The Obsure Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A serial killer commits suicide after he's had enough of this world. He fails and winds up in a crazy imagination world in his mind where we learn about why he hates bunnies.

Submitted: May 02, 2011

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Submitted: May 02, 2011

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The Obscure Mind
I’m done! I’m through with all of this! I can’t handle it anymore! Killing hasn’t solved anything. It was fun for a while and took my mind off of this world… I’ve got to get back to the warehouse, it’s my home, the only place left in the world where I can be alone and not be tormented by those who stare at me with unblinking, beady, inhuman eyes. Nibbling at me with their insanity! THEIR insanity! Not mine… It was never mine.
Tom arrived at his warehouse. Echoes recoiled off the walls and surrounded his every heated step. Splinters exploded as his feet trampled and slammed into the tattered and scarred stairs. Tears welled up in his crazy green eyes. He reached for the doorknob to the rooftop and tore it open like ripping a band-aid off of a small child or tearing the ears off of his mother while the child looks on in terror. He walked toward the edge, his happy ending.
Gravity equals 9.81 meter/seconds 2, Free-fall. They call it ‘Free’ for a reason. There ain’t nothing like it; the air in your face, bugs flying out of the way to avoid your deathly crush. Except the ground – the ground is the only one in the world who won’t move for you. It’s fearless, as if it were something to look up to – except it’s the ground. Oh well, so much for last thoughts. Here gooooesss…
Tom hurtled downward towards his death.As the luck of a cursed rabbit’s leg would have it, he survived. An hour later, after a terrified old woman saw Tom’s body lying lifeless on the ground, an ambulance arrived to pick her up. They brought both of them to the emergency room and placed Tom, with sullen care, onto a bed and rushed the woman for examination.
AAAHHH!! IT’S AN ENDLESS NIGHTMARE! I’M STILL FALLING! MY BODY IS BEING CRUSHED TO DEATH! IT FEELS LIKE ENDLESS TORMENTING BUNNIES!IT BOUNCES ON ME! IT NIBBLES ON MY SOUL!!
Flump.
Tom’s body hit the ground of what seemed to be an elaborate labyrinth with ever moving staircases and infinite doors and corridors. It was beautiful. The stairs were marble, the walls were layered with stunning curtains, and the pillars were made of stone. At a second glance, everything changed. One moment the labyrinth was an elegant hall of greatness, and the next it was the abyss of Hell. Now the stairs were death traps; the pillars were horrible gargoyle bunnies with burning eyes that stared into the bottom of your soul; and the curtains with tattered capes of fire and maggots. It was death. In another moment it turned into a forest. It never ended, yet they all had one thing in common.
What is this place? These walls are covered in engravings that are familiar… like memories. Am I… am I in my mind?
Tom threw the matter aside. Everywhere Tom looked there were mesmerizing engravings of people. People he once saw. People he once killed. But one caught his eye.
Look at this one! It’s me when I was six. G-d I hated—
Tom was sucked into a memory vortex. It felt like the same vortex that brought him to the chamber of ever changing doors. When he was released, he found himself staring in the cold grey eyes of his late mother looming over his head. He was six again.
“Tom! You little turd! What should we do with you today?”
Standing alongside his mother was his father, towering over him like a drooling, bloodthirsty troll about to devour his next meal, a young child.
“We should do what we do with him every day!” his father laughed.
“But I want to do something else.” his mother moaned.
“So tie his legs together and watch him trip! And then we’ll get on with it!”
“O.K.” she cheered up.
His parents were on him in a moment like jackrabbits. They grabbed and tied his legs, stuffed his mouth, and told him to shut up. He was defenseless at this age. From the frequent abuse, he couldn’t shed a tear.
No! Not again! I hate these people! They’re not even people, they’re ANIMALS! Get me out of here!
His parents threw him violently down the stairs, making sure that he hit every stair with enough force to bounce him back up to land even harder onto the one below it.
Crunch.
Tom landed on the floor. His six-year old body was numb with pain. It burned. He began to whimper like a 3-legged pup, because what he saw next almost threw him over the mental edge, again.
THERE’S BUNNIES EVERYWHERE!!!
He was mortified. Absolute horror. The kind he forced upon innocent men, women, and children. This was his Hell.
The bunnies were starved-crazed zombies with sunken eyes and ribcages protruding from ribcages. Tom witnessed a baby rabbit struggle for its way out from under the skin of its mother’s stomach. She ate her own kin, just like his parents. Tom felt sympathy for a moment, but then lost it when a rabbit skeleton attempted to nibble his left leg.
Get off my leg!
Tom was paralyzed from the waist down. He forgot that his parents had tied his legs. He struck furiously with his short child arms, the rabbit flew across the room and hit the wall with a satisfying spinal ‘Crunch’ that sent the rest of the horde of rabbits fluttering in a mad flurry. You could hear the bones rattling like a creaky baby crib in a storm, back and forth, and back and forth. Like the lullaby.
In the bunny frenzy, the rabbits had ripped over Tom multiple times, tearing his skin and clothing. Soon after the ruckus subsided, his parents came down to see if their child was still breathing. He was hugging the rabbit’s skull.
“Is he still alive?” his mother asked, while poking him with her foot, partially kicking him in the stomach. Tom coughed blood.
“He’s shivering like a naked bastard. Darn it!” he barked, “At least we still have a play toy. I don’t know what we’d do without him. Here, take his arms. And don’t get any blood on your shirt! We can’t afford to get it cleaned!”
Tom’s parents dragged his limp, cold body up the stairs, making sure that his head hit every stair on the way up, much like how he went down the stairs.
I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents. I hate my parents.
The deadly mantra continued in Tom’s mind until his parents pulled the stairs down to the attic, and stuffed him into his ‘room’ for the night.
He stroked the rabbit’s skull. A dark spark ignited in his eye.
There’s only one way out of here. All that’s left is a matter of patience…
Tom dozed off. In the morning it would all begin again.
“GOOD MORNING, OUR LITTLE PRECIOUS TURD!” rang Tom’s mother with a megaphone next to his head. “HERE’S YOUR BREAKFAST!”
She poured cereal and milk on his head. He didn’t bother to lift a single crumb. He stared up at his mother. She moved the megaphone away.
“Poor baby-turd, are you going to cry now? Well are you?!” mocked his mother.
Tom continued to stare up at his mother. He was waiting for his father to arrive.
“Where’s that little turdball of fun?!” his father echoed from the downstairs kitchen.
“I’ll bring him down in a minute!” shouted his mother.
“Well, you better! If you steal all of the fun,” he paused, “I’ll kill you!” his father joked heartily.
Tom’s mother dragged him down to the kitchen, his head never forgetting to miss the stairs. He was still clutching the rabbit skull.
“Tommy Turd! Are you ready for another fun-filled day in the basement?!” his father asked belligerently. He waited for an answer. “SPEAK YOU WORTHLESS—”
Tom’s father paused. It was a silent pause. It was the kind of deafening silence that only a child-sized killer could create, with tension on your tongue. His father looked down.
The rabbit skull was gashed into his throat. He tried grabbing a last breath but was helpless.
Tom slashed his father in the eyes with the rabbit’s buck teeth. His mother was paralyzed as she witnessed the horror unfold. The blood was splashing everywhere, like a small child playing in a pool. Tom grinned. His mother finally shrieked.
Tom’s father dropped to the floor with a powerful ‘flump’ of a dead man. His mother dropped to her knees in tears.
“Please Tommy! It was your father who made me do it!” she pleaded “We can live together happily now, you can be a normal boy and you’ll be able to leave the house!”
Tom didn’t care. He walked closer; blood was dripping off of the rabbit’s skull.
“PLEASE TOM! DON’T!”
Tom raised the skull, blood rolling down his chubby arm. He stared into the cold gray eyes of his mother.
Nurses were rushing around after the old woman had finished being examined. They’d forgotten the other man who appeared unconscious. They found him lying on a bed. An hour later, the doctors had diagnosed him comatose, and hooked him up to life support and had notified the police. One of the nurses had identified the man as the infamous serial killer Tom.
“He’s fortunate to still be somewhat alive,” said the doctor, “I can’t be too judgmental in this profession, but I’ve heard from my neighbor that he killed a bunch of little kids at a birthday party, on Easter Sunday… there was a man dressed up as a rabbit for the party. When the cops came, they found his head on the birthday cake and the children’s body parts stuffed into the rabbit suit. The police have been hunting this psycho down since he escaped from the psych ward.”
The conversation continued for several minutes until the nurse came in and told the party of gossipers to leave. They shuffled out the door like men who were thrown out of a bar during happy hour. The nurse was the one who recognized him, and then let it slip as to who he was. She stared at Tom and wondered what was going on in his head. Tom didn’t have much longer to live.
DIE YOU PATHETIC, LYING WOMAN!
Tom’s arm smashed through the thin air, as he became conscious of his whereabouts. He was back in the chamber. The ever changing, ever moving, labyrinth; Tom stared at it. Everything was upside down, or was he upside down?
Tom threw the question aside, and continued walking. The stair cases and archways were still shifting. One of the archways began to turn toward Tom, while a staircase lifted itself like a bridge and began to encase Tom in a beautiful architectural coffin.
What is happening?! I’m about to be crushed in my own world!
At that moment, the floor slid out from beneath him.
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Flump.
Tom fell through the air, and landed on the floor below.
This is driving me CRAZY! Eh, no use in just sitting around. I never know what’ll happen next.
Tom began walking against the walls. He tried his hardest to avoid staring at it, but the more he struggled, the more he was forced to look. The next thing he knew he was staring at a wall engraving of a fire. A moment later, he was forced into another memory vortex.
Tom shut his eyes, and held his nausea. His body stretched, skewed, was nibbled and bounced on. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in a straitjacket, in the corner of his old padded cell in the psych ward. He shuddered for a moment. Most padded cells were known as ‘rubber rooms’ but his was special. His was a ‘fluffy room’.
No! I can’t believe I’m back here! This room- this room! THIS ROOM!!! It’s covered with bunnies!!!
Suddenly, a warden came into Tom’s fluffy room. A tall, muscular, black man around the age of 40 walked in and stared at Tom while clapping his bayonet into his hand.
“It’s time to go, Tom.” He said in a deep voice as he walked over to Tom, grabbing the straitjacket belts, and gently lifting Tom onto his feet. “Let’s go.”
Tom liked this fellow for some reason, aside from the fact that he took him out of his fluffy hell cell. They walked down the quiet hallway, passing various windows filled with faces of lunatics staring at them as they passed. These were Tom’s friends. They passed a few more windows until they came to a door. They walked outside into a carnival.
The Psychiatric Hospital’s annual patient’s fair.
I remember this.
The warden that escorted Tom nudged him. Tom looked back, smiled, and then began to explore. There were crazy carnival lights, rides, clowns, and cotton candy. He hated all of these. And worst of all, there was a petting zoo… of bunnies.
CAN’T I GET AWAY FROM THESE DEMONS EVER?!
A voice came on the loud speaker.
“ATTENTION EVERYONE THE FIREWORKS SHOW WILL BE STARTING IN ONE HOUR! IT WILL BE IN THE CONCERT HALL!”
An idea popped into Tom’s mind. He would escape tonight from the hospital, and all the tools he needed were being placed right in front of him.
Ha ha! I need to find the fireworks! This is going to be Legen—
“ATTENTION EVERYONE WE WILL BE HAVING OUR ‘GRANNY YARN KNITTING CONTEST IN 10 MINUTES!”
This is perfect.
Tom snickered as he made his way to the granny knitting contest. He was going to take some yarn, or a whole box.
He got it, and then made his way to the concert hall. He found a box of fireworks lying on the side, with a label that read “The BIG Finale”. This is what he was looking for. Now, all he had to do was get the yarn and the box to the other side of the carnival without being seen.
The best hiding spot is in broad light.
Tom picked up the box and yarn and walked to the petting zoo. No one was there. He was ready to initiate his plan.
“ATTENTION EVERYONE THE FIREWORKS SHOW WILL BEGIN IN 30 MINUTES!”
Tom was falling short on time. He had to speed things up. For the next 15 minutes Tom tied fireworks to the back of every bunny in the pen. It bothered him to touch the little demons that caused him much turmoil as a child.
“ATTENTION EVERYONE THE FIREWORKS SHOW WILL BEGIN IN 15 MINUTES!”
Tom began to stuff all the eerie rabbits into the box.
How ironic, the box is labeled ‘The BIG finale’. And boy is this going to be a BIG finale.
Tom lugged the box back across the carnival. Everyone was at the concert hall waiting for the show to begin.
“ATTENTION EVERYONE THE FIREWORKS SHOW WILL NOW BEGIN!”
A countdown began as the fuses were lit.
5…4…3…2…1!
A magnificent firework display lit the night sky. ‘Oohs’ and ‘Ahs’ filled the concert hall as capable mind blowers exploded in the air. The display continued for another 30 minutes. Then everything seemed to die out.
This is it.
Tom began to light the fuses on the bunnies.
Hissssssssssssssssssssssss—
The first fuse finished. The bunny was in middle of sniffing the ground. With a sudden fiery burst, the bunny exploded into the air, over the crowd in the concert hall, showering the crowd with an array of bunny blood, guts, skin, and bones. The rest of the bunny’s rockets detonated with precision, except some did not make it more than a centimeter before the fireworks exploded in front of Tom, splattering into his face.
Crud, it’s all over my face.
Tom seductively licked some of the blood around his mouth. He then spit it out.
Vile disgusting bunny blood! What was I thinking?!
The audience was now bathed in bunny gore. The announcer went on the loud speaker, “EVERYONE, PLEASE REMAIN CALM!”
No one paid any attention. The crowd turned into a tsunami of terrified victims, smashing into the doors to escape the unknown source of their terror.
This is my chance to escape.
Tom jumped into the crowd, and followed it until they were near the edge of the carnival. He then broke away and was out of the carnival. A pool of blood trailed behind him. The crowd continued on like a massive trance party, waving their arms and crushing the helpless that couldn’t keep up as they ran. They were trampled to death.
The nurse was still staring at Tom. The E.K.G. continued beeping its heart pulsing beeps. The nurse didn’t like the numbers displaying on the screen.
“Poor Tom, you don’t have much time left.”
A man in a long coat, holding a cup of coffee, knocked on the door.
“Excuse me, nurse?” he said in a wondering tone.
“Yes?” she answered quizzically.
“I’m Detective Kyle Parker. Is this Tom?”
“Yes.”
“How much time does he have left?”
“He doesn’t have much longer.” She said sadly.
“Darn.” Kyle sounded disappointed, “I wanted to take him back to the precinct and lock him up for his judgment day.”
“You wanted to take him away?!” The nurse was surprised, “Can’t you let him die in peace?!”
“No! I can’t!” Kyle was getting angry, “Do you know what this man did?!”
“Yes. I’m well aware of the people he’s killed.” She snapped.
“Good. Then you should know about his attack on the mansion.” Kyle said proudly.
“The mansion?” the nurse was confused.
“Oh, so you don’t know about it,” Kyle said snidely, “well allow me to enlighten you. A few years ago Tom, after escaping from The Psychiatric Hospital, made his way to a train that was resting for the night. From the information we collected. In the morning, the train was on track to travel to Los Angeles, California. I believe Tom slept through the whole ride. The next day they arrived, and Tom began his exploration of the new city.
“From his case files, we learned that his parents abused him as a child. To what extent, we don’t know. Anyway, he got a ride with an unfortunate family that he murdered when they arrived at their destination at a park for a birthday party on Easter Sunday. Later, the police arrived and found—”
“I already know this part and its sickening.” the nurse declared.
“I’m sorry,” Kyle apologized, “a week later we received reports of some attacks near Charing Cross Road. Do you know where that is?” he asked.
“No, I’m sorry. I’ve never been good with geography.” admitted the nurse.
“It’s alright,” Kyle assured her, “It’s down the block from the Heffner mansion.”
“Wait… you mean the Play—”
“Yes,” he stopped her, “and we realized a pattern, you see, the mansion was filled with many women, all dressed in bunny suits. There was only one survivor, Sylvia, and she retold us every detail she could remember. I don’t want to scare you, so I won’t tell you what happened.”
“No please! Continue.”
“Alright, but I warned you. Tom entered the mansion with powerful force. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed 4 knives, and put them between the knuckles of both his hands. The bunnies were confused, and all stood by the door as he did this. A moment later, he burst through the door and began a violent massacre on the bunnies. They didn’t see it coming. As soon as he sliced the first one, everyone began running away. Some hid in closets, some hid under beds. The ones who tried to run towards the door… didn’t last a minute. Some tried jumping out of the windows, but in the frisson, they didn’t realize the height. Most of them broke their spines, and some got shredded up from the bushes.
“Tom continued the slaughter fest, and there were pools of blood and bodies everywhere. Hugh Heffner woke up and came down the stairs. Tom saw him. The old man didn’t stand a chance. The onslaught went on and on, until Sylvia was found in a closet. She quickly tore off her bunny ear headband, and threw it at Tom. Tom flinched, and then gazed at her with fiery eyes. Sylvia didn’t know what to do, and then suddenly Tom left.”
“But why?” pleaded the nurse.
“I’m getting to that. You see, we noticed a pattern in his attacks. Every person he murdered was wearing a bunny suit, or like the ‘birthday party’, it took place on a bunny-related day.” explained Kyle.
“Oh My Gosh!” the nurse screamed.
Tom was back in the labyrinth memory chamber. He was floating in midair.
This is driving me crazy! These are transparent stairs!
Tom continued walking, as the chamber below him began to shrink away. It shrank and became a grasping talon around his ankle. Tom’s eyes popped.
Holy Cow! Every time I think I’m out, something else grabs me!
The talon began to pull Tom down a rabbit hole. He was squeezed through until he was released on the other side. He began to fall down the rabbit’s hole.
Falling?! This is just like Alice in wonderland, except I’m a guy, and this is in no way a trippy dream.
Pooflump.
Tom landed on pile of fluffy bunny carcasses, encased in a pink web curtain on all sides.
This is just nasty! Where am I now? In a big pink tarantula nest?! I’m outta here!
Tom got up and began to pull the pink strands apart. They were sticky like spider webs, but were too soft.
Oh man, you’ve got to be kidding me.
It was cotton candy. Tom began to tear and scratch at it furiously, until it made way for him to escape its sugary abyss.
Light burst into his eyes in this newfound hell. There was a beautiful blue sky, singing trees with huge happy smiling faces, and worst of all, little fluffy white bunny rabbits everywhere. They were hopping and running a-muck everywhere. They had tea parties, and slid down slides. It was too cute. Tom was about to explode in a homicidal flurry. Then, from behind a bush, the biggest bunny Tom had ever seen, hopped out. The ground shook with each cutesy hop. The ferocious bunny stopped in front of Tom. The mouth slowly began to open.
It was a ramp. A moment later, the silhouette of a man-sized rabbit hopped to the opening. It began to hop down the ramp towards Tom.
“Speak you savage hare!” Tom demanded.
The silhouette of a man-sized bunny came out of its shadow. It was a man, familiar to Tom, in a onesie bunny suit with floppy ears.
“Who are you?” Tom asked.
The man in the bunny suit stared into Tom’s eyes for a moment that seemed like forever in a bunny cage. He twitched his nose and then began to mouth the words that Tom would dread.
“I am the Bunny Overlord,” he paused for a moment, “I am you.”
The E.K.G. starting going crazy! The nurse pounded the emergency call button.
“Get me a crash cart!” yelled a doctor. A crash cart smashed through the door a moment later. Some of the tools fell off the side.
“Clear!”
Tom’s body shot a foot into the air. His heart was failing.
“How can you be me?” Tom was confused.
“Isn’t it obvious?” the Bunny Overlord began, his ear twitched, “You’re in your mind. But technically, you’re out of your mind as well.” He paused for a moment to ponder his next words. “I AM YOUR MIND! I think for you, hence, I am you. It’s as simple as that.”
Tom didn’t know what to say. The Bunny Overlord rubbed his face with his fluffy bunny hand and groaned.
“I am the Bunny Overlord, ruler of all bunnies. You, Tom, are me. You are the Bunny Overlord, except we are two separate entities. You have lived your whole life tormented by these innocent creatures of true majesty, and over-cuteness. But I have embraced this life, and the bunnies. Overtime, I have become their ruler and overlord. I IS DACHEETE, THE LUMINARY ESSENCE!”
A fire began to flare up behind the Bunny Overlord; the little happy bunny world was burning. Tom backed away, fearful for the first time.
“I control everything here, Tom! You have no choice but to stay! I control everything!” his voice sounded like a robotic choir, “I’m the most powerful being in the universe! I have infected every mind, every story, and every child! All you have to do is look, and you’ll find me. From either a cute little happy bunny, to a bunny costume or a magazine! I AM THE NUMBER 23!”
He paused again. The Bunny Overlord was insane. He calmed down, and the little happy bunny world returned to its utopia.
“You can never leave, Tom. I am your only friend here. You can reign by my side, and shape this world to be whatever you want.” offered the Bunny Overlord.
“No.”
“What?” the Bunny Overlord squinted his eyes trying to understand.
“No.” Tom said more blatantly.
The Bunny Overlord’s eyes opened up with confusion.
“I don’t want any of this. I wanted to die in peace.”
“You lost that chance when you attempted suicide. You know that no one who commits suicide ever rests peacefully. I would know, because I am you.”
“Just stop! You’re not me! I’m me! I want to leave this place NOW!”
“Tom, Tom, Tom… ‘You can check out at any time, but you can never leave.’”
“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!”
“It means that I am your only exit. Join me. Or die fighting.”
Tom took this as his cue. He ran towards one of the smiling trees, grabbed a branch off, and ran back to the Bunny Overlord. The tree wasn’t smiling anymore, and was screaming obscenities; the bunnies began to hop over and hug it. In the midst of their hopping, Tom grabbed three increasingly scared bunnies.
“Are you INSANE?! What are you doing?!” the Bunny Overlord was getting angry. The utopia was falling apart again.
Tom hopped into the air, and threw the bunnies at the Bunny Overlord. The Bunny Overlord threw up his fluffy palms to protect himself.
The bunnies fell to the floor, and disappeared as the happy bunny world continued to fall apart.
Tom stood in front of the Bunny Overlord. Inches away from his face, the Bunny Overlord could feel the warm breath on his face. The tables had turned, and Tom was now the overlord.
“I am your only escape. You can’t live without me – it’s like a fish out of water! A rabbit with no legs! You’ll die without me!” the Bunny Overlord cried.
The Bunny Overlord looked into Tom’s crazy green eyes. Everything stopped in midair. The Bunny Overlord looked down.
“Gaaaah…” he breathed.
The branch was wedged into his chest. Blood began to pour.
“It’s over.” The doctor said. The E.K.G. had flat-lined and Tom was pronounced dead.
Tom stood in the happy bunny world void. His crazy green eyes were wide. The branch was is in his heart.
Is this how it all ends? Was he right? Or was I right? I DON’T UNDERSTAND! Was there or was there not a Bunny Overlord?!
Detective Kyle was staring at Tom’s lifeless cold body lying on the morgue bed.
“You sick man, why’d you have to go like this? I should’ve been the one to put you down! You killed my brother on that Easter Sunday, and I had to get photos of his head on a birthday cake! What sort of messed up person does that?!” he began to cry, “At least you’re finally dead. Now the rest of the world can rest knowing that you’re gone.”
Kyle slowly closed the morgue draw, and walked to the door. He shuddered, and looked back for a moment. He wondered if he felt some strange essence in the room, but nudged it off and blamed it on the A/C. Kyle closed the door behind himself.
Tom was behind the door. A scalpel rested in his hand. He had a crazy bunny smirk as his nose twitched, and left the room.
Kyle was found an hour later in his car. His eyes were sculpted out, and his upper lip was shaped like a bunny’s. Tom was back.


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