys around him became noticeably more decrepit, ominous and creepy. Many of the toy soldiers were missing various limbs, some of the marionettes appeared to be getting hanged by the very strings that would be used to move them, and most of the dolls and stuffed animals were either torn to pieces or were missing their eyes, noses and mouths. The very atmosphere of the forest had changed so drastically that the boy almost couldn’t believe it was still the same place he’d entered. It was no surprise that an intense sense of dread soon started to take a hold of his heart.
A few yards further down the path (which he’d realized had changed from one of bright yellow bricks to dirt and gravel), the young boy came to a large clearing. Standing in the middle of that clearing was a male who looked to be in his forties. The man had a burly physique, tanned skin, and black hair covered by a blue baseball cap. His outfit consisted of a black suit, tie, dress pants and dress shoes.
“Wait, is that…” The young boy squinted, trying to get a better view of the man, “…Dad?” He stepped out into the clearing and gingerly approached the man. Surely enough, to his complete amazement, the man was in fact his father. What in the world was he doing in this place? How had he gotten here? Was there any chance that he knew what all of this was about?
As he did so, something truly gruesome happened " his father’s body split in half like plywood. The boy then watched in absolute horror, feeling like he was going to vomit, as a midnight black abomination with razor sharp teeth and demonic, sanguine eyes jumped out of the body. As its wretched, ghastly feet touched the ground, the boy realized with the upmost terror what the creature was " a huge, feral wolf.
The monstrous wolf had its evil, angry looking eyes locked on the young boy. Growling threateningly, the beast drew closer and closer to him until the boy could both feel and smell it’s hot, putrid breath. The boy’s heart was beating faster than the winds of even the strongest tempest, and his mind screamed for him to run, but overwhelming fear had petrified him as if he’d stared into the eyes of Medusa. He tried to scream, but then realized with utter astonishment that his mouth was gone, and in its place were three black stiches. The growl quickly intensified, and the wolf began to speak-with the voice of the boy’s own father
Blazing pain suddenly swept through every part of the boy’s body, making him drop to his knees in agony. He then noticed that his clothes were in tatters, and that various areas of his body were covered in bruises that looked like they had been made by a belt. God, it hurt so much! The boy was in so much pain that he struggled just to breathe. He desperately wanted " no " needed something to make it stop…
As he curled up on the floor, begging to die, the Viper on the table started to speak. “Tell me boy…” It said in a low and somewhat alluring voice, “…are you willing to let me take your pain away?”
The boy didn’t even think before nodding his head up and down. If there was any to free him alleviate his misery, he wanted it no matter what.
Hissing, the venomous serpent slithered over to the wounded boy and revealed its deadly fangs. Without hesitation, the Viper lashed out and sunk its fangs deep into the boy’s neck.
Almost immediately, the searing pain was numbed by overwhelming euphoria. The boy was unable to keep himself from moaning in pleasure " it felt so good! In the blink of an eye, the boy had gone from feeling like he was in hell to being certain that he was in heaven.
Giving yet another hiss, the serpent lashed out once again, and the boy just sighed in relief as its fangs penetrated his skin.
Like before, the boy nodded, and the Viper happily obliged. This time, there was no euphoric feeling though- just a frigid emptiness. The boy’s vision began to blur, and as it did so, panic and confusion coursed through him at the speed of light. What was going on?! Why did he feel so empty?! The boy became more scared than he’d ever been before. This was hell. Scratch that, this was far worse than hell! He found he wanted pain, sorrow, anything but this! Each of his senses was failing him one at a time now, and darkness began to consume him whole. So…empty…
At that moment, the Serpent watched with complete apathy as the boy shattered into a million pieces.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great regret that I tell you that tragedy has struck this small town. As some of you are already aware, at 2:30pm today, 15 year old Jeremy Scott died in his room from what has been declared to be suicide brought on by LSD. He was discovered in his room, by his father, lying on the floor with multiple self - inflicted stab wounds to the neck area. Upon further inspection, medics found what appeared to be belt marks on various areas of his body. His father, David Scott, is currently in custody for further questioning about this. Where Jeremy managed to get a hold of this drug in the first place is still being investigated. Although Jeremy is no longer with us, he will continue to live on in the hearts and souls of his friends and loved ones…”
© 2015 DoormanDanAuthor's Note
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DoormanDanManchester, Levenshulme, United KingdomAboutI'm a twenty seven year old preschool teacher who enjoys writing poetry, songs, stories, paintball and other things. My favorite things to do are parkour, video games, listening to music, and making .. more..Writing
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