Ke's Tales Short Story
See what happens when an egotistical professional says the wrong thing about the wrong guy at the wrong time.
(Due to the fact that I may not be able to get to a computer for a while, I'm imputing as much as the story I have so far. Next time I get to a computer and this story's finished, I'll imput the rest of it.)
“So, what now?” the redheaded Caucasian boy of the group asked.
“Whaddya mean ‘what now?’, Tate?” the Asian remarked.
“W-Well Johnny, we’re in the train yard like we told those guys we’d be, now what are we supposed to do?” Tate said.
“We need to do something to prove that we were actually here.” Johnny said.
“How about we take something?” the African-American boy of this trio suggested, “Y’know, something that could only come from here?”
“Good idea, Ben!” Tate complimented.
“Okay, lets go with that.” Johnny said. The three boys began to walk into the deeper reaches of the train yard. Ben spied a rusty loose train spike on the ground as they walked near the tracks.
“How about this thing?” Ben said as he picked up the spike and displayed it to their friends.
“It’s cool, but the other guys might think we got it somewhere else.” Tate said.
“But keep it just in case we don’t find anything else.” Johnny said.
“I was going to anyway.” Ben said, “It’s cool.”
“Maybe we can look in one of the cars.” Tate said.
“Wait, I’ve got it!” Johnny proclaimed, “Maybe we can go in there!” He pointed to a large, red brick building with faded letters saying “Main Building” written on a sign suspended over the doorway.
“Yeah!” Ben said, “Maybe the head guy’s desk still has something in it!”
“I dunno, guys.” Tate said with speculation in his voice, “What if the floors in there are loose? They could collapse under our weight.”
"We’ll be fine! C'mon!” Johnny assured. Ben and Johnny began to walk towards the building.
“This is a bad idea! I know it!” Tate cried to his friends, “Guys? Guys?!” Tate let out a groan as he rushed to the side of his friends. His friends noticed him and smiled.
“Alright, Tate’s on board!” Johnny cried.
“Yeah, well, I still say this is a bad idea.” Tate groaned.
These boys were currently training to be professionals at a local academy. AT this moment, however, they were taking part in a bet proposed by fellow cadets. Hesslin Tracks was considered a dangerous place by professionals, as well as people in similar lines of work. None of the cadets were informed why yet, but this served as a place of interest. Cadets would often exchange their versions of what lurked around Hesslin Tracks. One story goes that it was a meeting place for a cult, whose rites involved sacrifices and cannibalism. Another story goes that a serial killer buried the bodies of his victims at that place and that he still lives there, killing people who have the misfortune of straying into Hesslin Tracks. Yet others say that the violent ghosts of those that died working on that railroad wander around that God-forsaken place, attacking those who enter the grounds.
“That’s all a load of crud!” Johnny said as he walked alongside his friends, “My big brother works in the archives, and he found out the real story! The reason no one comes here is because of Byron Vante!”
“Byron who?” Ben asked.
“Byron Vante. I’ll tell you the real story!” Johnny proclaimed. He took a deep breath and began to tell his dark tale.
“Ol’ Byron was a con artist from the eighteen hundreds. He conned alotta people outta their life savings. His shining moment of greed was when he swindled a church outta their funds. However, his greed-ridden lifestyle was gonna catch up with him. Eventually, he was cursed by the Xantu curse of greed.”
“The what?” Ben asked.
“The Xantu curse of greed.” Johnny explained, “There are seven of ‘em, each based on one’ve the seven deadly sins. Y’know, lust, sloth, wrath, all that stuff. If you get cursed by one you become a demonoid and get a demonic second form. Anyway, Byron ended up pulling some strings so that the curse would make him immortal. It’s a fact that Byron set up shop here for his new business.”
“Which is?” Tate asked.
“You can make deals with him.” Johnny explained, “Y’know, kinda like that whole ‘making a deal with the devil’ bit. ‘Cept in this case, you don’t lose your soul if you don’t give Byron something valuable when ‘collection time’ comes. That’s how he got some criminal connections.”
“What if you can’t pay him off?” Tate asked. Johnny turned to him with wide eyes and a smug.
“There’ll be hell to pay.” He said before he let out a deep, creepy laugh.
“That’s a load of bull.” Ben said, “If this Byron Vante guy was real, why hasn’t anyone locked him up yet?”
“A bunch ‘a reasons.” Johnny answered, “But I know he’s real. My cousin even saw one of his patchwork men.”
“Patchwork men?” Ben asked.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he has henchmen.” Johnny said, “They’re made up of pieces of corpses sewn together. Y’know, like Frankenstein.”
“Oh yeah, you’re making this up.” Ben said.
“Am not! We’ve studied about things like that happening in Paranormal and Supernatural History class!” Johnny said. The boys finally reached the old wood doors of the Main Building. Using some force to open the doors, the boys entered the dark building, shining a bit of light onto the vast building’s insides. Many of the furniture used by this building’s old occupants had been left behind and had collected dust and cobwebs over the years. A dozen thins beams of morning line shot through available entries in the boards nailed against the windows. The stale and dust-ridden air of the place alone almost seemed to choke the boys. The boys, being prepared as they were, pulled out yellow flashlights and turned them on, casting beams of light. The boys began to carefully walk forward, the wooden floor groaning at every step they took. The light cast from their flashlights darted around the room, revealing overturned chairs and potted plants that had long since died. The teeth of Tate began to chatter a bit from fear as Ben’s shoulders rose slightly in caution and Johnny’s hands began to shake, causing the beam cast by his flashlight to shake too.
“I-I gotta really bad feeling about this!” Tate whispered.
“Me too.” Ben agreed, also whispering, “And why are we whispering?”
“I dunno. It’s just happening.” Tate said, “We should leave.”
“Why?” Johnny asked in a regular volume.
“’Cause this is dumb.” Tate said in a normal volume.
“’Cause we could get into trouble.” Ben said in a similar volume.
“’Cause you can get eaten.” the voice of a teenage girl said behind them. The trio’s faces widened in surprise and they cried out a bit. They quickly spun around to see Ke Blazer standing behind them with her arms crossed, clad in a short skirted purple dress and knee-high black boots.
“Johnny…is that Byron?” Tate meekly asked, causing Ke to sigh and smile a bit.
“I seriously doubt it is, Tate.” Johnny quickly responded.
“H-Hey, aren’t you Ke Blazer from SAVIOR?” Ben asked.
“Uh-huh.” Ke said, still keeping that smile, “And by the looks of the emblems on your backpacks, you’re professionals-in-trainin’.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ben said.
“Huh, so answer this.” Ke said with a puzzled face, “Why are three trainees walkin’ around here? Doesn’t seem like a hot spot to meet girls.”
“It’s a dare, ma’am.” Johnny explained.
“Ah. And what do you get from this dare?” Ke asked. The boys looked sheepishly at their feet.
“Everyone’s tater tots for a week.” Tate (ironically?) answered.
“I see.” Ke said, “Okay, is the facility you go to far from here?”
“N-No, ma’am. It’s the Newberry Facility.” Ben reported.
“Now let me ask you this. Can any of you fly?” Ke asked.
Ke flew carefully flew high through the air, Johnny riding on her back and Tate and Ben under both her arms. Johnny looked down at the ground thousands of feet bellow and began to shake.
“A-Are you sure I won’t fall ma’am?” he shakily asked.
“As long as you got some sorta grip on me, you’re as weightless in the air as I am.” Ke explained, “Didn’t you say you were indestructible, anyway?”
“Y-Yeah, but I’m not too keen on the idea of falling.” Johnny responded.
“So are you going to turn us in?” Tate asked.
“Thankfully for you, I don’t have the heart to do that.” Ke responded, “Honestly, couldn’t you boys have been doin’ something more safer, like T.P.-in’ the head guy’s office or somethin’?”
“Actually, there is something else we could do.” Johnny explained, “But it involves you.”
“What?” Ke asked.
“Well, we need a certain article of clothing from you and…Well, have you ever seen Sixteen Candles?”
Silence gripped Ke’s tongue and her eyes widened for a second.
“Congratulations.” she said, “You’ve given me a reason to pad lock my underwear drawer.”
(Due to the fact that I may not be able to get to a computer for a while, I'm imputing as much as the story I have so far. Next time I get to a computer and this story's finished, I'll imput the rest of it.)
Ke’s Tales:
The New Punk on the Block
“C’mon, guys!” a twelve-year-old Asian boy said as he hopped down the fence of Hesslin Tracks, an abandoned train yard in southwestern Michigan. His two other twelve-year-old cohorts descended down the sturdy wooden fence. They took a few moments to stare at the weed-ridden train tracks, the aged and/or overturned train cars, and the dark, abandoned buildings riddled with wooden boards that sealed its broken windows. The morning sun that hung overhead bathed the train yard in a light orange-red glow. Silence griped this place, save for the boys’ breathe and chains swaying in the wind.The New Punk on the Block
“So, what now?” the redheaded Caucasian boy of the group asked.
“Whaddya mean ‘what now?’, Tate?” the Asian remarked.
“W-Well Johnny, we’re in the train yard like we told those guys we’d be, now what are we supposed to do?” Tate said.
“We need to do something to prove that we were actually here.” Johnny said.
“How about we take something?” the African-American boy of this trio suggested, “Y’know, something that could only come from here?”
“Good idea, Ben!” Tate complimented.
“Okay, lets go with that.” Johnny said. The three boys began to walk into the deeper reaches of the train yard. Ben spied a rusty loose train spike on the ground as they walked near the tracks.
“How about this thing?” Ben said as he picked up the spike and displayed it to their friends.
“It’s cool, but the other guys might think we got it somewhere else.” Tate said.
“But keep it just in case we don’t find anything else.” Johnny said.
“I was going to anyway.” Ben said, “It’s cool.”
“Maybe we can look in one of the cars.” Tate said.
“Wait, I’ve got it!” Johnny proclaimed, “Maybe we can go in there!” He pointed to a large, red brick building with faded letters saying “Main Building” written on a sign suspended over the doorway.
“Yeah!” Ben said, “Maybe the head guy’s desk still has something in it!”
“I dunno, guys.” Tate said with speculation in his voice, “What if the floors in there are loose? They could collapse under our weight.”
"We’ll be fine! C'mon!” Johnny assured. Ben and Johnny began to walk towards the building.
“This is a bad idea! I know it!” Tate cried to his friends, “Guys? Guys?!” Tate let out a groan as he rushed to the side of his friends. His friends noticed him and smiled.
“Alright, Tate’s on board!” Johnny cried.
“Yeah, well, I still say this is a bad idea.” Tate groaned.
These boys were currently training to be professionals at a local academy. AT this moment, however, they were taking part in a bet proposed by fellow cadets. Hesslin Tracks was considered a dangerous place by professionals, as well as people in similar lines of work. None of the cadets were informed why yet, but this served as a place of interest. Cadets would often exchange their versions of what lurked around Hesslin Tracks. One story goes that it was a meeting place for a cult, whose rites involved sacrifices and cannibalism. Another story goes that a serial killer buried the bodies of his victims at that place and that he still lives there, killing people who have the misfortune of straying into Hesslin Tracks. Yet others say that the violent ghosts of those that died working on that railroad wander around that God-forsaken place, attacking those who enter the grounds.
“That’s all a load of crud!” Johnny said as he walked alongside his friends, “My big brother works in the archives, and he found out the real story! The reason no one comes here is because of Byron Vante!”
“Byron who?” Ben asked.
“Byron Vante. I’ll tell you the real story!” Johnny proclaimed. He took a deep breath and began to tell his dark tale.
“Ol’ Byron was a con artist from the eighteen hundreds. He conned alotta people outta their life savings. His shining moment of greed was when he swindled a church outta their funds. However, his greed-ridden lifestyle was gonna catch up with him. Eventually, he was cursed by the Xantu curse of greed.”
“The what?” Ben asked.
“The Xantu curse of greed.” Johnny explained, “There are seven of ‘em, each based on one’ve the seven deadly sins. Y’know, lust, sloth, wrath, all that stuff. If you get cursed by one you become a demonoid and get a demonic second form. Anyway, Byron ended up pulling some strings so that the curse would make him immortal. It’s a fact that Byron set up shop here for his new business.”
“Which is?” Tate asked.
“You can make deals with him.” Johnny explained, “Y’know, kinda like that whole ‘making a deal with the devil’ bit. ‘Cept in this case, you don’t lose your soul if you don’t give Byron something valuable when ‘collection time’ comes. That’s how he got some criminal connections.”
“What if you can’t pay him off?” Tate asked. Johnny turned to him with wide eyes and a smug.
“There’ll be hell to pay.” He said before he let out a deep, creepy laugh.
“That’s a load of bull.” Ben said, “If this Byron Vante guy was real, why hasn’t anyone locked him up yet?”
“A bunch ‘a reasons.” Johnny answered, “But I know he’s real. My cousin even saw one of his patchwork men.”
“Patchwork men?” Ben asked.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he has henchmen.” Johnny said, “They’re made up of pieces of corpses sewn together. Y’know, like Frankenstein.”
“Oh yeah, you’re making this up.” Ben said.
“Am not! We’ve studied about things like that happening in Paranormal and Supernatural History class!” Johnny said. The boys finally reached the old wood doors of the Main Building. Using some force to open the doors, the boys entered the dark building, shining a bit of light onto the vast building’s insides. Many of the furniture used by this building’s old occupants had been left behind and had collected dust and cobwebs over the years. A dozen thins beams of morning line shot through available entries in the boards nailed against the windows. The stale and dust-ridden air of the place alone almost seemed to choke the boys. The boys, being prepared as they were, pulled out yellow flashlights and turned them on, casting beams of light. The boys began to carefully walk forward, the wooden floor groaning at every step they took. The light cast from their flashlights darted around the room, revealing overturned chairs and potted plants that had long since died. The teeth of Tate began to chatter a bit from fear as Ben’s shoulders rose slightly in caution and Johnny’s hands began to shake, causing the beam cast by his flashlight to shake too.
“I-I gotta really bad feeling about this!” Tate whispered.
“Me too.” Ben agreed, also whispering, “And why are we whispering?”
“I dunno. It’s just happening.” Tate said, “We should leave.”
“Why?” Johnny asked in a regular volume.
“’Cause this is dumb.” Tate said in a normal volume.
“’Cause we could get into trouble.” Ben said in a similar volume.
“’Cause you can get eaten.” the voice of a teenage girl said behind them. The trio’s faces widened in surprise and they cried out a bit. They quickly spun around to see Ke Blazer standing behind them with her arms crossed, clad in a short skirted purple dress and knee-high black boots.
“Johnny…is that Byron?” Tate meekly asked, causing Ke to sigh and smile a bit.
“I seriously doubt it is, Tate.” Johnny quickly responded.
“H-Hey, aren’t you Ke Blazer from SAVIOR?” Ben asked.
“Uh-huh.” Ke said, still keeping that smile, “And by the looks of the emblems on your backpacks, you’re professionals-in-trainin’.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ben said.
“Huh, so answer this.” Ke said with a puzzled face, “Why are three trainees walkin’ around here? Doesn’t seem like a hot spot to meet girls.”
“It’s a dare, ma’am.” Johnny explained.
“Ah. And what do you get from this dare?” Ke asked. The boys looked sheepishly at their feet.
“Everyone’s tater tots for a week.” Tate (ironically?) answered.
“I see.” Ke said, “Okay, is the facility you go to far from here?”
“N-No, ma’am. It’s the Newberry Facility.” Ben reported.
“Now let me ask you this. Can any of you fly?” Ke asked.
******
Ke flew carefully flew high through the air, Johnny riding on her back and Tate and Ben under both her arms. Johnny looked down at the ground thousands of feet bellow and began to shake.
“A-Are you sure I won’t fall ma’am?” he shakily asked.
“As long as you got some sorta grip on me, you’re as weightless in the air as I am.” Ke explained, “Didn’t you say you were indestructible, anyway?”
“Y-Yeah, but I’m not too keen on the idea of falling.” Johnny responded.
“So are you going to turn us in?” Tate asked.
“Thankfully for you, I don’t have the heart to do that.” Ke responded, “Honestly, couldn’t you boys have been doin’ something more safer, like T.P.-in’ the head guy’s office or somethin’?”
“Actually, there is something else we could do.” Johnny explained, “But it involves you.”
“What?” Ke asked.
“Well, we need a certain article of clothing from you and…Well, have you ever seen Sixteen Candles?”
Silence gripped Ke’s tongue and her eyes widened for a second.
“Congratulations.” she said, “You’ve given me a reason to pad lock my underwear drawer.”
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