Tag: Science Fiction

Way of the Dark Arts

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have magical abilities? Did you ever want to master pyromancy and set ablaze the place that was once your sanctuary, but is now a land of cursed memories? Do you know how quickly you can make somebody die from hypothermia if you could encase them in a block of solid ice? Why walk through a forest in the dark when you can shock a corpse and turn it into a usable source of light?

The possibilities for magic is endless. And Salnia is here for me to bestow upon her the element of her choice; she’s been begging me for days to take her under my wing as my apprentice Primal Witch.

“Take up your catalyst,” I command her, “and show me just what you plan on doing with your newfound power.”

From the bottom of the steps to my throne, Salnia eagerly looks at me as she raises her hand, “I have already brought my catalyst, my Mistress! It is one that I shall make sure to constantly carry with me at all times.”

Why does she have her hand up? I question to myself. I inch forward a bit from my throne of human carcasses, taking note of a faint, gold shimmering effect around one of Salnia’s fingers. Curiositiy takes hold of me as I approach, the skeletal steps cracking underneath my feet.

“What catalyst have you already selected for yourself? What are you willing to sacrifice in order to unlock your latent powers?”

I grab Salnia’s hand and keep it open, palm side up. Aged scaring and slashes are prominent all across her entire palm, irregularities in healed skin showing how many times one spot was cut open. A golden ring is loosely wrapped around her ring finger; there’s a name engraved on its underside, but there’s a scratch across it, making it completely illegible. I don’t hesitate to take the ring off to get a better evaluation of it.

“This ring seems to have gone through some wear and tear, has it not?” I ask.

Salina nods as she confirms, “Yes. It is the ring given to me on my wedding day. That was quite some time ago…”

“And you want to make this your catalyst. Why is that?”

“That ring has nothing but evil and malicious memories tied to it, memories that I will never be able to forget.” Salina gets up from her kneeling pose and stands up straight in front of me. When I look into her eyes, I can see a growing darkness emerging from within. “And I shall use those memories as my fuel for learning the kind of magic I intend on mastering.”

The talk of evil and darkness, using bad memories as her fuel for mastering magic. She’s using a gift of her from a time she one lived in bliss and happiness, but the marks on her hand tell the opposite. I can’t help but smile when I have an idea of what kind of magic my new apprentice would like to study.

I put the ring back on her finger as I ask one final question, “Salina, my future Primal Witch apprentice. What kind of magic and sorcery have to decided on to learn? Shout out your purpose and I shall decide if your intentions are worthy enough of my time and effort.”

Salina closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath to clear her mind. Her eyes focused on mine and her hands clutched, she yells out, “Show me the way of abysmal magic so I can torture my husband in the afterlife!”


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— via Daily Prompt: Bestow

The Miracle of Machine

The advance in both technology and medical science has lead to the breakthrough and discoveries of the modern era. Diseases either have cures or have been completely wiped off of the face of the Earth. Advancement in technology has allowed more societies to develop at a rapid pace, allowing more of the global population to stay connected. Human lives have become much more easier, less stressful, and living in comfort is almost a birthright in the current norms. 

Advancements have even allowed humans to take the next step in the evolutionary process: the merge of man and machine. Although that new evolutionary step is still in the preliminary stages there isn’t a shortage of those who want to bear witness to the birth of what humans will eventually become. 

Although they still have the slender and smooth look like before they have a newfound weight to them, almost like somebody tied a small cube of lightweight metal around my ankles. When I push off the weight drags me down without effort, my feet creating small craters in the marble flooring.

“As expected.”

Spooktober – Hand of Darkness (Part Two)

Hello, all! How has it been for you so far this month? Have you been spooked out of your boots? Have you seen any ghosts flying around? Have your bones been rattling? If not, there’s still two weeks to go, so give it some time! As for now, let’s continue Spooktober with the finale of “Hand of Darkness.” In case you missed Hand of Darkness – Part One, give it a read. Enjoy!

Chain and bondage have always been used as the simple and effective way of torture. It forces the victim to be bound to one place, often bound by multiple parts of their bodies. Unable to move or protect themselves, the victim is forced to endure and live through whatever events they have to witness. Sometimes the victim themselves are enduring the pain. Other times, they could be forced to watch somebody else suffer. Regardless of the method, the cold, metal restraints will be a long-lasting sensation on their skin. 

Should they be able to survive the ordeal and escape.

The woman in the shadows continues to torture the woman in chains, and now has the pleasure of having a new victim to play with. Will either of them be able to endure it long enough to be let free, or will their will to live shatter and beg for sweet release?

He looks down and sees a pair of colorless, slender hands wrapped around his ankles, violet painted nails ready to pierce through. “W-What the hell? How did these manage to grab me? And how are they coming out of the ground?”

“Look up at him.”

Spooktober – 50ccs of Red

Hello, everybody! I’m so sorry this one’s a few days late. But don’t worry, I didn’t forget my promise to have at least one new horror related story every week. To make up for some lost time, this one’s a bit longer than usual. Taking place in your usual hospital, a patient’s currently being seen to a doctor. Having some bodily issues recently, he’s hoping the doctor is able to provide some kind of solution for him. too bad for him, he doesn’t realize that the doctor is more than just a pretty face. Here’s “50ccs of Red!”

The hospital is a place where the sick and ill come in order to help ease their pain and find solutions for their problems. Some come for minor issues, while some are life-threatening and need full attention from specialists in certain medical fields. Patient’s are suppose to feel like they can trust their doctor to help them get better. Not feel like they’re being used for something else.

In this one hospital, many of the doctors don’t exactly seem like they’re helping others because they care about the well-being of people. Instead, it’s more like there’s an underlining motive for helping patients. However, the doctors are too smart to talk about that in front of the general public.

With a warm smile and blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, the young man calls out to the doctor, “Hey, Becky. Got a long night, huh?”

“I promised to help look over a few others for Enrique until he comes in around six.”

“So, he willing to swap blood just to have some pretty girl to look at? That doesn’t sound like a good trade to me.”

Human & Machine

“Don’t you think you have enough technology in your room? Your room looks like it’s out of some kind of techno future story.”

“What makes you think that?”

I look over to the nearest pile of metal and grab the first thing that I see spearing out of it. I can’t even tell what it is at first glance; it just looks like some kind of flat piece of cheap metal with a few wires dangling out from the bottom of it. I shake it around in my hand to see if it activates when shaken, but it doesn’t react, “Like this. What the hell is this? It looks like nothing but unnecessary trash.”

Jacob glances back at me for a moment before he focuses back at his computer monitor, “That’s not trash. That’s the scraps pile for my synchro.”

“All you do is talk about that ‘synchro’ surgery you got months ago,” I say as I kick electronics out of the way. His floors have been blocked by wiring for so long that I completely forgot that he had peach colored tiling. “Just because you’re part mechanical now, that doesn’t excuse you from having a messy room. You need to clear out some of this stuff, now!”

Jacob throws his head back and lets out a long, drawn out sigh. Ever since he got those new lung implants, every time he lets out a breath, a white vapor spews out. The sigh let out a thick cloud, barely making his face visible for a few seconds until it dissipated.

“If you’re going to use that new venting system you have, please do it by a window, okay? It could confuse the fire alarms and I don’t want that happening.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.”

“Thank you.”

Pausing whatever he was doing at his computer desk, Jacob scoots back and gets up turning around to start clearing the piles around his room. His bare chest is exposed, metal plates and all. As he’s moving around, I start to lose focus, thinking that the sound of clanging metal is coming from him instead of the junk he’s piling to throw away.

“Hey, Jacob?”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Your new implants… they don’t hurt, right?”

“No, not really. My chest feels a bit colder during the winter season because of all the metal in me, but that’s about it. Why?”

I slowly shake my head to reassure him, “It’s nothing. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. What did the doctors call your implants again?”

“Synchros. They’re mechanical replacements for organs that run on the electric activity from my brain instead of needing blood. As long as my brain is fine, my metal lungs keep going. Pretty much makes me immune to lung cancer if I ever decided to start smoking.”

“Please don’t.”

 

Daily Prompt: Synchronize

Woman in the Mirror (Part 3)

I’ve lost track of exactly how many people have suffered from my experiments. A handful, a dozen, a few dozen most likely? All I know is until I get the results I want, that number will continue to climb.

It’s been a few days since I’ve checked up on the condition of my current subject; perhaps he has some new findings for me that I’ve been wanting for some time.

“Ms. Tanamura,” Yuuka calls out, “the current subject is about to wake up. His vital signs are beginning to change.”

“Unlock the doors so he can proceed,” I answer.

Woman in the Mirror (Part 2)

Honestly, I never imagined that I would have so easily accepted myself like that. Being together feels so much different than being apart. It feel… right.

Now, I don’t have any fears or regrets for what I’m about to commit. Instead, I feel unnaturally excited.

“Where are we going?”

“Let’s see how my little scapegoat is doing today, shall we?”