|The Monsterboys (standard:horror, 5298 words)|
|Author: Jimmy Mason||Added: Aug 25 2007||Views/Reads: 1646/1015||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Four unlikely heros find themselves thrust into a world where monsters exist, and discover some hidden truths of humanity.|
Part 1 The Man & The Zombie A close knit group of friends called themselves the monster boys. There were only four of them but judging from their attitudes you would've thought they had an army in reserve, in their battered northwest territory backpacks. The monster boys were the quintessential punk skaters of the era of the late eighties and early nineties. Their hair sported different unnatural colors. Their backpacks were covered in different patches of various band labels and sigils, filled with; packs of cigarettes, lighters, firecrackers, pellet guns, some fat sacks of good Midwestern marijuana, pipes, rolling papers and in each pack surrounded in their anarchy material and illicit paraphernalia were four other smaller leather packs. Their dress was beautiful for the times. Long john shirts were a year round fashion commodity, as were the flannel shirts tied around their waists. Over the long john shits were band label t-shirts in varying display of torn disarray. The boys all wore baggy cargo shorts cinched tight with belts under the flannels, and shod their feet in either army boots or Chuck Taylor high tops. All four of the boys had matching double kick skate boards with gasoline soaked ball bearings for extra speed. They were a squad, a band. They were the fear of the preps, the brunt of jokes from the gang bangers, and the idols of the stoners & alterna-brats. No one dared cross them however, not any of the cliques at Midwestern High. They were held in high regard by all. The boys hung out in a ramshackle shack they found in the woods across from Mercury Park. Fixed up a bit by the foursome, it became an excellent and somewhat livable place. This was in October of 1992, at that time it was just a safe haven from four different broken homes. A sanctuary where they could hang out after school, smoke their weed safely away from prying eyes of the law and parental units. It was their freshman year and none of the notoriety they would soon have over the school was evident at this time. They all piled in to their shed witch they called The Hollow. One by one they entered the hollow and tossed their backpacks on the floor next to their seats. Derek Jensen was sporting canary yellow hair, his house was the closest to Mercury park and subsequently it was usually his older brother's small refrigerator that provided the monster boys with beer. Derek was a mechanic, his joy was the smell of gasoline, disassembling engines, and reassembling them with parts left over. He sat down on a large beanbag chair. Jason Ere had jet black hair with three dark blue stripes running back. He was a fanatic of anything that shot anything including; bb guns, slingshots, cannons, even bow & arrows. Jason had a knack for finding good weed at good prices. He sat down on a padded milk crate and began the business of rolling a couple of after school joints. Alex Danbro's hair was fire engine red and closely shaved except for his long bangs. Alex was the inventor of the group, he loved making something out of nothing. He was rarely seen without some device or contraption he was presently working on. He sat on another beanbag chair and pulled the model airplane he was working on out. Craig Kraven had the longest hair in the group down to his shoulders, it was jet black with purple highlights. He was already being noticed by the girls at Midwestern High. He loved blades and always had one or more on his person at any given time. One such blade he pulled from his boot as he sat in a padded hollowed out steel drum. On that late afternoon October of 1992 the second joint had just finished making it's rounds around their spool table. The boys sat enjoying the high as only teenagers can. Not with whoops and hollers but with silent ruminations. It had grown almost completely dark when something thumped into the side of the hollow. All four of them high and paranoid jumped up. Derek held a monkey wrench up, Jason reached under the spool and brought out an air pistol. Craig being closest to the door held out his boot knife. “ What the hell was that?” Alex asked. Then the door burst open spilling a man onto the floor, He was bleeding and mumbling. “ Help me....It's after me! Help me.” Craig and Derek pulled him the rest of the way in and Alex closed the door, Jason hadn't taken his gun off the man. Craig helped the man turn over and they all jumped back. The man was coated in blood and beat up pretty bad. A slash above his eyebrow line and a gouge in his right fore arm was the culprit of the blood. Craig leaned down near to the injured man. Click here to read the rest of this story (387 more lines)
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