My Probation Consists of Guarding an Abandoned Asylum | Part 9
As my seventh task was
scratched and my recognition wandering was interrupted last time by a
lighthouse “incident,” I continued to explore Bachman Asylum’s surroundings. There
was an old shed around a hundred yards away.
The door, as usual, squeaked
when I pushed it. The floor did the same when I stepped on. Tried the single
bulb in the ceiling. It didn’t work, of course. With my flashlight I
distinguished gardening tools. Bullshit, on the boulder ground of this island
there was no way to do any.
A gas-powered electric
generator hijacked my attention. It included a handwritten note held with tape:
“Wing A.”
With the hand truck that
was on its side, I carried the device. Surprisingly, just outside of Wing A
there was a flat enough area to place my recent discovery. It fitted like a glove.
Connected the cable to the generator and back to the power outlet of Wing A,
which turned out to be in the ceiling, which in turn forced me to return to the
shed for the step-missing wooden ladder.
With everything in place,
I pulled the generator’s cord.
Rumble!
Nothing.
Again.
Rumble!
No change.
Rumble!
Sparks.
Sizzle!
The wire exploded. No power.
Still darkness in Wing A.
Clank!
A metallic sound.
Clank!
Didn´t come from the
generator.
CLANK!
***
I assumed it came from
the kitchen, but it was empty. I took a second guess.
Thwack!
In the incinerator room,
the noise was more intense. Even ten feet away from the closed trapdoor, the unmistakable
foulest smell I had ever experienced assaulted my nostrils with the worst kind
of nostalgia. Held my vomit inside.
Pang!
Fuck, that was a
different sound I was familiar with. Turned to find Jack grinning at me from
the other side of the room. Grasp my necklace with my left hand. He stepped
back respectfully, kind of acknowledging and accepting that he could not hurt
me.
THWACK!
Turned back to the
incinerator as the trapdoor slammed open.
A gross, homogenous, red
and black goo started dripping from the opening. The stench became fouler and
rottener as the fluid kept coming out.
Shit. The fucking
incinerator just grumbled when it had been turned on before, but never finished
the job.
The shredded, spoilt and
half-burned human flesh I had threw there was returning. The mass kept flooding
the place as I backed away the disgusting ooze. The scent, which took a long time
to leave the cold room, was now swarming into the whole building. Finally, all
the shit fell out of the incinerator.
It smushed against
itself. The reek fermented on the space while I contemplated the impossible. The
once-human mashed parts amalgamated themselves into an eight-foot-tall, twelve-legged
and zero discernable features creature that imposed in front of me.
Its roar molested my ears
and made my eyes cry. I fled.
***
I didn’t think my next
move through. My instincts yielded to reason once I was in the janitor’s
closet. Not my brightest moment, but at least there was a rusty old broom I
could attempt to use to defend myself against the unnatural beast that was
hunting me. It slipped out of my fingers.
Smack. The wall behind
the tools was hollow.
CRACK!
The door protecting me
was no more. The creature ripped it away as if it was a poker card.
Swung the metal broom
against the monster.
Flap. Its almost non-Newtonian
body made all my blunt force spread, and the “weapon” got stuck on the flesh of
the claw that had attempted to grab me.
Pulled the hardware back.
My half-ton foe did the same. Yanked me out of my hiding and made me slide from
several feet with my back doing the broom’s job on the dust-covered floor of Wing
A.
New weapon. I didn’t know
if a fire extinguisher was going to do something to an already burned meat
living creature designed from nightmares, but I hadn’t many other options to afford
not believe it.
ROAR!
Rotten pieces of at least
twenty people hovered to my face.
I aimed.
The creature didn’t back
up.
It wasn’t a good sign.
I shot.
Nothing. It was empty.
Jack watched the scene
from behind me. Felt his soulless, bloodlust stare in my shinbone injury I got during
my infancy.
Extended the extinguisher
as far back as I could before swaying it with all my strength against the almost
molten human monster that was my prime concern at the moment.
Flap. Again nothing.
Dropped my weapon as the
creature pulled its protuberance back. I’d avoided being dragged. A new
tentacle appeared. Before I noticed, my whole body was used as a non-functional
wrecking ball against the wall.
When I recovered my
breath and my senses, the fast, not stopping monstrosity lifted a club of odorous
dead bodies in front of me.
My eyes peered around
waiting for the blunt, unavoidable final blow.
Jack’s deep, hoarse and
malevolent laugh filled the building and filtered through every one of my
cells.
Heightened my arms in a
futile attempt to block a truck with spaghetti.
The boulder accelerated
towards me.
ZAP!
A thousand-watts attack
from out of nowhere exploded the thing’s extremity, making it back a little.
“Thank you,” I express my
respects to my electric ghost friend.
That gave me just enough
space and time to get out of the beast’s way.
Jack’s axe made my
electric helper retreat. The recovering meat monster did the same for me.
***
The flesh thing busted
open the Asylum main doors as it followed me outside. Motherfucker, I must fix
those.
Ran away towards the recently
found shed, as the monster rushed closely behind me.
I found the spare cable I
didn’t take the first time because I believed too much on my luck.
Blast!
The shredded organic
matter shattered the wooden planks conforming the shed. A beam fell over me.
Screamed in pain as I felt the hundred splinters piercing my body at once. The
beast just reshaped his gooey body back to place in a matter of seconds.
I didn’t need more than
that. Had a stupid idea.
I tied the covered wire
to a heavy wood piece that was mostly complete. With the other end on my grasp,
I circled around the creature. Dodging blows and roars, holding my vomit, I
pulled the other side of the wire.
The twisted cord around
the monster wrenched.
Got most of its legs trapped
in the loop.
It tried freeing itself.
I strain harder.
Yelled at me beast.
The wire snapped in the
middle.
Inertia threw me to the
ground.
The thousand-pounds fluid
splashed against the bouldery ground.
Can’t believe I ATATed
the shit out of it.
Yet, it started to reconstruct
again. Without missing a bit, I grabbed both halves of the cable and dashed
back towards the main building.
ROAR!
Dawn was near.
Connected one half to the
electric generator.
Turned back to see Jack
smashing his axe against his pet’s body. Pulled himself up to mount it as if it
was a pony. The creature didn’t react violently, almost as if it was a puppy
playing with his owner. That image sparked a chill through my spine.
This half of the cable
just got to the outside wall. Shit.
Jack and its monster
approached slowly. Enjoying, feeding on my desperation.
I tied the wires, that
had become exposed out of the rubber after my stunt, around the metal hand
truck I didn’t return to the shed.
Climbed the ladder as the
thumps of the human flesh against rocks were becoming louder.
Connected the other half
of the wire to the power outlet of Wing A.
I felt Jack’s grin on
every muscle of my body.
I threw the end of the
electric conductor down the roof and jumped down myself.
Ankle hurt. Ignored it as
I dodged a blow from the monster and pulled the hanging wire towards the hand
truck hoping I could close the circuit. Almost there.
I was stopped by a yank
in my hand. It wasn’t long enough. The uncovered wires hung three inches high
from the hand truck metal handle.
Rolled around it as a
second attack came my way.
Freed my neck from my
protective metallic chain necklace. Tied one end to the electric cable hanging
from the building, and the other to the metal anchor the hand truck had become.
Dropped myself to the
ground as a third blow flew half an inch over my head.
I crawled towards the generator.
ROAR!
I pulled the cord.
Dull rumble.
Creature stomped closer
to me.
A second try.
Jack grinned wider.
Generator shook to no
effect.
Creature ignored the hand
truck.
Another attempt.
Nothing.
Creature unlatched its
jaws to engulf me.
I docked down.
Creature last leg stepped
on the hand truck’s base.
I pulled.
Rumble!
CRACKLE!
Electricity flowed
through my circuit.
Zzzzzzzzzzz!
Wing A got illuminated
full of power.
Zzzzzzzzzzz!
Monster stood petrified.
Zzzzzzzzzzz!
Generator kept building the
circuit.
Zzzzzzzzzzz!
Laid myself on the
ground.
BOOM!
Burned rotten flesh flew
in all directions. All Wing A bulbs exploded. My necklace tattered in a
thousand unrepairable pieces. Jack disappeared in the shockwave.
Sunrise covered
everything.
***
Couldn’t make the
generator work again. There was no point anyhow.
RING!
The motherfucking wall
phone just rang now as I was finishing writing this entry. It was the dead guy
who tried trespassing the first night I was guarding here.
“The seventh instruction
was to never power Wing A!”
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