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                                 Trail of Blood



                                  by  Sunspot



                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<

                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-

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        "Thomas!  Thomas!  Come downstairs!  Your father and I have something

to discuss with you!"



        Thomas sat on his bed cross-legged, staring at the glistening surface

of the scissors.  See how they shine and gleam in the light?  See how they

sparkle?  Thomas inserted one scissor into each of his nostrils.  Hehe!  They

tickle!  And the blade is so cold!  Well, nevermind about that.  Thomas pushed

the scissors up into his nose.  He felt something pop and felt the warm blood

start to drip, then gush, from his nose.  He pushed up some more, but the

septum dividing his nostrils got in the way.  Impatiently, he closed the

scissors, cutting it apart, then pushed up some more.  The scissors started to

slip because of the blood covering them, but he still pushed them up.  He felt

them stop against something hard.  Hmm... must be a bone.  He slammed the

scissors against it a few times, then pulled it out of his nose and smashed

them up with all his might.  He felt the bone crack and give way right before

he felt a sharp pain in his head, then a peculiar tingling feeling spreading

throughout his body.  He let go of the scissors and they dropped from his nose,

which was now nearly obliterated from his face.  There was a spreading red mark

where his nose used to be.  He felt no pain now, he felt very light, like a

feather.  He felt himself floating... he wasn't aware of the blood pouring from

his face, or of the small trickle of blood starting to come from his ears

either.  He just felt the immense ecstasy of floating on nothing, of peace and

warmth and light, all mixed into one.  He rolled around on the air he was

floating on and a sharp knock on his head brought him back to reality.  He

wasn't floating, he was on his bed, and he had just fallen off.  He staggered

to his feet, wondering what had happened.  His head hurt, but his nose was

killing him, so he walked to the mirror, and looked into it.  He stared at

himself, and screamed.



                                      ***



        Vanessa stared down the barrel of the gun.  She didn't think it looked

particularly dangerous, just kind of ominous.  She didn't even know what kind

of gun it was, she had just stolen it out of her father's desk when he was out.

She opened the chamber and noted with satisfaction that all six bullets were

there.  Six were plenty, six were more than enough.  She carefully closed the

chamber of the gun and put it to her left ankle and pulled the trigger.  The

bullet came out of the gun with infinite slowness, it seemed to Vanessa.  She

could just pull away, and it would all be ok.  But she couldn't pull away.  She

looked away from her ankle for a second, then looked back at it, and saw the

hole in the carpet.  At first she thought she had somehow missed, but then she

looked at her ankle, with the neat little hole popped right through it.  Right

through it.  The blood started to drip down to her sneakers.



        She pointed the gun at her right ankle and repeated the previous

procedure.  And she still felt no pain.  No pain at all.  She stood up, took a

step, and collapsed.  Her torn-up ankles couldn't support her.  No problem.

She sat up, and stuck the barrel of the gun into her left elbow.  She stared at

it for a moment before pulling the trigger.  It was loud.  For some reason, she

hadn't noticed the loudness with the ankles, but now she did.  And this time,

there was pain.  Oh, so much pain, hurts, hurts, hurts, so much pain, waves

of pain.  Her whole elbow was ripped apart and blood was spattered everywhere.

She stuck the barrel into her right elbow, and pulled the trigger without

hesitation.  This time there was no pain, and no noise either.  Unfortunately,

there was no color either, as everything had turned sort of a light-grayish

white shade.  Never mind.



        Vanessa looked down at herself and thought.  Then she knew.  She

inserted the barrel of the pistol into her navel and pulled the trigger.  Her

whole body jerked backwards and she was thrown back a few feet.  She looked

down and saw just a large hole in the middle of her stomach.  Vanessa felt

blood starting to drip down her legs and felt along her back.  There was a hole

there, too.  She turned around and saw that the bullet had gone right through

her into the dresser.



        She heard feet running up the stairs.  "Vanessa!  Vanessa!  What was

that noise!  Vanessa!  Are you all right?!"  Her mother had come home.  This

would speed things up a bit.  Her mother walked in the door and staggered back

a step.  She fell to the floor and stared at Vanessa, nearly hyperventilating.

"Oh my god, Vanessa!  Vanessa, my baby, what happened to you?"  Vanessa smiled

sweetly at her mother, inserted the barrel of the gun into her left ear, and

pulled the trigger.  She heard her mother screaming in the background, but

right before she heard the screams, she thought, "What about my right ear?"

And then there was the noise again, only much, much, much louder than before.

Too loud.  It felt like her head was exploding.  She was vaguely aware of a

throbbing pain in her head, but wasn't concerned about that right now.  She was

aware of a bright light, however, a very bright light.  And she looked towards

it, then tried to look away, for it was blinding her.  She couldn't move her

head.  Then she closed her eyes, and felt the light burning against her

eyelids, and then her eyelids were on fire, and burned away.  She screamed for

the first time since the whole thing had started.  Then her whole body was on

fire, and she heard her mother's screams grow dimmer and dimmer until they

ceased.



                                      ***



        Bradley ran down the hallway as fast as he could and leaped with all

his might through the thick stained glass window.  He heard it shatter, and

had a feeling like thorns scratching him all over his body.  Opening his eyes,

he saw the ground coming closer at an incredible rate.  He tried to maneuver

himself to land on his feet, but ended up landing headfirst.  He covered his

head with his arms, and literally heard each bone shatter into several pieces.

His arms were bloody with pieces of bone sticking through the skin in many

places.



        Then Bradley stood up.  He walked to the intersection and jumped in

front of an oncoming vehicle.  The screech of brakes was deafening as the

driver tried desperately to stop his car, but hit Bradley head-on anyways,

throwing him into the air.  The car spun out of control, smashing into a nearby

store and exploding, killing the driver and two others.



        Bradley started to stand up but noticed that he was missing a leg.  He

tried to crawl but his arms felt like rubber, and looked like rubber too, bent

and twisted like a pretzel.  Bradley looked up just in time to see the truck

surging forward.  One of the big wheels ran right over his head.  The skull

crunched like a potato chip under the huge wheel.  He felt his blood, under

immense pressure, force holes through his arteries and skin, to squirt in all

directions.  Then this tremendous pressure, it seemed, lifted from him, and

then there was nothing.



        ...and then there was nothing.



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 (c)1988  cDc communications  by Sunspot                     5/20 - 10/24/88-81

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