World Spins Madly On

The Nightcomers Ch.7 - Blue Light

Tony was weighed down with water as he found himself within the monsoon. There was no chance of feeling his tears down his face as they were lost in the river from above. The water provided another cover over that of darkness, but there was no denying, he was back in the street; the street where his eternal nightmare had begun, earlier that night. Inside he felt uncontrollable fear and panic, he was screaming and falling and thrashing; but his movements were as controlled as ever. In the back of his mind he could hear music and shouting; and as he moved forward the music got louder and louder, until he could feel the sound bouncing off the insides of his head, and he heard those words over and over, and over. And then he felt himself laughing; he couldn’t tell if he himself was laughing, but he felt it, and he wanted it, and he pictured the look on their faces, and he kept laughing, and he wanted more. And although with his laughter he felt stronger his movements seemed to fall apart, but he continued on although physically he felt so much weaker.

He felt himself stumbling a little, but he kept his footing, and he kept laughing. He felt people around him, but he felt the water stop as he climbed into the house, and they left as he got through the doorway as everything spun and bounced around him. He fell but continued up steps and then through a doorway and over the floor and he collapsed in a small space, being sealed by darkness as the door swung shut in front of him.

Things stopped a little as he begun to feel, he felt materials against his neck and back and he realised he must be within a wardrobe.

His attention darted as he heard voices and footsteps quickly approaching. He realised there was a small gap in the door he could see through, and he looked as several people entered the room. And he started laughing again as he burst from through the doors towards them swinging the knife as it cut them again and again, butchering them all without any aim or thought or as he laughed, and kept laughing, and he swung both arms around and around hysterically, laughing, as he was covered in their blood and insides, as blood swept the room, and he kept laughing and laughing.

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Tony felt the weight lifted as he found himself on the vibrating floor of the bus. He clung onto a chair and struggled to lift himself up, and he staggered through the bus. He passed the seats in their rows like tombstones, and he reached the front, as the bus stopped and the doors swung open. He didn’t have time to feel relief, but he lept out, his body hitting off the hard metal steps and onto the pavement. As he opened his eyes slightly and saw the doors swing shut, for the first time he saw the bus driver, for the tiniest moment. And he never closed his eyes again.

Flashing blue lights and their wail filled the bloody place.