A Fur's Jest - 1
#1 of DDI
so this a story that came into my possession. I was asked to post this for a friend (who is acting silly...) Please leave comments! etc etc and all that jazz
My mind was spinning as though I was waking up from a coma. Static radiating from a radio perked my ears as I heard, "Mr. Hare, have you retrieved it?" It was a shrill, almost ancient, voice. I tried to open my eyes as my world kept spinning, "Yes, sir. We are currently taking it to cell 429."
"Perfect, I am on my way." The voice almost sounded pleased and yet it still held the sinister tone of the devil itself. Suddenly, the static broke once more and the voice added, "And make sure you restrain it firmly this time... or I might be having rabbit-stew for supper."
"Y-yes, sir." Mr. Hare responded as I felt shivers run down my own spine. Squinting, finally, I saw gray tiles beneath me and they were cold. I was being dragged along the hallway in what felt like the nude. However, it wasn't my main concern as my head was throbbing with a massive migraine. "Looks like it finally decided to wake up." A third voice snickered after I let out a rather audible groan.
"So it does, Mr. Crow." Mr. Hare joined in as I felt another pair of eyes glance down at me. My vision blurred as my eyes climbed up the clothing of my detainers. I first saw black, rubber combat boots with brown laces. Then camo pants with loose legs firmly tucked in the ankle-cut boots, followed by a thick vest overlaying a similarly patterned camo shirt with the arms ripped off. Finally my eyes saw a head, or what at least looked like a head. An animal one. My voice croaked out a single question: "R-rabbit?"
The simple word awarded me with a blow to the head. My world spun faster as Mr. Hare snickered, "Who'da thunk a dull creature such as that would be able to speak?" I tried blinking to blot out the stars blurring my vision and try to grip hold of my surroundings. All I started to see was black and white before there was a sudden stop in front of a door, then just black.
When I awoke, my migraine remained. My first instinct was to put my head in my palms and just cry out in pain. It only took a second for me to realize my situation. I was in a chair, in the dark, with my wrists held down with leather cuffs along the arms of the steel chair. My body felt cold touching the bone-chilling metal but that didn't stop me from twisting my hands and arms trying to free myself from my bondage. I could feel my heart beat rising and reach its peak only to feel it stop. The sound of a vacuum cleaner sucking dirt filled my ears as a bright light appeared before me. In the middle of the doorway were three silhouettes. My struggling ceased as I heard a shrill, but calm voice. "Oh, don't worry. You're going nowhere. Nowhere at all..." The sound of footsteps never seemed scarier as the door slid shut behind my captors and my body began curling with angst.
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Every few seconds a beep would announce its existence into the silent room. The beep originated from the telephone hidden beneath papers and phonebooks thrown across the room. Jason would continue to ignore it for as long as he could stare out the window of his apartment into the empty streets of Hollow Port. The rain painted the dull color of this city.
Jason watched the rain rap against his windowsill and paste over the droning sound of the voicemail that he had yet listened to. He had no intention to listen to it, he knew what it was going to about. His mother already informed him about the incident and that the funeral was to be held today. Of course, like all funerals, it is going to be raining.
Running his fingers through his hair he let out a sigh as he was already dressed up and ready to go. But, at the same time, he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to help carry the coffin or stand there and watch the casket being lowered into the ground. Nor was he ready to face his mother after ten years, and Jason felt as though she still did not want to face him.
"What should I do?" He spoke, not to himself, but to whatever higher being what was listening. Jason never considered himself religious or believed in any sort of supernatural beings, but today he felt as though something or someone had to be listening. So he talked to what everyone else in the world considered empty space.
After there was no reply in any form, rather than the beeping of his telephone or the rain knocking against the glass of the window, he reached over to his desk and picked up a pack of playing cards and the overshirt off the back of his chair. Packing his pocket with the cards he slowly pushed his arms through one socket of the shirt at a time. Then firmly pulling down on the lining he could feel it tighten around his shoulders. His gaze followed the mess he made of his apartment as he grabbed an umbrella and headed outside.
Watching the tarp being pulled back to reveal all six feet of the grave, Jason could feel the color in his cheeks leave. Whether it be from the shock or the cold weather he still felt his eyes glaze over from the mere site of the hole. Setting down the coffin and stepping away to let it be lowered to its eternal resting place tore a hole in Jason's heart. Even more when the preacher began speaking. "Today we gather to mourn the loss of Cole Grace, a loving son and brother..."
Jason couldn't stop himself from staring down into the pit as shovelfuls of dirt kept piling in one after another. Regardless of the amount of wet dirt that filled the hole, nothing would fill the missing piece in his heart like his brother did. Even though Jason and Cole rarely talked when Jason left, Jason still loved his brother. That fact wouldn't change.
The sound of rain smacking flesh and nice clothing overtook the silent sobs of the crowd. A lot of people apparently knew Cole, a lot Jason never seen in his life. Only a few he could pick out because Cole was friends with them in High School. However, there were a lot of girls, which lead Jason to believe Cole got around a lot; which did make Jason smirk, but not for long.
As the hole was about filled and the prayer was about finished. Jason took the moment to back away and melt into the crowd before it broke apart like individual atoms. Across the tomb, Jason could see a woman weeping into her palms. A young woman was leaning over her, whispering in her ears. The woman crying was Vikki Grace, Jason's mother.
She was still pretty for her age, minus the couple of grey hairs. Most people said Cole took after his mother, while Jason took after his father. Cole had short, brown hair with blue eyes. His features made him look kind and warming, but at the same time not afraid to get in a fight. Jason, on the other hand, had black hair and brown eyes. He always held the look on his face that told people he couldn't care less what they thought and seemed to get in fights every time gave him the wrong look. This is something his mother wouldn't drop, that Jason was the delinquent that no one wanted. While Cole was the perfect angel that everyone adored.
Jason's heart turned to stone as he turned and began walking away before the funeral finished. His face already curled into a snarl thinking back to when he and Cole still lived together. His fists clenched the day he ran away with nothing more than the same pack of cards in his pocket. "Jason, wait!" Someone called after him. Letting out a deep breath, Jason turned around refraining from yelling at whoever it was.
He came face-to-face with the same young woman that was rubbing his mother's back. Already he felt his lips begin to curl up in anger. "Who are you?" He originally meant to say it as any normal person would, but it came out with bile on the air.
"I'm Jane Smith, your brother worked for me." The pretty, young blonde hardly seemed like Cole's boss. Then Jason remembered exactly what Cole's line of work was and the idea of a good-looking boss didn't surprise Jason.
"Okay..." He said with one eyebrow raised, almost tempted to look away from her bright blue eyes.
She straightened her back and tried to fix her hair but the rained messed it up as soon as she pulled her hands away. "Well, I was wondering if you could... well, come by and pick up your brother's things?" She automatically looked as though she insulted me and instantly tried to fix it. "I mean, I just thought it would be better if someone in the family would get it rather than throwing it into the trash somewhere."
Scratching his head, Jason took a single glance behind him then turned back. "I suppose you're right about that. Where exactly is your... business?" For as much as he knew about Cole and his job, he never where it was or what it was called. He only knew what Cole did.
"Oh, right. Sorry." Jane thumped herself and reached into a bag she carried around her shoulder. "I should have a business card somewhere in here. Here you go." Glancing down to the white slip of paper, and occasionally flipping from back to front, Jason read the name aloud: "Deep Dreams Incorporated."