Namesake

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is based off of a very vivid dream I had. Each character has been renamed, but every person is a real person.

Submitted: June 01, 2019

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Submitted: June 01, 2019

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That evening started so simply. So pure, and innocent. How could it have turned into such a horror show? A new life of terror and unimaginable atrocities? Sam lays on the cold concrete floor, staring up at the cobwebs and century old dust trying to think back and piece together how things got like this. Why she’s living this new life.
They’ve been walking in circles for hours, but Sam doesn’t care. She loves her friends, and the mall is like a second home for her. The smell of plastic and cinnamon sugar fills the air as the gaggle of young women sit at a tacky plastic table. Each of them is on their phones, taking pictures of themselves and typing furiously. You’d think they didn’t even want to be together, but this is how they bond. 
Riley, a short girl with dark skin and even darker hair is reapplying her lipstick. A deep burgundy red to show off each curve of her lips. Lauren on the other hand is staring down at her phone which lays on the table, one elbow on the table with her head laying against her cheek. Her bright orange hair falling over one shoulder. She’s showing the other two photos of cats.
Sam, on the other hand, lays back in her chair and tacks away at her phone, messaging friends she’s never seen. One in particular she so desperately wishes she could hug. He’s been with her for half a decade, and though he is not a happy man he is an amazing one. Each time his message appears on her screen she smiles, his virtual company easing her mind of all the stress.
“What are you wearing?” his message reads. Sam makes a small snort of amusement, rolling her eyes.
“Hey Riley, c’mere” she says, jerking her head as an indication of what she wants. Riley steps behind her pale friend and drapes her arms over her shoulders. Sam snaps a quick picture of them with the utter of “Thanks, Ri.” She sends the photo to her friend with the caption “the skin of my enemies” with a small devil emoji.
“Alright” he types back, and then goes off line. Sam sighs. She always hates that he leaves so abruptly, even though she knows their timezones are so different. She, an American, and him in the U.K., of course their schedule wouldn’t match up.
Lauren speaks up, pulling Sam back to the current moment. “Let’s go see if there’s new stuff at Hot Topic yet, guys.” She smiles, pale pink lips untainted by lipstick- only a thin layer of Carmex.
All three girls stand and begin walking. Sam lags behind slightly, her hips aching and her knees crackling. She’s never been in the best of health, but her friends don’t treat her any different. As they reach a small ramp Sam’s phone buzzes, causing her to stop and lag behind even more.
Just as she reaches to remove it from her hoodie packet there is a pair of arms around her, holding her arms to her. The warm body behind her is pressed into her back, keeping her unable to get away or turn. She screams, causing her friends to turn around in horror- unable to do much other Stan stare.
“Found you.” The voice rumbles, shrouded in a familiar accent that Sam cannot place. Her mind is racing, and she’s fighting as hard as she can. She wiggles and writhes with as much force as she can manage. The voice speaks again right against her ear, only one word, sounding tired and annoyed. “Princess.”
The hot breath against her neck, soft voice against her ear, and unique nickname cause Sam to freeze. Her screams cease, turning into a silent grin. That voice. She knows that voice. She knows that accent. She knows that nickname!
She begins to squeal in delight, spilling out his name and his own nickname within a jumble of “oh my god”s. His arms finally loosen and she is able to turn to face her best friend.
He’s tall, with long dark hair and bright eyes. His mouth twitches from an annoyed frown to an amused smirk. He’s wearing a white dress shirt that looks worn and comfortable, with a charcoal black sportcoat. Though they’re much the same color, his pants are not slacks, not jeans. Something in between. 
“Andre! What are you doing here? Oh my gosh! Aahhh!” Sam squeals, jumping up and down a few times before pulling him into a big hug. She clings to him, burying her face in his chest and reveling in his warmth and scent.
“Stop it, you god damned child.” He playfully growls, gently prying her off of him. “Take a breath. I can’t have you dropping dead just yet.” With those last few words a small grin flashes over his lips, gone in a split second.
Sam takes a big breath, runs her hand through her hair, then turns to her friends; who up to this point were staring, mouths agape in horror. “Guys, this is Andre. The guy I met years ago through Facebook. My old boss.” With the word “boss” she uses her fingers to make quotes in the air.
Riley and Lauren relax, and nod to say hello to the tall foreign man standing next to- and towering over- their best friend. 
Andre nods back, before turning back to Sam. He takes a moment to drink her in. He’s only ever seen her through a camera all these years, and finally having her in front of him is a delicious sight. 
Short and slender and pale as a ghost. Her cheeks have a light pink flush to them, and her blue eyes are bright and magnified by her glasses, making her look like a doll. Her hair is a mess of soft black waves falling down her back, ending just before the waist of her pants. Her bangs are cut short, and hold a light raspberry hue. She is by no means an ugly woman, and he’s finally got the opportunity to make her his.
He holds out his hand to her, allowing himself to smile gently.
“With me, Bunny.” He breathes, almost as if trying to seduce her.
Sam happily places her hand in his, having it swallowed immediately.
“Where are we going, babes?” Sam chimes, her voice full of excitement and love.
Andre just laughs his dark chuckle, taking a deep breath before speaking. “First, outside. I need a cigarette quite bad. Then, little one, I have something I’d like to show you.” He leads her outside to one of the many entrances to the mall, and they both sit down on a cold metal bench.
The evening air is cool and wet, the sky a deep navy blue with the odd white twinkle of distant stars. Andre lights a cigarette and breathed in the chemical smoke, letting it release into a plume of grey death that floats away into nothingness. Sam just stares at him, unable to fully grasp the moment. Her best friend. The man that helped through some of her worst moments, is sitting mere inches from her. She watches as he gently takes the stick of toxins between his fingers and flicks the ash to the concrete. Every movement is graceful and beautiful to her. Her heart soars as he looks at her and smiles, then looks to the sky.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming to visit.” Sam finally breaks the silence, keeping her voice soft.
“I wasn’t even sure I was going to come, honestly.” Andre says, almost too low for the girl to hear. His voice has turned dark, with the aftertaste of sadness. He’s looking at the ground now, elbows on his legs. Sam places one hand on his back, making him look at her.
n“I’m glad you did.” She smiles at him. It’s a true smile. And it was honest. She is incredibly happy to see him. She loves him with all her heart, and more.
Andre sits back up, finishing his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. He stands, once again offering her his hand. “Come here, bunny.” He says, and again there is a sadness in his voice.
Without hesitation she stands and hugs him, burying herself into his warmth. His arms lock around her and she can feel him kiss the top of his head. He lets out a big breath, and as he does the scent of mulch and stale water are in the air. 
Sam looks up at her friend, and noticed that something looks… off. The edges of her vision have a crimson tint. She looks to her right and sees that she is no longer outside her neighborhood mall. Sam is now standing outside in the center of a cobblestone street. Every object has a soft red outline, as if reality had become a cartoon.
She then notices that the warmth of Andre’s embrace is gone. She looks down in sadness, and notices a thin thread coming from her stomach. She hesitantly reaches to touch it, and while her fingers can feel it, the skin of her abdomen feels no pulling.
With a shaky breath she begins walking, knowing she can’t just stay stood there forever. She passes crumbling infrastructure and strange twisted metal monsters. Nothing is familiar; and worse, she is alone.
There is a gust of wind that chills her to the bone, and she hunches her back as her hair whips around like a frightened snake. Through the rushing sound of wind she hears her name. Turning around she sees two friends- Chase and Amanda. Friendly faces in an unfamiliar place are always nice. Sam runs to them, and as she gets nearer she noticed they look frightened.
“Hey sis,” Chase says quickly “will you help us out?” his hand is firmly grasped in his girlfriend’s, and both are obviously only smiling for Sam’s benefit.
She nods, and without another word all three begin walking.
They come to a tall cylindrical tower made of bricks the size of a bus. The light from the windows flickers as if there is one big candle at it’s center. Sam feels uneasy, and hesitates before stepping inside. She friends take no time before going through large ancient chests, pulling out anything they can to stuff in their backpacks.
Sam wanders up the staircase, eventually finding herself at the very top. She looks out at the strange world from the small patio. There is movement everywhere, but not the movement of living creatures. The very existence of reality seems to be moving. The red hue to the outline of everything gives the landscape a hellish appearance. The metal rail her hands rest on almost seems to be vibrating with energy. Everything about what she is experiencing feels wrong. Unnatural.
Suddenly, the sound of a slamming door pulls her back to the moment. Sam whips around and tries to open it, but it will not budge. Her head is filled with the thought “You’re stuck here for a while.”
Why did she think that? What’s going on?
And then, another thought rolls through her brain. “Twelve hours. Or just jump.”
Sam looks down. The ground is five stories below her. Jumping is certain death. But there is something strange on the pavement. Movement. Humanoid movement.
The thing looks like it’s walking, but there is no bounce. It almost seems as if it’s floating.
It snaps it’s head up and looks directly at the terrified girl. Their eyes lock, and it’s mouth opens inhumanly wide; a swarm of locusts racing towards her. She can feel them tearing at her flesh. Thousands of insects gnaw at her skin, muscles, and bones. Her screams turn to gurgles as her throat fills with her own blood. She’s dying, and she’s alone.
But… she isn’t dying. She is breathing. She feels no pain. No vibrating from the wings of pests. Sam opens her eyes, only to see that she is still standing on the patio of the tower.
“What the fuck is happening?” She mumbles, beginning to cry.
The door behind her opens, and her friends step out with her. Only, they are no longer her friends. Chase’s once tall lanky body is now swollen with muscles. Amanda’s soft, motherly smile is replaced with a sharp toothed grin. They back her to into the cold metal rail, each grabbing her- Chase grabbing her throat, and Amanda grasping her feet.
Sam is pushed to the ground and violently undressed. She starts to sob and beg her friends to stop. Asking them why they are hurting her. Neither speaks.
Chase is on top of her, violating her. Every thrust hurts her more and more. Her stomach begins to bloat as her organs are pushed around. She vomits blood and bile, her throat prolapsing into her mouth. Her vision becomes grey, and once again Sam feels herself dying. She closes her eyes, ready for the pain to be over.
Instead, just like the time before, the pain is gone the moment her heart stops beating. She no longer feels the hard stones against her back, nor the warmth of her own esophagus on her tongue. She is once again standing, facing towards the hellish landscape.
Sam drops to her knees, crying and nauseous. Is she losing her mind? Where is Andre? Where is SHE? What is this place?
With a deep breath, Sam stands again and puts her hands back on the railing. 
“Jump.”
The word rolls through her brain over and over again. The fragile girl begins to shake, her vision blurry from sobbing. She takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment. Was she really going to do it?
She looks down at the thread coming from her stomach. It twitches and pulls every now and again, as if someone was moving the other end. It glows softly, and for reasons she can’t understand it feels comforting.
Before she can overthink her decision, Sam pushed herself over the railing with as much force as her arms will allow. The sound of air rushing passed her fills her ears, and the feeling of cold pavement breaking every one of her bones is agony. “Is this death?” She thinks. She cannot feel herself breathing, but she knows she is at least conscious. She feels no pain, but there is an unimaginable amount of nothing. Not blackness; just nothing.
She allows herself to think of all the things she will never experience again- friends, food, family, pets. They are all gone. She did it. She killed herself. What must Riley and Lauren think? How long has she been gone? Will they call the police? Will they think Andre killed her? Where is Andre? Where is SHE? What is this place?
Sam’s thoughts are interrupted by a warmth. Not just a warmth, but a moving warmth. The blackness of nothing is now lit with a dancing light. “Is this… hell?” Sam whispers to herself. 
“Ah, Bunny, I doubt you’ve sinned so bad.” A beautifully familiar voice finds it’s way to Sam’s ears. She turns her head towards the sound, only to see the sad smile of her best friend. He is laying against her on a concrete floor that is cushioned by blankets, propped up by a plethora of pillows. She drinks in her surroundings. The walls are stone with crosses and candles on them. There are cobwebs stretching to and fro across the ceiling. The door itself is stone, with no handle at all.
Her Andre. He’s here. She’s not alone anymore. And there, coming from his chest, is the other end of the red thread.
“I’m so glad you’re mine,” Andre whispers, twirling a strand of Sam’s hair around one finger “I missed you.”

 


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