Little Blue Book (Random Stories)

Ace af Spades

There will be blood and wounds described! Beware!

    As a normal Tuesday, Valger raises from his bed with a yawn. His stark black hair nestled into a birds nest and his sparkling blue eyes dull with sleep. He flips the duvet off of him and onto the floor, suddenly remembering he had gotten a new single bed after his partner left. He left it there crumpled on the floor as he stood tall and lumbered over to his bedroom window.
    He opened the window to a scene of autumn. Falling leaves and flaming trees. The river that rolled through Galway had clumps of leaves stuck to the stone walls. Valger sighed at the sight. The cold wind is now nipping at his radiators and bare skin. He quickly closed it after waking up from the chilling breeze and flew a hoodie over his head. His radiators finally doing there job, slowly heated his small apartment in downtown Galway.
    He left his cramped room and entered the main part of his abode. The living room/kitchen was pretty tidy, other than the tea bags, cereal boxes and pot noodle wrappers scattered on the counters. He brushed the trash aside and made room for a bowl. He poured in some cheerios and a splash of milk, it probably expired yesterday, and sat down in front of the television and flicked on the news. He set the cereal down for a moment to scroll through his phone, and that's when he saw it.
    A hollowing chill flowed through his nerves as he finally took notice of the deck of cards on his coffee table. He took in the details, metal looking, black and red, sharp edges. He picked up a card, metal. These looked nothing like the cards he owns, nor the cards his parents use to play. The edges of the cards were cut meaning they were a casino's once, but other then that, they were here. Valger inspected the card, the edges were gleaming metallic but in some bits with a red hue.
    "Police are still searching for the culprit of these frightening crimes." The TV spoke coldly.
     He put the card back and took his cereal back up, quickly scarfing it down. He pushed the bowl into the sink afterwards and flew his coat on. He took his glasses out of his pocket and immediately put them on. He hurried out and ran through the apartment complexes halls. He quickly took the elevator repeatedly pressing the button, hoping it would arrive faster.
    It finally arrived and he rushed inside. He quickly pressed the ground floor and held the 'close door' button. The heavy doors slowly closed, scraping metal on metal. He swore they were slower today. They finally closed and Valger could have sworn his vision turned red. The elevator slowly descended into the void below, excruciatingly slow and quiet. There wasn't any music playing, just the muffled sounds of the elevator whirring. When the metal doors finally drew open, he feels someone staring at his back.
    He hurries down the hall, his sneakers squeaking with every step, not the best shoes to wear at the moment, he raced down the main hall, pausing at the door. He felt more people stare at him, but one gaze felt heavier then the others, he quickly turned around, no-one. It was like everyone disappeared. He tuned back and ran out and through the narrow streets.
    He heard himself step in puddles on the ground. He quickly glanced at his feet, dark red water flew away in droplets, avoiding his feet. Valger felt his breath hitch as he saw the red seep into his shoes and pants.
    He cursed under his breath as he ran past a supermacs and across a bridge to shopstreet. As he ran past a small coffee shop, a figure stepped out in front of him. He quickly stopped and stepped back. The silhouette of this guy was massive, he wore a trench coat with no hat, but he could see the man's hands reach out of the pockets. The rising sun had stopped, it was getting darker, as if time was going backwards. This wasn't good.
    The man flicked his hand out, a blade sliced Valger's cheek. He felt the warmth of his own blood pool on his face. He glanced behind at what hit him. There, stuck in a lamp post, was a metal card, a jack of hearts with his name inscribed on the bottom.
    Valger glanced back at the man, he wasn't there. Shuffling was heard behind him, he whipped over, leaping to the side as the man held his arm out behind him. He collected his card and took it up to his face. He tasted the blood on the card.
    "A true man of sympathy, yet a joker for the king." He spoke, a cold, crippling grin crept onto his face. His eyes caught his attention. Silver, lifeless. Crows feet dug into his bloodshot eyes. He flipped the card in his hand, and he stepped forward. He took out another card, the Ace of Spades. His grin widened as he looked at the card. "And I, the executioner!"
    He thwiped the card forth, it spun as it nearly hit Valgers shoulder, he looked disappointed that it didn't hit. He lunged at Valger, knocking him down. He laughed maniacally at Valger as he tried to scramble away, his face twisted with a pleased look of horror. He took another card, and let it fly again, miss. Again, miss. All the while they were getting closer and closer to Valger.
    He finally got up and tried to run, at last, a card hit his foot. He screamed at the pain and fell to the concrete, scraping his hands and face. He quickly glanced at his foot. Blood seeped around the card, it was lodged inside of his foot. Blood trickled down onto the concrete, pooling around his foot. His foot was now rendered useless.
    The man crept closer, he took another card, thwip, another, thwip, another. Each one impaled his body. The crack of his arm breaking as a card cut into it. The sound of his blood curdling out of his broken body. He cried as he could feel his heart beating slower and slower as the man took more steps towards him.
    He crouched down at the broken man before him. He tangled Vulars hair in his hand and hoisted up his body. Blood dripped down onto the pavement, a few cards fell out of their wounds, clattering to the ground.
    "We can't have you die quite yet now can we? He grabbed Valgers broken arm. He held it with care. "This arm is holding you back," his grip tightened on it. "Why don't we just, you know, remove it." He spoke calmly as Valgers heard the skin and muscle of his arm tear off of his shoulder. He cried in pain as blood started pouring down his arm and muscle hung uselessly. He writhed and wriggled, trying to escape his grip but it was useless. His arm fell to the floor with a wet flop. Blood trickled out of it. The man took one more card out and held it on top of Valger's forehead. Tears streamed down his face as screams escaped his mouth.
    He slowly cut into his forehead, streaks of blood dripping down his face. He cut out a card shape in his skin. He put his card underneath it as he used it to cut it off of his skull. Valger yelled in pain as his skull was revealed and his skin was removed. Tears streamed down his face as he was dragged on the floor beside him.
    "The boss will be pleased with you!" The man laughed as he heard Valgers screams for help. He took him and hauled him over onto the bridge's ledge. "Tell him I say hello, will ya." And he shoved him off the side.
    Valger yelled as he twirled through the air as he fell. The air running past his face is stealing his breath. He watches as the water grows closer and closer. He closed his eyes, these would be his final moments, right?
    The ocean swallowed his body, the cold raging waters engulfing his broken body. His head rams into the bottom of the sea, bursting his head like a grape. Fragments of his spine break off on impact and the water dyes red. All that's left is broken pieces of himself, drifting off, only to be eaten by the fish.
    Valger shot up from bed. His breath fast and irregular. His head hurting. He sighs in relief as he realizes it was just a dream. He happily goes to his window and looks out at the view. The beautiful river, dyed red.

    Hope you all enjoyed the little Halloween story I whipped up. Happy Halloween everyone!!!
   Adios
-Mojo