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i relize that this is not one one would consider scary but i gave it a shot
The Destruction
The year is 2025, and for the past two years I’ve been hiding in an old abandoned mining facility. No doubt they’ll find me, the Feds that is. Since 2019 the country has been demolishing everything built before 2016 in a mass effort to renew rapidly depleting resources such as coal and natural gas. Oil was completely depleted in the year 2009 during our country’s second great depression. They also wanted to refit the work place to a healthier, more environmentally friendly environment. Of course this meant spending almost $2 trillion and pulling our minds away from the raging wars across seas. Once we turned our back, to what in the past made our country thrive and prosper, the Muslim extremists took the opportunity that they had been waiting years for and covertly invaded our country. Once that happened everything went to hell. They planned and executed numerous suicide missions on the White House and Congressional buildings. Eventually one got lucky and took out the President. When the Vice President took over, things only got worse. He clearly had no idea what was going on and he lacked the balls to set forth any act that would help to prevent any further bombing. This -blam!- -blam!- set forth the Bukston Amendment, which began an extortionate extraction of all foreign peoples. He believed that by getting rid of all Muslims in the country he would be able to stop the bombings. Anybody with half a brain would have known that all this would do is lower the already ludicrously low support by the public. This is where my story begins, the reason I’ve been held up in this hellhole waiting for the damn Feds to find me.
August 4, 2023
I was sitting in my kitchen table enjoying what I had come to know as a gourmet breakfast, Frootloops and water. The T.V was on and in the background my daughter was watching her favorite Saturday morning cartoons. The hum of their voices was just audible over the sound of my wife next to me singing along to the radio as she read the classifieds in the paper. I myself was reading up on the current events. After the President had been shot and killed in a suicide mission run by Iban Que Ferrad I wanted to be well informed just incase anything happened. But just as usual there was nothing. It was a bright sunny day, a humidity just enough to allow a light sweat to perspire off your head. The trees were fully leafed with some beginning to change color. This was odd, up until the President was shot there was always something big in the paper and the air was stifled with gunfire. Days where you felt secure were rare. But since that day everything’s been fine. No bombs, no gunfire, nothing. Most people think the terrorists are happy with the crippling damage that they’ve dealt to us. But me, I know they’re not. They’re planning something big. Recruiting followers for a massive blow that will destroy the American economy altogether. And this time they’ll leave non-alive.
August 6, 2023
It was 6:30am and the alarm was going off on my radio. I opened my eyes and reached over to hit the snooze button, my energy drained fingers grasping the knob like a drunken man clinging to his bottle of beer. I dragged my legs out of the covers and pulled on my pants. I’d stopped showering at home as to keep on full alert for my family in the morning. I worked at Sony on the factory lines assembling small parts for their new DL2 projector. It was a boring -blam!- job, but it brought in the money and kept me off the terrorist’s hit list. They went after all big businesses and any small business owners. They figured if they could first get control of the economy, then they would have a clear target at the government.
I walked out to my Ral Ne, thrust in the key and let the green rust brown door slide open. The stale smell of cigarette smoke slipped past my nose. Smoking has been illegal for the better part of the past seven years, but that vile odor never seems to go away.
I walked into the factory and sat down at my station, the black haze of the lights caressing the surrounding area. I had been at work only fifty minutes when my boss walked up to me in his normal vulgarity of ways. “Some man dropped this off for you, you know our policy about receiving personal items at work. Don’t let it happen again.”
He handed me a small note folded twice over. I grasped the note, and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the door ignoring the lewd smell that blew over my face. I unfolded the note and began to read it.
Dear Mr. Kuss,
Let me start by congratulating you on your success on moving under our radar for as long as you have. But, nobody can stay under our radar forever. You tried to disappear, but there’s always a trail left behind. I know you too well to think you’ll just scamper over here at the threat of your life. No, you’ve been trained to withstand pain and mental torture. That’s why the past six months I’ve had a few of my men stationed at your house, watching your daily routine. When the opportunity presented itself I had my men move in and seize your wife and daughter. Currently they’re being held in a warehouse at a concealed location. I promise you that no harm will befall your beloved young one as long as you follow my instructions to the precise detail. But should you fail to complete any of the things that I will instruct you to do I will rip the fingers off your wife’s hand! Should you wish to keep your loved ones alive, be at the Mel Mot at 8:30pm tonight.
Your afflict, your anguish, your backer.
I rubbed the note, eyes wide in bewilderment. I didn’t know whether to believe this or not, when my trembling fingers brushed past a bulge in the paper. I lethargically turned over the paper and noticed a small photograph attached to the back. My eyes went wide, the picture showed my wife and daughter bound to chairs and blindfolded. I walked out of the bathroom and tossed the note into the trashcan.
8:20pm
I stood in the parking lot of the Mel Mot. I scanned my surroundings checking for any signs of those bastards that took my family. There was an old street light at the right corner of the lot that was lighting a small section of the lot, leaving the rest in darkness.
A black world traveler van pulled into the parking lot adjacent from where I had entered. The windows were painted over with an orange paint as to keep any body on the outside from seeing in or anybody on the inside from seeing out. It pulled up beside me and rolled down the passenger side window. A man with a black mask loomed out the window. “Mr. Kuss, I’m pleased to see you received my note,” he said with a raspy voice.
He drew his head into the premises of the van. I could hear him rustling through the cargo area. When he reemerged he held something in his hand. He tossed out the bloody tip of a finger, hitting me in the face, the warm blood oozing down my face. “I told you nothing would happen to your daughter, I said nothing about your wife. I promise, she felt no pain, but should you hesitate to do anything that I ask I will chisel down her body until there is nothing left of it except her brittle little bones!”
“Wha… what do you want? I exclaimed. I’ve done nothing to you, my wife, my daughter, we’re all innocent.”
“Ah, but it’s not something you’ve done but something you haven’t. Yes Mr. Kuss you know what I’m talking about. Fifteen years ago you happened to find the so-called “Holy Grail”, the gospel of Jesus of Nazareth. For some odd reasons you decided not to release this book and to only keep it for your self. This book was originally founded by the Knights Templar in their silent period, but they where forced to hide it when the Vatican in accordance with the king of France began to hunt down and kill all of the Knights. In this book Jesus himself testifies that he was just like everyone else. A son of the “creator” and that he was only trying to spread the belief in this creator. I know you’ve done carbon dating on this document. By exposing it you can prove that Christianity, Judaism, Islam, all of them they’re all fake, misunderstood. Images bent and twisted by the Vatican to display an image of faith that most benefits them. If this document were to emerge it would devastate the religious community and inevitably cause the terrorists to withdraw from their movement and push the world into a time of peace! I want you to bring me the grail so I can be the one to set the world free from the terrible burden of religion. I’ve stated my demands, you have exactly thirty two hours from now to bring me the grail before I begin to “operate” on your family."