Brain Dead Part One

This is a story i made about 2 years ago, and i thought id share it with you all that see this, though the story is quite disturbing. (i can't get the black highlight to disappear)

Part One: "Soyent"

Today I was walking home on the railroad tracks to find some old rusty rail road spikes left from the when the tracks were still going. I found one but it was in the rotting eye socket of a dead deer, it looked like some kids stuck in there for a laugh. I thought it wasn't that funny, but then I remembered I did something like that when i was younger only it was a person. And the person wasn't dead he was being killed, by me of course. And can still remember the harmony of the screams that winter night in my basement. The smell of ammonia in the air of the musty half lit basement.

Going back to the tracks made me think as I pulled out the 4 inch long spike from the decaying head. The socket was flowing with maggots preparing to hatch into flies. I scooped some of the maggots up with a cut open soda can I found in the grass next to the deer's body. It was a mug root beer can, I like root beer. It was a refreshing thing to drink after those long hours hosing down the blood stained walls in my shed out back.

As I was walking down the path to the street where i live. I saw some local kids approach me, they were the ones who always talked about me behind my back. I didn't care at the moment but when they knocked the can out of my hands, and said"hey shit head eat any shit lately. I said yeah, when you go home later tell your mom to use soap to wash herself better. The kids were like "ooooooooooooh". the one kid who knocked the can out of my hand was name Joey, he always acted tough around everyone on the bus.

Hey Joey, the other kid said look at what was in that that can he was carrying. "Ewww, maggots!, WTF dude. I was like they were free so I took them. You mean you licked them up with your ass mouth and spit them into a cup, one of the other boys said. And Joey noticed the rusty spike in my left hand. What's that for, said Jon. Jon was a polish kid who thinks his real father is a famous rapper from England or some shit.

What this, I said. I found this on the tracks, its pretty cool isn't it. Yeah said Joey"as he approached me slowly. So you better hand it over before I beat your ass. What like how your dad beats your sister for being a whore, I said. Shut the fuck up and give it to me, now! Jon/Clyde hold him. Clyde was joeys side kick he right hand man, more like his left hand because he would always stand on the left side of Joey.

the two boys wrapped their gay arms around me. they smelled of burnt hair and axe deodorant spray. As Joey ruched forward toward me I moved my hand down, and quickly straight up. My hand met his gut in and instant. He spat up blood all over my face and aliitle on his buddy's holding me, there was a moment of silence for a minute. I took these moument took lick the blood from my lips and from under my nose.

And the said "mmmm, nice and soyent".

to be continued...