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The undead Chamber
By gumbrey
THIS IS MY FREINDS STORY, HE ASKDE ME TO POST IT. IT'S PRETTY GOOD, I GEUSS.
-MidEvil England-
King James sat on his throne and frowned, "Is he dead?"
"Well, he is missing his head sire."
"So he's dead then."
"Yes Sire."
It was the twenty-third killing in a week, and the King was starting to get nervus. Suddenly, a shout came from the great hall. A group of knights were
dragging a man into the great hall.
"Sire! This is the killer! The mamer of men and women! He is an evil sorceror!"
"Are you an evil Sorceror?" asked King James.
"Yes" said the man.
"You must be killed." said the King.
"If you kill me, I'll put a curse on your family." said the man.
"Take him to the dungeon and kill him" said the king.
"Yes Sire" said the gards guards.
As the evil Sorceror died, he cursed the King's family. Later that year, King Myles died. His doctors attributed his death to lack of head. He was found without a head....beheaded. As the news reached his queen, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
-England, 1902-
Duncan herded his sheep across the valley, watching them frollick happily. He did not foresee the danger ahead of him, and if he did, he surely wouldn't have brought the sheep out today. He may never have brought them out again. But the unhappy truth was that he did not foreseen it and therefore, he was unaware
of the eyes watching wickedly from the forest. After he had herded his sheep halfway across the valley, he heard a distant baying behind him. He turned swiftly and saw, much to his distress, a group of wolves surrounding a young lamb. He cried out in anger at his stupidity to have left a lamb behind. He began to run
towards the wolves, anger overflowing in his veins. he was a swift boy, and was rapidly closing in on the wolves before they had even moved in on the lamb.
But alas, it was too late, and almost as soon as he had reached them, they had ripped out the lambs throat. He roared in anger and leapt at them, waving his
shepards stick wickedly. He bashed a wolf in the head, and then another in the stomache. The wolves ran off, and he would have let them run, but then he saw
the lambs blood, coating the muzzle of athe alpha wolf. In his anger, he forgot the rest of his sheep and charged after the wolves. He whipped past trees,
weaving in and out after the wolves. He began to close in on a wolf that lagged in the back of the group. He leapt upon it, dragging it down, and then ripped it's head off. He leapt back to his feet and then continued his chase. The wolves quickened their pace after seeing their comrad fall, but Duncan quickened as well, seeing the clood coated snout again. He rammed his staff through another wolf's chest and the remaining wolves scattered. Duncan kept after the Alpha wolf and when he started closing in, the wolf turned. It lunged, knocking the staff out of Duncan's hand. Duncan fell down, breaking his leg. He grabbed a rock and swiped at the wolf. The rock ripped down the wolf's face, tearing out it's eye. The wolf fled, and Duncan collapse, exhausted. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
Duncan limped back to the valley, leaning heavily on his staff. His broken leg dragged painfully behind him, and he was bleeding heavily from wounds all
over his body. His arm throbbed from where the wolf had bit him, and he felt as though he would faint from the pain. He limped out of the forest and spied his
flock of sheep, slaughtered and spred over the valley floor. The blood painted the scenery a horrifying red.
"Shit!" exclaimed Duncan, "My father is going to kill me."
"You idiot!" Roger Calhoun screamed at his son, "What's wrong with you! Getting a poor innocent lamb slaughtered!"
"I tried to save it Dad! I went after those wolves!"
"Did you kill their ringleader?"
"I tried....it broke my leg."
"Well, until you catch that wolf, you're banished from the family!"
"but dad!"
"Get out of here before I break your other leg!"
Duncan burst out of his home and ran down the road. He'd show his father! He'd show him that he was a real man! It was so unfare! He hadn't wanted that lamb to die. Duncan sat down on a rock and began to cry. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
-England, 1904-
Two years had gone by since Duncan's banishment, and he was now a tall, strong young man. He was crouching in the woods of London, following wolf tracks. He hadn't forgoten his father's demand of vengence. He knew that he MUST have vengence on the wolf, and he had the broken leg to prove it. He still kept the staff with him, because leaning on his broken leg hurt him so. He was limping down the road, headed for London. All of the sudden, a man was in the road, blocking his way.
"I know you, Duncan Calhoun."
"You have the wrong guy mister. I'm not a Calhoun." I said bitterly.
"Is that so Duncan. Are you saying that this isn't your father?" Suddenly the man was holding out the severed head of Roger Calhoun.
"I don't have a father." I said bitterly.
The man shook the head at Duncan and the shock of what he was seeing suddenly dawned on him.
"What.....What did you do to my father!"
"I killed him."
"NO!" Duncan shouted.
"Yes! And now I shall kill you." said the man
"But why?" Asked Duncan nervusly?
"Years ago, in medevil england, I was a sorceror, and your ancient ancestor tortchered me to death. Before I died, I cursed his family. And so I have come to
fulfill that curse. A curse of.......beheading."
"No! Don't take my head! Please."
"Alright" said the sorceror, "I won't take your head. But I know someone who will."
Suddenly the man began to change. Suddenly he was a wolfman, have man, half wolf. A scar ran across his left eye, and suddenly Duncan understood. The man had been the wolf. The wolf who had slaughted his sheep. And now it had come to slaughter him. The wolf lunged, knocking the staff out of Duncan's hand. Duncan fell down, breaking his leg. He grabbed a rock and swiped at the wolf. his swipe fell short, and the wolf grabbed Duncan's throat in it's muzzle
and bit straight through. As Duncan began losing conciousness, he saw his head roll away from his body in a spurt of blood. A single tear, rolled down his cheek.
-Present day, Canada-
Myles turned in his seat and smiled at the girl behind him. She blushed wildly. Myles turned back, still smiling. His muscles bulged under his tight shirt. His lean, hansome face beamed in the classroom. All the girls in the class stared longingly at him. They all wanted him, and Myles didn't mind that. They were all pretty hot, and Myles would gladly go out with anyone of them. Or more than one of them. He could probably get away with it too. He was a genius. A muscle-bound, hansome genius. He could have been the luckiest boy in the world to turn out like he did, but it was almost as if he had traded for his hansomeness. As if he had payed a terrible price to gain his brains. When he was five, Myles' entire family (including his annoying brother Josh) had been killed when their family bus had exploded, severing all of his relative's heads cleanly at the neck. There was a giant funeral, and they buried all the bodies including Josh's (I hate him so much!) Myles now lived with his Grandmother in a small house in Upper Canada. Myles strutted home, cocking smiles at all the gorgeous ladies that he passed on the way. He opened his front door and walked into the living room. He let out a gasp of surprize as he spotted his grandma, sitting lazily in her favorite chair, missing her head. Myles screamed and ran to the phone. He called 911 and the police were at his house thirty seconds later. The paramedics arrived, and pronounced her death. They told Myles that she had died of natural causes. Myles told them that he understood, but at some basic, subconcious level, Myles didn't believe them. He couldn't really say why, but he had a gut feeling that someone....someTHING...had killed his grandmother. After the funeral, Myles was brought to an orphanage. It was a small home, run by two old folks. It was full of kids, their ages ranging from six to twenty. They all looked at him queerly, and he had a sudden sinking feeling.
That night, the two adults had to visit an ailing aunt, so the children ate dinner alone, and in silence. Everyone in awhile, a kid would look at Myles
expectantly, and then look away with a smirk. Myles tried not to be paranoid. He lifted his glass of apple juice to his mouth and took a drink. The kids began to snicker. The juice tasted hot...bitter... Suddenly Myles spit out the liquid, realizing with revulsion that he had taken a big slurp of urine. The others broke into laughter and Myles hung his head in embarrassment. He tried to ignor the others, and began to eat his meatloaf. It tasted a bit nutty. He spit out the meatloaf and the kids began to laugh harder. He had taken a big bite of human feces! He blushed deeply and reached for the soup pot. He ladled himself a bowl of soup and began eating. The soup seemed to be okay although their were odd pieces of meat in it. They were chewy and tasted odd. He looked into the soup pot and cried out. His grandmother's head floated up to her nose in soup. The chewy pieces of meat were bits of his grandmother's brain! He threw his bowl across the room and ran up the stairs to his bedroom crying. He slammed his door and threw himself down on his bed. About fifteen minutes later, a knock sounded on his door.
"Go away!" Myles screamed.
A pretty blonde girl walked into the room, "Myles, I was talking with the others, and we're really sorry. It was just supposed to be a joke. We didn't mean to hurt you."
"I'm sorry, I guess i'm still a little uptight from the shock of my grandma dieing. I guess it was a pretty funny joke." Myles began to laugh, "I never thought I'd be eating my own grandmother's brains!"
The girl began to laugh to, "Let alone so soon after she died!"
She and Myles talked for two more hours. Her name was Sarah, and her parents had been killed when a passing bus exploded. It had apparently been some family that owned the bus, and the entire family was killed other than an elderly grandmother and a small boy. Myles just shook his head and said that he couldn't possibly imagine what that would be like. Later that night Myles fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Later that night Myles awoke. Their was a strange scratching noise at his window. He looked up and saw his grandmother's head hanging outside his
window. Myles laughed to himself.
"Those crazy orphans."
He pulled down the head and then spied something on the front lawn. It was sort of shaped like a person, but it didn't have a head. And that was crazy wasn't it, a body without a head? The snow was bright red around the thing. Myles got curious, so he walked upstairs to the kitchen and then put on his boots. He
walked outside and took a closer look a the thing. He gasped in surprize as he recognized his home mother. She was headless.
Myles looked quickly around him, scared to the bone. He heard a rustling in the bushes, so he decided to check it out. Suddenly a werewolf burst from the
bush. It has a twisting scar down his left eye, and it looked mad. Myles turned and ran for the house.
Sarah leaned out her window and cried, "Myles! Don't come in here, it'll kill us too!" Myles turned and headed for the forest instead. He began to get tired, but the thought of his grandmother, drained of all her blood, made him run faster. The vampire ran right along behind him, growling. He new he had better run faster if he wanted to live. And he had to live. he knew that somehow. He had to live to carry on his family name. After all, he was the last person alive, the last person with Calhoun blood and DNA. The last man decended from great Kind James. He kept running but he was getting a stitch in his side. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of the cannible catching him, and eating him like it had eaten his home mother. Suddenly, he fell to the ground. He turned and suddenly the werewolf was upon him.
"Don't hurt me! Leave me alone." He screamed.
The werewolf leered and grunted, "My curse must be fulfilled."
He grabbed Myles' head and twisted it off, killing off the last of the Calhouns.
-Canada, 2041-
Neo Calhoun, grinned through his space helmet. His magnetic boots were the only thing keeping him from flying off into space, and being lost forever. This morbid thought tickled Neo's funnybone as it often had before. Such a small pair of boots, and yet without them, he wouldn't last a second. He was standing on the outside edge of a rocketship that was hurling through space at over 3 billion miles a second. The wind whistled through his hair rapidly, and Myles grinned again. He finished fixing the hull breach that the Captain had ordered him to fix and started walking back towards the door. He walked into the airlock and shut the door. he took off his space suit and headed to his quarters. Suddenly, a man stepped out of his quarters. He was a tall man with a wicked scar running through his eye, down the left side of his face.
"Good morning Neo."
"Who the hell are you?" asked neo Calhoun, the distant anscestor of King James the first and only.
"Neo, I am a humble man. A sorceror. I have lived for centuries, tracking down the family of the family who ordered my death. I'm afraid that you are the last
of your line. You're the last person on my list, and then I can rest, and die."
"Why exactly are you going to kill me?" asked Neo, "What have I done to you?"
"Well, when my death was ordered, I uttered a curse on the family of James Calhoun. I was young and foolish, and didn't realize that I would have to carry out the curse myself. Please, just go quietly. After you're dead, I can rest."
"Well, if I go Sorceror, I'm taking the universe with me!"
Neo pulled a switch on the wall that was there for just this sort of emergency. The switch was a remote detonator that would start an explosion deep within the
sun, and therefore destroy the universe. Neo pulled the switch, and the sun exploded in a giant, fiery gas ball which subsequently engulfed the universe. And so, in the end, the galaxy and time itself was destroyed because of a bitter feud, a curse, and a man named Calhoun.
The End
9/4/2002 11:26:02 PM
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