"SELF-DESTRUCT!" The transmission device I had in my hand erupted without warning. My hand was bloody and I could see the burnt, black skin of my freshly exploded fingers on the ground. I hesitantly picked up my right thumb and pinky finger and rushed everything I had into the icebox at Granny's where I stayed. I was hoping I was just super high or something. It hurt so bad tears and snot didn't stop for hours. Then hours turned into a whole day then 6 days had passed and I hadn't seemed to be worried because of my anguished pain. My Granny was missing. I knew I had to pick myself up and go find her. My drugs and the money id borrowed were taking me down that road no one wants to go down. All of my fingers including on my left hand were frozen. I couldn't even feel them moving. Oh, but they moved and I worked them too. My pinky and thumb were gone, destroyed. And when they say you can't feel it when it's frozen if you slice right through them. They're right however, you hear it easily, slowly, slicing through the first tissue of the skin, to the middle of your bone. Then you hear the sound of the knife, (that's dull cause grannys' had it for 10 years) slamming its blade against the cutting board. So easily it's like the righteous end of a hot butter knife, I down a big stick of butter. Twice.
I turned on the old gas stove my Granny had, and I put them as burnt branding offerings for my two lost causes. I was wired and hadn't slept in two months. I stuck my frozen, dismantled hand in my pocket. My body gave completely out. I crashed on the nearby sofa and slept for a week and 3 days. I woke up on the floor. My right thigh was wet and gooey, "LIKE BLOOD.!", I screamed as I thought in my head, I rushed to the sink. Watching some of the flesh off my fingers and more blood continued to rush down the drain. I wasn't wired anymore. This wasn't a dream id hoped to wake up from. No, this, this happened. And it was still happening.
I asked myself I don't know how many times, "Why did I even pick up that device!" I screamed, "You're always trying, To bE a hero, Damitt what's wrong with you!".
That's what it was. It was already playing. I was messed up from the party I was walking from and I heard something or what I thought was someone crying for help. I walked down and it was a transmitter. It looked weird, but it was talking. I was looking like a fool trying to talk back. She said something like "Yeah I killed my fair share of 2 or 3 hundred grey Dawgs." all I replied was "Did you have to kill them?" the transmitter said nothing. "Hello!?" I screamed at it.
Then it continued to say it was a 9' tall species. Not human. A species. I'm 18 now and I've been searching for the next high since I was 13 years old.
How did I know this would take me to the most absurd place
In my life? I didn't, and I had to change in a matter of seconds. It was just me and God. And I had finally found what hell was. I rushed to my Granny's car which just so happened to be where it was always parked in our Granny's hand-built barn/car garage. (Said it made her feel at home .)
(Scene change)
"So my hand is gushing blood and I'm driving down the highway. Swerving and weaving everything, losing blood every mile down."
"Damn pal, all kinda shit happens to your little ass," a big man who looked almost like a lumberjack stood over me grinning his drunk ass off like he had something to prove. " So you know your puny hands, little man. If my monstrous hands would have been around that puny device it would have fluttered in my fucking hand man," he announced. I replied in defense. '' This wasn't just any device my big-headed friend! This was like blades shooting out. And I had to of held it just right for it to just get my pinky and thumb!!" This 'Big Head,' Gurruk is his name. Is a kind, gentle weirdo. . The crazy ass hothead loves a fight though. Little did we both know something was Going to... YES! Change our lives forever! You know the hero has got to save the world. I mean I haven't done it completely yet but, we are in the process. Lol
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The Diary of The Destroyer of World's (book1): P.I.N.K
Science FictionYou Ever seen a dog that walks like us? Or is it even a dog at all?! And stands 9' Tall? And destroys worlds? This is an exciting new series I've created. Like nothing you've ever read. All charecters have a place and a story. Parents, kids probably...