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The Eclectic Pen - Crab Legs: Part 5 END

By: Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - ,   + 36 more  
Date Submitted: 9/19/2009
Last Updated: 6/22/2011
Genre: Horror » General
Words: 842

  Nothing made sense but I understood what I had to do. Keep moving forward and trust my first instinct. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever but I was not discouraged. I had to take a break. I stopped and took a deep breath. And another. And another. The smell of vinegar was gone. The air never quite smelled fresh but the vinegar stench was gone.

I opened the medical bag and rifled through the contents. I saw a shiny silver object. I grabbed in and brought it closer to my face for inspection. I turned to use the light from the wicked sconce. It appeared to be some sort of auto injector of some sort.

A moan broke my attention away from my examination. It was not a moan of pain but of pleasure. It was not too far away. I let the auto injector in my hand fall to my side and left the bag in the hall. I went towards the sound. It went from a draw out moan to panting. “Yes! Yes! Faster! Harder!” I become aroused because I knew I only had to find the source to get a free show. I walked faster and the noises got louder. Slick, slapping flesh and grunting. Not just one couple but dozens. I even smelled sex in the air. I had to grab myself, readjust and keep walking. I was practically jogging at this point. “Harder!” I turned a corner and walked into a twisted sexual nightmare. The walls where lined with genitalia. Hardened male flesh jutted out and flushed with blood. Female parts where pasted up and glistened slickly with juices. Breasts and even lips, no, mouths decorated the room. All shades and sizes. The noises emitted from a section of the wall that was fused to enable a sex frenzy. Just genitals and mouths shouting pleasure.

My erection deflated and I fell back, stumbling. I turned to run from the room and saw I could not leave. The slapping, moaning and screwing intensified and I was stuck in the middle. Then I remembered the injector. I held it up and pressed the engage button. I ran forward and jabbed the nearest tit and released the liquid inside. The moans turned to screams and I faded to black.


“He has been showing signs of improvement. I believe the treatments are working. I hope that you can bear with me on this Ms. Roberts.”

“Thank you Doctor.“ I recognized the muffled voices. As I swam up from the depths of my submerged mind I felt myself tear away from the dream world. The air was chilled and smelled antiseptic. I heard the beeping and whirring machines. My vision swam into focus and I tried to speak but I was cut-off. “J-john? John! Your awake! Oh My God! Ok, ok I am going to call the guys. They have to be here.” I felt myself drifting back into the depths. Not so deep. Not so deep.

“Eh John. John you deh?” I was roused and able to open my eyes without the delay of a brain on hold.

“Umm.” I mumbled. Before me stood an ox of a man. A face chiseled from stone but softened with concern.

“Cheryl called us and said yud came out if it but when we came you was sleep again. We waited but that was 2 days ago.” I saw that there was a room full of people. I blinked and swallowed. I smacked my lips loudly and cleared my throat.

“Water, please.” Once my thrist was quenched I tried to make sense of the situation.”

“Let me explain.” A short blond man came forward. He grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes. Tears shimmered but went unshed. He released my hand and described a tale fit for heroes. “We were in an accident. We were out sailing, just on the water having fun, when something struck us and we went down. We had to use the lifeboat. John, we lost Ben. We made it to a rock crop, like an island. But there was not comforts. We were able to catch crabs for food but the rocks pretty much shredded you up. Your calf got the worst of it. You were knocked out and we had to drag your sorry ass around for a week.” The blond man shot me a weak, watery smile. “A virus set in and the Doctor’s used and experimental procedure that implants a device in you and monitors your healing. They said they could tell you were drifting close to waking up several times because you would respond to noises in the room.”

“So which one of you was watching porn?” The blond man did not look embarrassed but the dark haired giant suddenly found something interesting on the floor and would not make eye contact. The treatments, visitors, crab legs, weird corridors were all apart of some coma induced wonderland. One which I am glad never truly existed except in the recesses of my mind.


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Jesse (EddyKrueger) - 9/19/2009 4:08 AM ET
That was great. So it was all a coma dream. I like how John Roberts thought his leg was covered in that burning slime, turns out it was just a boating injury. You would be good at writing cyberpunk science fiction. I don't know if you have ever heard of it. You have a very flashy style of description. Good work
Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - , - 9/19/2009 11:55 AM ET
Nope. I have not heard of cyberpunk sci/fi but that's what google is for, lol. Thanks for your comment. I just go with what I see in my head and try to add tangible (smell, touch etc) description as well.
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