tickling birds

the security system.

So this story is a little different from my usual flair. It’s based on a dream I had once, which makes for something more surreal and ambivalent. I hope you enjoy it~ This story goes all in with some of my fetishes that I only have hinted at prior, so I’m also very embarrassed~

No one ever talked about it when they were caught by a hall sweep. They vanished for the rest of the day, returning with a bad case of improved behavior and silent treatments. Amy poked and prodded Vanessa relentlessly. “Come on! You have to tell me what happened.” Vanessa gave Amy a dismissive wave, tossed her long black locks aside and shook Amy from her shirt sleeve. “Stop it, Amy. You know I can’t.” With a harrumph and a sigh, Amy let her friend stride ahead to class. Curiosity and cowardice butted heads as the time before the next class creeped closer.

Twirling a blonde strand of hair, Amy drifted listlessly from side to side in the long main hall of the academy. Maybe she didn’t want to know. She loved being titillated, and the truth probably wasn’t exciting. Back at The Hill, truancy was treated with solitary confinement. The jerks at the Shallows would take you to group therapy sessions and try to get everyone to turn on each other. Butterfly House was different though. Unlike all the past academies, whatever they did to keep everyone on time and in their classrooms worked.

The clock ticked on and the telltale sounds started. Amy originally thought it was the sound of something rolling slowly down the hallway, but when she’d let It get closer, she recognized it was the sound of finger-snapping and rhythmic clapping. There was a definite pied piper effect to the noises It made. Everyone emptied from the halls, doors began slamming shut. Amy dreamily walked closer to the sound, her hands outstretched.

“You’re insane!” Bryce locked an arm around Amy’s and slung her back into the classroom. The instructor looked on with disdain as he shut the door summarily. “The hell’s the matter with you girl?” He released Amy as she came down from her daze. She turned slowly and looked to the firmly shut door. The sound was so faint now, almost painfully distant. The snapping that no one else could really hear was replaced by the harried shrieks of the students caught outside their classrooms.

“Amy. Girl. Don’t be making my heart jump like that.” Bryce murmured.

“Sorry, I don’t know what happened” Amy whispered as everyone got started on their meager tasks. Today it was an abacus-like contraption that had to be untangled. The teachers were running short on ideas for sure. Amy was sure they’d be moved out of Butterfly House soon. The students were always relocated when the tasks became bizarre and simple. She’d miss Vanessa and Bryce.

Vanessa turned around and smiled gently. “I know Amy. It draws you in, like a siren or something.”

“A what? That doesn’t sound like a police siren. They go like WEEHEEOO” Bryce squealed out his siren sound.

“Not like that you dicknose!” Vanessa hissed, covering her ears. “Like the old stories. A siren is a beautiful woman that lures sailors to their doom with a song.”

“It does sound like a song, doesn’t it?” Amy fiddled with her black cardigan, trying to place where she’d hear that beat before.

“Yeah, it’s an old song. Single Ladies. Or part of it, something like that.” Vanessa said. Amy looked back quizzically.

(Listen to the instrumental version here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNlXqW…)

“What? Why that song? Yeah. Yes! I can totally hear it now. But why? And do they use it when they do…that thing to you?” Amy shrank back as Vanessa made to slam her hand on Amy’s desk. Too far.

“Man, why didn’t you just let her go. Freak wants to get punished.” Amy wouldn’t so much miss Kaysie and her gang, particularly Kaysie’s shrill voice.