Flashes of Sanity #108: Catastrophe Handler

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Today’s entry: Catastrophe Handler

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“An incoming call for Doctor Xander Bylix,” the mechanic voice declared.

“Who is it from?” Xander said as he scanned the pit of all the fallen, the returned and the faulty. He smiled.

“Marge Umington.”

His smile widened.

“Let her through.”

“Dr. Bylix?”

“Yes ma’am, how may I help you this lovely afternoon?”

His eyes watered as a breath hit his face. You are so magnificent, he thought. So perfect.

“I want you to bring it all!” Marge screamed in his ear.

“Do you hear me? Everything! I want you to turn the president’s quarters to dust.”

“That won’t be a problem ma’am. I can send something that makes your request seem minor.”

“Do it then! And Xander, they cannot die! So, make sure they suffer.”

“They will suffer I can promise you that much.”

A monotonous tone signaled that the call was over. 

“We will make everyone suffer,” he mumbled.

“Isn’t that right?”

The large mass rising from the pit observed him from thousand rotten eyes. It squealed.

“Yes, you are right. Come to me my wonderful monster.”

The mass leaned over Xander and swallowed him. He laughed, and the monster’s squeal joined in.

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Flashes of Sanity #107: Urgent Matters

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Today’s entry: Urgent Matters

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This was the president’s quarters. A very few were allowed to enter. Yet, here Marge stood. She balanced on her high heels.
The president was just elected a week ago, she thought. This is a disaster.
“Help.”
“Now be quite Mr. Narson. This is for your own good.”
The man sitting behind the desk the president usually welcomed his guests from peeled the nail of his finger with a knife. He didn’t even flinch.
“Please don’t kill me,” the president pleaded again.
“Kill you?” The man’s face became long as he looked at the president. “Do you really think I can kill you?”
One of the men holding the president in place leaned forward and jerked the nail holding the body up.
The president screamed.
“I have been to hell,” the man behind the desk said. “And I came back. Every one who ended up there has come back in one way or another. And none of us can return. You know the funny thing I have noticed. Hell was riddled with people like you Mr. Narson, and they are all stuck here nowadays.”
The chair suddenly got empty. And the man stood by his prisoner. “That makes me believe you too cannot die.”
He shoved the knife into the president’s chest. Then he pulled it out and stabbed the president in the gut.
The president screamed through it all.
But he never died.
“And you…”
Marge took a step back as all attention suddenly fell on her.
“I have heard so many things about you Marge Umington. The woman who pulls the levers. The queen of our entire nation. You are the one we really should pin to the wall. That should paralyze this country.”
“Why don’t you do it then?” Marge felt her heart run amok. It took all her willpower just to keep her breathing in place.
“That is quite simple actually.” The man let go of the bleeding president. “I want you to create chaos. And I know you will. I want you to start a war. After all, your country is in danger. Crooks have taken over. And we are not stepping back without a fight.”
The man’s breath hit Marge’s face. His knife tugged at her blouse. A button snapped under it.
“Run before I change my mind.”
Marge fell. The man laughed. With his peeled hand he grabbed her by the throat and threw her out of the office. It hurt like hell.
But she never died.
“Run my little queen,” he cried. “Your country demands it.”
Marge took to her feet with the man laughing in her tracks. She picked up her phone. A secret button on the back tapped three times and the phone rang a number.
“They don’t dare threaten me,” she said.

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Flashes of Sanity #106: Similar Desires

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Today’s entry: Similar Desires

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“As I see it, you and I have a common interest.” Susanne resisted the urge to shiver in the cold wind. ”We both want Donald Diamond gone.”
The man in front of her remained silent in his chair. He scratched his chin.
“But if I am mistaken, I can always find someone else who shares my interests.”
The man opened his eyes. They had once been blue but now they were mold.
“You will have a hard time finding anyone who shares those interests as fiercely as I do. What concerns me, though, is if you are willing to go far enough.”
Susanne raised her right eyebrow. “He humiliated me in front of the whole world. I want him down. I want him in a place were even death feels like a reward.”
A smile played on the man’s face. The holes where teeth should be created blackness between all the white.
“Do you know how it feels to explode?”
“Can’t say I do.”
“It is painful.” The man leaned forward so the light caught all his hideousness. ”What comes next is worse. The fire burning you but you never char, the pitchforks stabbing you but you never bleed, the arms tearing you apart but you remain in one piece, all your failures screaming in your face. Donald knows about this too. And while I was in the darkness, I heard his voice screaming. Susanne, I know we can make him weep. Donald Diamond will wish he remained in hell’s eternal machine. I will make sure of it.”
Susanne scanned the smile on what remained of a face. The laugh jumped up and down in his exposed throat.
This would have scared Dina out of her mind, she thought.
“We have a deal, Mart Adamson,” she said.
“It gladdens me Susanne Queen.” Mart arose on his boney legs. “I will be in touch once my father has gathered my army.”
They shook hands. The slippery tissue on Mart would take hours to wash away.

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Flashes of Sanity #105: Bitter Conditions

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Today’s entry: Bitter Conditions

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Success comes in different shapes for everyone. Some believed it came to those lucky. Others knew it was hard work.
Donna knew it comes from corpses. Uncountable corpses.
Step 1 had been to inform every crime lord about leaks of critical information that could end their reign.
Step 2 had been invite the reviewer. Give him his next Robin and gain an ally in the coming war.
Step 3 was to watch every crime lord turn on each other. Beginning a killing spree like no other.
The plan went perfectly
And then the mobsters began walking again, turning the criminal underworld into a blood fest without an end, and without casualties in their own lines.
They had been furious
”You hid well…”
“Clearly, not well enough,” Donna said and forced a smile.
The crime lord laughed. Oesten Gren. Drugs, murder and contacts in the political elite.
“Your little game killed most of my men, and me. Do you understand how glad I was when I seconds later opened my eyes again?”
“I think I can guess…”
“Then you maybe can guess how glad I was when we figured out it was you who began this war.” The smirk on Oesten’s face shone with all the intentions he had in mind. “A little girl.”
“This girl at least gets away with her murders.”
“Nothing has been proved yet.”
Donna shrugged. People knew anyway.
”Have you heard the word on the street?” Oesten opened a briefcase in front of Donna. ”Sinners never die.”
”Yes.”
”I may be an atheist, but dying has made me reevaluate some of the information. Sinners might be a harsh word for it, but certain people can’t die.”
Oesten turned the briefcase towards Donna. Needles lined up neatly on silk cushions.
”I think you are one of them, and I want to hear you scream.”
”You can always try,” Donna said but her heart was pounding so hard her mouth went numb.
Oesten threw his head back in a rumbling laughter.
”Cocky for someone who never felt pain.”
”I dated a guy with really bad aim once… I can handle a second one.”
”Shut it!” Oesten’s voice went strong in an instant. ”Let’s start with needle 5. Little pain with a hanging burn.”
The needle pierced through Donna’s thigh. She screamed, and Oesten laughed. Then the burn made her world fade.

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