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The weaving's of a simple spider .

Postby Spooky Spider Tiki » Sat Oct 18, 2014 7:52 pm

While my tablet and such are out of commission I cant do much in the way of digital art,but I CAN write to pass the time, and what I first did for fun, I now want to share with all of you.

So without further ado, I'm happy to present you guys the first chapter of

"Occult Investigator ; Damion Kross "

We weren’t the perfect family. We argued and fought, but we all loved each other in the end, didn’t we? I just thought I could make things better, y’know? make things easier for us. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. . .


3 months prior


“Hey asshole, fresh delivery!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I flung the leftovers of my lunch at Ronnie, the biggest neanderthal a high school could legally allow to still attend. Rumor had it he had been held back three times, and was still graduating on a full football scholarship. It made sense, he could easily take down 3 opposing players all on his own. Unfortunately for him and his new shirt, I didn’t really give a damn about school spirit. He had stolen my money for the last time, and I was hell bent on getting even.

The leftovers hit their mark with a “Plunk!” and slid down the back of his shirt. Without missing a beat, I hauled ass out of the lunchroom having expended the full force of my bravery ; just in challenging the mongoloid masquerading as a high school student. I ran through the lunchroom doors and kept running out of school, past the courtyard, and through the nearby woods until my legs were pounding and my lungs nearly gave out . Why I ran towards the woods, I have no idea. Once fear took over, I just ran in one straight line as far as I could. I felt drawn there, like a little boy running to his mommy .

“Theres no way. . . he managed to follow me that far.” I huffed, practically trying to drink oxygen into my lungs like water. My brief rest was interrupted by a hand grabbing me by the neck and a sudden, rather forced realization. Not only had Ronnie caught up with me; he’d somehow managed to lose his shirt, his shoes and tear up his pants in the process of catching up to me. “Think again, asswipe.” Those were the last words I heard before I was lifted into the air.

He slammed me face first against a tree and my one thought, other than of how much pain I was in, was as to how he had caught me. Football players had stamina, sure, but he caught me like he ran track twice a day, every day.

He snarled at me with my neck still firmly in his grasp, and my body against a thick oak tree. “You got any idea how much this damn shirt cost? Just to get it sent here was easily worth more than anything you could scrape together if you worked for the rest of your life, you little shit!”

He added emphasis to his statement by pulling me back and then slamming my face back into the tree. My body had had it - I was inches away from losing consciousness. At this point, my body’s survival instincts took over, and like a small child hitting an adult’s leg in a vain, frustrated attempt to get even, I beat on his arm - which was a lot hairier than I remembered - but reaching behind my head to hit him was futile, so I was forced to give up.

Something warm and wet was rolling down my forehead; blood no doubt. He had smacked me around pretty bad, and he looked like he had no intent on stopping anytime soon. Maybe I was bleeding more than I realized or maybe it was the blunt force trauma, I couldn’t really tell, but either way, I was blacking out. The last thing I heard was a gunshot firing off in the distance and then I slumped down into the grass. Evidently, the shot had caused Ronnie to let me go.

Waking up was a mess; a constant blur into and then right back out of reality like two kids playing tug of war with my brain. When I finally managed to force myself awake, I slammed my still aching head into an overlying bookshelf. “Ragghhhh!” I screamed as the pain ripped across my forehead, more out of anger and frustration than out of agony.

“Keep it don it ‘ere boy.” I heard someone yell through what I could only assume by looking around was a trailer of some sort, stuffed to the brim with all kinds of trinkets and knick knacks from multiple cultures. Her accent was a thick haitian one, and her voice didn’t seem very far away. Feeling my aching head, I noticed there were patches of some soft material bandaged to my head. I got up, still woozy, and followed the sound of the voice, noticing a shotgun just outside her kitchen entryway.

I took a minute to look at myself in the mirror. Seemingly, despite the treebark makeover Ronnie had given my face, I had only small scratches, and a scar running down my forehead, slashing through my eyebrow. I was sure Ronnie had broken my nose, but it was just as pale, freckled and unbroken as it ever was. My hair was a dark brown mess, and my face was still swollen, but nowhere near as badly as it should have been. Finally I went into the kitchen to greet my savior.

“Considering I feel pain, I must be alive, so then I take it that shotgun blast was you ? “

The short, pudgy, dark skinned woman looked up at me, and I knew she had to be at least seventy, maybe eighty. Just using that thing should have busted her hip.

“That ain’t no shotgun boy, I can’t see worth a damn and even I can see that.” She replied, in an annoyed tone, but her facial expression portrayed that talking like this was normal to her, and that she didn’t have much interest in the conversation, rather she was more vested in whatever she was stirring in her pot than me.

“U-uhh, okay? Well, um thanks for saving me out there lady, That guy woulda killed me if not for you, I promise I’ll pay you back as soon as I ca-”

“Nonsense!” she shushed me. “Bears are pretty stupid, you know. Dey go ‘round pickin on whoever they can, whenever dey can, an’ you need to be eatin’ for’ ya head out that dor’ boy.”

I began to realize that this old granny was senile, and I didn’t think eating anything she cooked was that good of an idea. Nonetheless, if I had been here for god knows how long and nothing had happened yet, at least I think? Then maybe, just maybe I should oblige the old lady.

“Food’s almost done , you wait in ‘ere an don’ touch nothin’ boy.” she yelled from the kitchen. Unfortunately I wasn’t paying her much attention. I was already looking over her knick knacks:
Hoodoo trinkets, Hispanic masks of some kind, a dream catcher with alot of beads in it, a tiki head, but what caught my attention was a small little relic. It was almost hidden in the back as if it wasn’t supposed to be found.
Looking back, I really should have never touched that damned thing. Then this would be where my story would have taken a different road, but something drew me to it. Even now, I swear it was calling my name.

It was a small carved out face on a necklace. I reached for it, and a spark of red electricity zapped my finger causing me to fall back in surprise. The old woman was now standing behind me and I hadn’t known if she had seen what I’d done or not. She squinted at me. “Damion Kross ya name, right boy?” I stuttered a reply back. “Y-yea, but how did yo-” “Ya ID in ya wallet, used it to phone ya parents.” That was convenient, at least they knew where I was now.

“Now what do ya think ya doin on my floor dere?” I looked at her for a moment, trying to come up with a good excuse.

“I, uh, I tripped on my shoelace.” I replied, having to resist gulping down from the nervous tension

“Riiight.” she replied, still squinting at me before turning around. “Food’s on de table now, c’mon.”

I picked myself up immediately, dusted myself off, and thanked the lord I hadn’t been caught.

The soup tasted weird, kinda fizzy, and the meat was tough and sinewy. But as I ate it, oddly enough, my strength was returning to me. My head wasn’t pounding anymore. It still hurt, but I’d had enough weird for one day. I thanked her for the food and scrambled out of the house, partially afraid I was being drugged. I immediately felt the pounding return to my head the second I stopped eating the soup.

“Yeah, definitely drugged.” I thought to myself, and hastened in grabbing my jacket to bolt out of a decidedly crazy old crone’s house.

Scrambling out of the house, I realized two things: one, I had no idea where I was, and two, I had no idea how to get back home.

The woods I had come from were nowhere to be found and there were no other trailers nearby. I was simply in a field of gravel that only further became a field of grass with a dirt road leading who knows where. I looked at my phone - maybe i could use the GPS. No reception, GREAT. 4g’s, and I still couldn’t get a damn signal. I was nearly ready to scream in frustration and throw my phone into the dirt, but I didn’t. There was something sticking out in the distance that caught my eye.

There, on the edge of the horizon, that something was sticking out like a cone, and I decided to walk towards it. Maybe it was a cell tower I could use. Getting closer, it looked like a red tent, and a big one at that. A circus tent in the middle of nowhere? Why put it out here where no one could find it? I cursed under my breath at how terrible my luck constantly seemed to be.

“Great, I traded one freakshow for another” I huffed.

I really had no idea just how right I was, or specifically, how in over my head I was.

End of Chapter 1.
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Re: The weaving's of a simple spider .

Postby Spooky Spider Tiki » Wed Oct 22, 2014 11:23 am

Chapter 2 “ Echos in the hall of Mirrors “

I walked until my feet hurt, and still I was no more than about halfway to the circus tent. I debated turning back, but there was too much of a risk, and she didn’t even have a car. The most she could have done was point me in the right direction, and she could always force me back into the house with that “not a shotgun”. Tired, and still pretty woozy from the pain, I forged on towards the circus.

I fell to my knees when I had reached the tent, shins aching and knees now covered in dirt and dust alike. I stayed there like that for a while, wondering why if the tent was so damn close, it felt like I had walked a good five miles just to get to it.
As I sat there contemplating all the weird shit that kept happening to me, I noticed a shadow looming over me. A shadow that dwarfed my own.

“Whatcha doin on the ground like that?” Said a voice that sounded like a small boy.

Slipping out of my trance like daydream, I examined the source of the voice: a tall girl. I don’t think that quite fit her though. I was, for lack of a better word, average looking. A plain, 5’10 guy who, if he was lucky would end up 6’. This girl looked like she was ripped out of the textbook definition for an amazon. She was pretty, and even under a dress that made her look like a southern belle, I could see she had a good body on her and she stood at least at 6’6.

She blushed, noticing how I was staring at her and backed up a little, obviously creeped out.”H-Hey.” She stuttered.
“Are you okay? people said there was someone actin’ weird over here and that describes you pretty well.”

“I didn’t realize i needed permission to kneel on the ground, Dorothy.” I retorted.

She spat, obviously tired of dealing with me and my smart mouth already.

“You do when it’s private property.” She said triumphantly.
“Since when is a field of dirt private property?” I asked.

She glared at me, and then smiled. The speed at which her expression changed was . . . disturbing. Right from annoyed, to amused.

Suddenly picked up by my collar and twirled around, I was now facing what was definitely this circus’s strong man. Oddly enough he looked kinda greenish, like he felt sick everywhere. Even I with my big ass mouth, I could tell I needed to start talking and say something that wasn’t asinine.
“Uh, hey, look, I- COULD YOU LET ME GO FOR A SEC?” I struggled for a second and plopped to the ground, assuming he had let me go because he thought I was too pathetic and damaged to do anything. Yet when I turned around, he was knocked flat on his butt.

I knew I was scrappy, but to fall over was a little dramatic. He scooted back and clapped his hands together. Was he... asking me for mercy?

“I’m so sorry sir, I had no idea. No, why else would you be here? Its my own fault, please forgive me.” he whined as he bowed his head, and quickly got as far from me as he possibly could. The girl wasn’t impressed. In fact, she stood there defiantly. “So what if you’re the new one? That just means that another new one will be showing up sooner or later to replace YOU.”

I was annoyed. Weird shit kept happening to me, and everyone but me seemed to be in on it. I couldn’t let “Dorothy” over there know that though, or she’d have Muscles Mcgee on me in mere seconds, no doubt.

“Well, time to do your job, newbie.” She said annoyed.

I quickly followed, trying to explain myself. “No, no wait a second!” I called out, and she never even bothered to turn around, saying “This CAN’T wait. It needs to be taken care of now!!!”

I redoubled my efforts to explain. “I only came here to use a phone, or maybe find some wifi. Do you guys even have wifi?” This time she did turn, only long enough to ask “Wry Fight? What’s that, some kind of food?”

I took that as a no and slumped my shoulders down, still following her.

“This,” She said, “Is the ring-masters trailer. He’ll explain more.” she let out a relieved sigh, as if she had finished an arduous task. However in her defense, even for my friends, I was sometimes hard to deal with.

“Ah! Finally you’ve arrived, my good man!” The well dressed man stood straight up, his arms wide as if to hug me. I looked at the ground awkwardly, and responded even more so. “Uh, hey”.

“Right . . .” He said, seeming to have lost all his enthusiasm. He lowered his arms and made his way to the door leading out of his trailer. Leaving the trailer, he led me from the outer secluded part of the circus, past the ferris wheel and the freak show, through the sweet and buttery scents, and many more I had never smelled before. When one of the kids bumped me and ran past, he stuck his fingers in his mouth, stretching out his mouth and sticking out his tongue at me. I swore he looked like an imp for a moment as he turned a corner around one of the stands.

Finally, the strange Ringmaster led me to the outskirts of the circus, waving his hand towards the obviously closed attraction. “The Hall of haunted Mirrors” it read, and I was determined NOT to go in there.

“Uh, hey man I just needed to use a phone. I didn’t come here as some kind of exterminator for rats or something.”

The ringmaster and the girl - who had apparently been following the whole time - both looked confused. “Rats?” they said in unison. “You’re here to deal with the ghost . . .”

I was fed up, I wanted to go home, and these two were trying to advertise attractions to me.
“Can I just make my call and leave?” I said, in a tone that obviously portrayed my annoyance with the both of them. I wasn’t going in there and I wasn’t doing work for free. “Sure” The ringmaster said. “As soon as you deal with our problem.”

I started to try to argue, but both of them yet again in unison, backed away. The last thing I saw was the ringmaster happily waving in my direction.

After that, I felt my body yanked backwards at breakneck speeds. I’m not exaggerating that. If I hadn’t slowed down, I’d probably have broken my neck.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer, the old woman was sweeping up the floor where only a short few hours prior, Kross had been laying. She noted that one of her items had fallen off the edge of the mantle of her fireplace and upon putting it back, something looked off, like something was missing. She simply waved it off and went back to her old charm room, where in a puff of feathers a crow appeared. Its head had no feathers, eyes or skin of any kind. It was just bone. Most importantly though, it spoke.

“So Granny, you ever figure out how that kid managed to get into the woods in the first place?”
This crow was more than normal for her. In fact, it was expected. “Bad luck. Notin’ more, notin less. now what do you want, Natu’?” He tilted his head, the features of his bony eyeholes changing to express concern. “It’s just . . . aint the forest enchanted? He would’ve needed to practically be cursed to find his way through the forest well enough for me to have spotted him being chased by that bear.”
The bird paused, as if unsure of whether or not to say what he wanted to say next. “Unless-”

The old woman stared him down. “Unless WHAT Natu?!” The bird then tilted his head to the ground. “unless something led him here, and your magic was weak enough
for its influence to reach out to somebody.” She waved her hand, and the bird disappeared in a puff of feathers. “Bah! Theres no way my magic-” Her eyes grew wide as her mind turned to the memories of her mantle, and she finally remembered what was missing.

The old woman rushed outside holding what looked like a rod for walking with a purple jewel in the middle in one hand, and an odd looking prism for refracting light in the other. Waving the walking rod in the air and holding the prism, she began to chant. At first there was nothing. Then the clouds gathered, and became almost ink black.

The sky opened, and with a mighty roar that shook her entire trailer, lighting came down and struck her staff’s jewel, and by connection, the prism.
All that could be seen was a flash of brilliant light, and then, in her place, was a rainbow that spanned from where she was, all the way to the circus.

Alright alright, lets get back to the guy who’s the real juicy news here, ME.

I slowed down and was dropped on the ground by whatever grabbed me, and rolled straight into a mirror that broke though not one of the pieces stabbed me. I didn’t really have time to focus on that though, because I had been dragged into a tent by a “ghost” and the only way out was a far off light. However, that “ghost” must have known what I was thinking because they closed the curtains, and suddenly everything was pitch black. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.

As if responding to my wish for light, my amulet lit up. You know, the one that looked like a carved out mask. Wait... what? When did I get one of these?

“Well well well officer, You’ve got me trapped in a hall of mirrors. All you’ve got to do now is claim your prize . . .” The disembodied voice said with a laugh .
The voice sounded feminine, and almost like it was flirting with me, though it was closer to a cat being amused by a mouse it could pounce on whenever it pleased. I was determined not to be that mouse. “Uh, hey look, whoever you are. I don’t know who you think I am, but I kinda just wanna get outta here. I came here looking for a phone, and they forced me into this.”

Suddenly, I saw something move behind me in one of the mirrors. I turned around, only to be greeted by my own reflection, but one that had a really disturbing grin. “I also don’t know how you’re doing that, but-” Then things got really freaky. My reflection stopped copying me and cut me off
“It’s a cute little act you have.” My reflection said, pulling me into the mirror and stepping out. I immediately turned around to run after, well, me, but I hit glass and the mirror broke, this time hurting me.

“Shit!” I cursed in both confusion and anger. “What the hell is going on?” I yelled and noticed that the room only stretched as far as the light from my amulet did. From the other side of the mirror I saw myself. Well it wasn’t me, but it damn sure was a good forgery.

“What happened?” The thing mocked. “I traded places with you. Lets see how you enjoy spending a few hundred years behind a mirror.”
I yelled back, “I had nothing to do with that though! I’m innocent, why am I here?“

And for a moment, when my duplicate looked back, I didn’t see myself. I saw someone sad and angry, but most importantly, they were scared. “Innocent!? It was people like you who put me in here in the first place! for the AMUSEMENT of others, and not a soul would lift a finger to help me. When I had finally managed to escape the first time, your kind ignored my pleas and put me BACK in here!“

Whoever they were, they were seething with anger. And even though I had no idea how I was stuck here in the first place, I could already begin to see how torturous spending your life like this was.

End of chapter 2.
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