Kill All Stickmen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Appearances are ALWAYS deceiving.It's true.

Submitted: June 26, 2017

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Kill All Stickmen

Robert Kasch

 

“ Yes, I want to kill all Stickmen. I heard you earlier talking with the other officer. I;m crazy or putting on a crazy act. No. Not either one officer Colter.”

 

“ Detective Colter. But nevermind that. You walked into Ist Farmers Bank and Trust and shot Mr. Adams as he worked at his desk. He’s dead Joel. He has a family and you come in here babbling about Stickmen. I’m recording our conversation from here on out. Have you changed your mind about having an attorney present?”

 

“ No, I’ve nothing to hide. The Stickmen are all around us Detective. Do you think childrens drawings of stick figures is just a crude start to art? No. Why do they look so similar? I’ll tell you why, children have not been polluted with brainwashing. They see the monsters as they really are. I managed to hold onto true sight. I can still see the Stickmen and know they are not here to help us.”

 

“ You’re saying that ‘Stickmen’ are projecting a normal image and only children see them as they really are? Oh, and yourself?”

 

“ Laugh Detective. They are in government, jobs in science and builders. They imitate us in every way. They mate with us too. Yeah, scared yet? How well do you know your wife?”

 

“ This is getting crazy Joel. Before I refer you over to psych I would love a description of your Stickmen.”

 

“ Not mine but okay, they have misshapen heads with eyes and other facial features all off center. Dots for eyes. Heads too large for their spindly bodies. No feet or hands.just uneven arms and legs. Thin and weak looking but they aren’t. They can mask their grotesque faces and corrupt us with false memories and haunt our nightmares that we forget on waking. Everyone that is except the children and those, like myself, who held onto true sight.”

 

Detective Colter sighed and wrote a note that he turned so that his prisoner could see it.

 

Joel, look at me closely. You held onto true sight because you are like me. A Stickman. You killed one of your kind. Look into the mirror, Really look and see.

 

“My God, I am a…”

 

“ Shhh. No more talk of Stickmen Joel. Understood?”

 

Joel understood all too well. He studied himself in the mirror as he was led away. His twig like legs carried him to a cell he would never leave.

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