Clearing out

A friend recently asked if I wanted to try out EvE Online, having heard him talking about it.  So with 21 days free trial, I thought why not.  Give me something to watch, while I am painting those models that are piling up.

18 GIG!!! Yep that is the disk space you need to install the game client.  So while it is a pain, it is a good thing to clear out the crap that builds up occasionally.  While doing this, I came across a background story I did for a character in Chill.  I will say it was influenced by a book I read, shortly before creating this background; but some might recognise it from a movie influence.  A small warning though, as Chill is a horror RPG; this is a little graphic.

I shall tell you of a story, a story of a man tormented by nightmares that have nothing of the imagination. Sebastian Campbell, 45 (Seb to his friends) grew up in Aberdeen; normal childhood and parents that loved him. On leaving school, he joined the police force; hoping to become an exemplary officer within the Grampian Police Force. Having reached the rank of Sergeant, it took only one incident to forever destroy his life and career.

It was a frosty and cold November morning, when Sgt. Seb Campbell attended what was reportedly a domestic disturbance in Dunbar St; near Aberdeen University. From the outside No 28 looked normal, apart from the couple of constables outside the property; there was nothing to hint at what lay inside. Going up the path towards the house, he took note of the PC’s at the door. Both looked ashen faced and shaking violently, one looked up from being sick; his uniform spotted in places. In his long career Seb, had attended many scenes of horror; what he found on entering the house was nothing to his previous experiences.

 

Even before he reached the threshold, there was a smell so foul it almost making him join the vomiting constable outside. Think of all the worst smells you know, putrefied meat, soured milk with a hint of weeks old bodily wastes; then double it. Forcing himself not to gag, he breathed shallowly as he moved from the hall to the left; into the sitting room. Finding nothing unusual throughout the lower floor; he made his way cautiously up the stairs.

Here the smell was even stronger, he nearly ran then; the smell was unbelievable. Hardly daring to breathe now, he entered the room on the right; what greeted him was to haunt him for the rest of his life. Seemingly suspended in mid-air, arms wide almost in benediction was a corpse. The body had been skinned completely, blood pooled beneath the suspended feet. As his mind was trying to assimilate all of this, the door to the room suddenly slammed shut; like the crack of a fired gun. Whirling around, he grabbed the handle, frantically trying to open the door. Now he was scared, the door refused to budge, his hands hammering on it; in a vain attempt to attract attention. A scream ripped from his throat, when a hand fell on his shoulder; blood smearing over his shoulders as he turned. Spinning around, his scream intensified as the skinless face was inches from his; eyeless sockets seeming to glow with an unnatural light. The whispering voice in is mind, almost drowned out by his own screaming.

 

“Kill me please, don’t let them get me” it pleaded, the eyeless sockets seeming to bore into Sebs mind with a force that stilled his pitiful sobs. Unable to look away, Seb watched as the body was suddenly yanked backwards like a rag doll; arms and legs flailing wildly in the air. Propelled across the room, the corpse screamed, heard only in Seb’s mind; it didn’t mask the sounds of bones snapping as the body became unnaturally contorted out of shape. As suddenly as it had started; the room became still again. Body twisted out of shape, the head looked up one last time; a plea for help seeming to form before an inhuman scream shattered whatever sanity Seb had left. Unable to look away, he saw the legs and arms ripped from the body first. Blood flying everywhere, the last screams of the victim ended abruptly, with the head being ripped violently from the body; landing not 2 feet in front of Seb.

 

Even before the rest of the pieces had fallen to the floor, Seb was running for the window; diving through and landing in a bloody heap in the garden of No 28 Dunbar Road. He wishes now, whatever it was had killed him on that day. His life couldn’t continue as it had done before, not when his best friend was a bottle of Grouse. Dismissed from the force, evicted and eventually drifting through life from one bottle to the next; he eventually found himself on the streets of Edinburgh. Perhaps his only hope of ending the nightmares was to find reasons for that day. It was a chance meeting with a Doctor that brought perhaps some kind of surcease to the torment.

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