Self Loathing (R)

Before you read this, know that I am not in this story. It's just my name. Also this is an extremely graphic story, with lots of cussing in it. You have been warned. Don't let this deter you, however, because it is one of me and Gabe Z-C's greatest works.








                                                                  Self Loathing





 “Hello, welcome to Demonic Adventures. My name is Micah Zarovski and tonight me and my team of paranormal investigators will be recording our Demonic Adventures in the Eugene Asylum For The Mentally Insane. The place with the most paranormal active place in the state of Oregon. Tonight, using high-tech equipment, me and my team will be here to record it all. But there is something different about this episode. This time were doing it live.”

Micah and the team walk inside, while the property caretaker will lock them in from the outside. There is only one way in, and out of the asylum, unless you want to climb and electric fence topped with barbed wire. For tonight’s episode the fence will be charged.

“This is our lead camera guy, Sloan Westerfield. He will be with me the whole time. Sloan, come over here and introduce our second team. This is Thelma, our psychic, and this is Matt, our thermal camera man. Sloan, come over here and show them our equipment. This is a thermal imaging camera. If something is extra cold or hot, this will pick it up. And this is what i like to call The Flasher. It will take pictures of things that the human eye can’t see. When I take these pictures, you will be able to see, on your television screen.  So lets get this rolling!” They split up, Sloan staying with the psychic. About an hour later, there was a click in the distance in one of the cells.

“Can you hear us?”, Thelma says, “Will you let us know you are there?” Closer this time, a dragging noise is heard. “Shit!” yells Thelma, “What is going on!” The camera is dropped and the image is very disturbing. There is a flash and Thelma is seen once again. She is hanging from a chain above, and by pure luck the camera is at the right angle to see what looks like a small boy, no older than six walk up to the camera. He smiles, lips parting to reveal jagged, bloodstained teeth. The shot is cut.

The camera is picked up and Sloan, breathing heavily, says “Holy SHIT! What the fuck just happened! Look, I don’t know if this is still live, but there is definitely something in this asylum! We need help!” A scream is heard, far away from the distressed camera man. “Aw fuck!”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the asylum, Micah is snapping photographs with The Flasher. These are the images that were captured:

“Holy shit!” Says Micah as he looks at the pictures. A scream echoes out, from the direction of where Sloan went. Micah looks around, eyes displaying a small amount of fear.

“We gotta go man, sounds like Sloan is in trouble!” the enthusiastic investigators run down the halls, each one looking identical. They stop when they reach the room they left from.

“What the fuck!? We just came from here!” They stop running when they hear what sounds like whistling. “Who’s there” says a now terrified Micah.

“It’s me guys!” says Thelma.

“That’s a relief, I was getting worried. Was that scream you?
    “Yes. I got hurt, but it was over fast. Just a little sting and it was all over.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing really. Come over here. Its dark. I’m scared. And I always did have a crush on you. Come over here, and I’ll show you!”

Micah, entranced at the possibility's, walks around the corner and looks for Thelma.

“Thelma?”

“I’m right here.” Micah turns around to see Thelma, covered in blood with a chain around her neck. Most of the skin on her face is gone. “I love you. Don’t you love me?”

“Get away from me!”, screamed Micah,” Please, please just leave!” Thelma reaches down to the sniveling shell of a man and grips his jaw. She pulls him up and kisses him on the lips, her blood pouring from her eyes and into his mouth as he chokes on the long, barbed tongue that is shoved down his throat. His eyes glaze over and what used to be the resident psychic crushes his jaw with her hand. This is when the camera man finally snapped out of his terror and ran like hell.

He ran for a long time, until he came back to a familiar room. It was the operating room, which had the most activity in the whole asylum. He looked around frantically for a place to hide, until he saw an oven. He ran towards it, jumping in and shutting the latch.

The cameraman fit comfortably, and so did the camera.

“I don’t know if this is still live, but some serious shit is going on in here. I hiding in an oven, in the operating room. Micah is dead, Thelma, I don't know what the fuck happened to her but shes not Thelma anymore. I have no clue where Sloan is but I seriously hope that he got out of here. My name is Matt, and this is, aw fuck who the fuck cares! This is probably where I die for god’s sakes!” Matt says to the camera.

Matt lies in the oven, waiting for something to happen, when he hears a click. Then, in the back of the oven, two jets of blue and yellow flame erupt. Then two more, then two more, and before he knows it the bottom half of his body is in flames.

“AAAAAHHHH JESUS that fucking burns!!!!!! HELP! HELP Someone please get me outta here for Christ sakes!!!!” Matt screams.

He bangs on the doors of the oven, willing for them to open. Then, his prayers were answered. The oven doors slide open and Sloan pulls him out.

“I heard your screams, and I came back.” says Sloan.

“Oh my god thank you thank you thank you so much man!” Matt gratefully replies.

“C’mon, we gotta treat those burns. Looks like third degree. Must hurt like hell.”

“What the fuck do you think?” screams Matt.

Sloan drags Matt over to an operating table and straps him down.

“Just hold tight ma man.” says Sloan.

Sloan goes over to a crate, opens it and takes out three things. A scalpel, a chisel, and a hammer. Then he takes Matt’s camera and sets it down on the crate, facing the table

“What, what are those man? They don’t look there for treating burns.” asks Matt, a nervous look creeping into his face.

“There not, Matt. Not at all. Your going to feel a slight pain in your head and chest cavity my friend.” replies Sloan.

‘NO man. Don’t do it man. I thought I knew you. Your Sloan. You like girls and beer, you don’t like killing people man. Please!” pleads Matt.

“Theres a lot that you don’t know about me Matt, says Sloan. But then Sloan reaches up to his own face, and begins to peel it off. It makes a sickening sound. Blood pours out from the wound. He peels it off to reveal Thelma, chain still hanging around her neck, that crazy look still in her eyes.

“Oh shit.” says Matt.

Thelma takes a syringe, flicks it a couple of times, and then injects Matt with Puffer fish Stomach Acid, a poison that makes you not be able to move, but you can still feel every, little, thing.

Matt yells and tries to get free from his binds, but the poison takes hole of him almost instantly, rendering him helpless.  Thelma then takes the scalpel, and begins making an incision on the top of the camera mans head. Matt moans in pain, but is unable to cry out.

Thelma cuts deeper and deeper, cutting through his skull. She makes a circular cut, and then removes a small piece of bone. Throwing it to the side, she moves down to Matt’s stomach.

Thelma makes a long cut, straight down the middle of his gut. Blood pours out, and Matt moans. She peels his skin back to reveal his organs. Thelma lets out a demonic growl.

Thelma moves her hand over the organs, as if to select one. Her hand finally settles on the appendix.

“Don’t need this anyway.” she says, and pulls it out slowly.

Matt gurgles, and his eyes roll back into his head.

Thelma grabs his head with both hands and shakes him. “Don’t you fall asleep on me. Were just getting started.” she growls.

Satisfied that he was awake, she continued. This time she selected the small intestine, and ripped it out. Matt groaned, and shook his head.

Next, Thelma pulled out one of his lungs. Matt began to wheeze, and cough up blood. Then, as tired of the whole thing, she selected his heart, and yanked it out.

Matt’s eyes went wide, and is eyes rolled back into his head. Thelma then ate the heart. To make sure that he was dead (as if the was needed) she put the chisel to the top of his head and hammered it in. There was a deafening crack of the skull.

Sloan was scared. He was more than that, actually.  He was terrified. He had seen hell itself, tasted the blood of demons, and felt so much pain he had wanted to die. Sloan had been possessed. It started with the screams. Those god awful sounds that invaded his psyche. It became a endless droning of a thousands of demented souls taken by the evil of this god forsaken place. He was filled with the intense hate of millions of people cast away from society for being unlike the rest. He tore at himself, knowing he was one of these monsters that hate all that they deem unworthy. His self loathing eclipsed all other emotion, it consumed him as he destroyed himself. He ripped away at his skin, watching the blood of what he deemed the most evil of creatures; mankind. As he disassembled the factory produced a version that was exactly the same as everybody else. He reflected on this thinking that he was just another version of somebody who was just a clone of a clone. It made him hate himself more, and soon he was only bone, skin barely clinging to the embodiment of hate.

              End of Part One