Wondrous Realms

 

"You cancelled the audition...why?" Cascy spat pizza as he spoke. "I can't believe that guy, so far he's stolen all my best parts..." in disgust, Cascy was about to reach for another slice of pizza, when his eyes caught someone standing in the doorway. Cascy stopped in his tracks, it was an all too familiar face. The voice on the phone continued "Cascy? Cascy, you there?", though it was ignored.

"Tell your friend you are fine Cascy, tell her you must go...", said the woman in the doorway. Cascy quivered as he obeyed the woman's orders, he hesitantly talked into the phone "I...have to go...call me back..." The woman's eyes were emotionless, she held in her hand a knife.

"That won't be necessary..." She stood, posing confidently, she was wearing a white dress and had full, red lips.

Cascy stepped back, "W-what do you want from me?", the only reply he got from her was a soft twinkle in the dark pools of her eyes. Cascy's heart was racing, but he stopped backing away and confronted her, "What are you doin' with that knife, Claire?" Claire smirked, as she sided slowly nearer to Cascy, "I may be hurting a lot of people by what I am about to do." She raised her arm and thrust the blade into Cascy's side. The room froze for an instant and Cascy's shirt stained red in seconds. Cascy strained to remain upright as he clutched his side and his legs were beginning to weaken. Claire looked into Cascy's terrfied eyes and grinned, "There's no escape" She abandoned the redened knife on the floor, her eyes still transfixed on her victim, then she turned and strutted out of the door. Cascy continued to watch as she left the room. The door shut behind her. As he tried to take a step forward, he felt his body give in, and his legs could no longer support him and he fell to the floor, grimmicing in pain.

There was no movement in the appartment and everything was calm.

Mitch had a bad day at work. He took the usual root home by car and had made his way up the stairs to his apartment. Today at work they even forgot my name. Mitch thought to himself as he lit a cigarette. He was about to open the door to his apartment, when he remembered his wife's strict policy on smoking, so he turned acCarlson the hall to see Mitch. "Monica can wait."

Mitch hadn't seen Cascy since the day before and was looking forward to a glass of cold beer and maybe a slice of Cascy's pizza. Hrm well, if he's left any Mitch thought. Then he smirked at his own remark and opened the door. He called for his friend as he did so "Cascy?"

A swift breeze from the open window met Mitch's face as he entered the apartment, it put out his cigarette so he threw it away. He thought nothing of it. Looking around Mitch could not see his friend, so he called for him again. and again. Mitch's face was filled with confusion and he scratched his head as he stepped toward the pizza. "Only half eaten..." Something must be wrong. Then his eyes widened as he spotted Cascy's legs on the floor in a pool of blood. He threw his suitcase and jacket to the floor and he dashed over to his friend. "Cascy! Wha-- Nooo---!" He was lost for words, he clutched Casy's head in his hands, he was trying to say something to him. He saw the knife covered in blood next to him.

Cascy spoke "Mitch..." But Mitch wouldn't let him finish, "cascy!...don't worry, you're gonna be OK... just...I'm right here, just calling an ambulance..." Under his breath he cried "Oh god..." as he lunged for the phone, he dialed frantically and missed all the right numbers. Then he paused and dropped the phone, holding in his hand the telephone wire, which had been cut. "Phone lines are cut off" He rose to his feet, his mouth open and looking to Cascy, "I...Cascy, I won't be long, I'm going acCarlson the hall to..." before he could finish, Mitch heard a latching sound on the door, he caught the door knob and twisted it hard several times but they were locked in. Still Mitch jerked the door knob in frustration, his breathing becoming unbalanced. With his fists he slammed at the door, "Monica! Carlson, anybody, are you there? We need help...Help!" But there was no reply. "Every exit and escape route blocked..."

Mitch's face had reddened and his hands were shaking uncontrolably. Then he leaned against the door looking up, his breath was stuttered. He looked to Cascy and tried to harden up.

Mitch kneeled into the pool of blood beside Cascy. He was unconscious when Mitch took a look at his wound. Though he had to turn around and close his eyes, then he went into the storage cupboard and emerged with a first aid kit which he put on the floor next to Cascy. From it he took the biggest bandage he could see and clumsily started to empty the rest of the contents onto the floor, casting aside all the medicines which he didn't have use for. On rummaging in the boxes of drugs Mitch hesitated, and picked up a box of paracetamol. He quickly looked to Cascy, his eyes were closed. Mitch stood up and walked to the window behind Cascy, he studied the box carefully. Do not take more frequently than every 4 hours. Do not take more than 8 capsules in 24 hours. He then started to pick at the box hastily and then paused. Mitch held the box away from him and looked again at Cascy then back at the box. He scratched behind his ear and put the paracetamol back in the cupboard.

Then Mitch jarred as something crashed into the door, he immediately lunged to the floor at Cascy, to protect him. Then a voice, "Mitch you in there?" Mitch's eyes widened as he replied, "Carlson! You're here, Oh my god!"

"Mitch what's going on?, your door's locked, is Cascy with you?" Carlson' voice seemed tense.

"Yes he is, listen... Cascy is hurt... but he's OK..."

"Wha- What hapened?" There was a moment of silence. Then Carlson said, "I'm going to get an axe, stay away from the door..." Carlson' crashing footsteps faded into silence.

Mitch sat wide-eyed and determined next to his friend, who still was showing no signs of consciousness. Though Mitch talked to him anyway, "We're saved Cascy, we're saved, just hang on in there, buddy!"

Mitch was on the floor, they were both covered in blood. Mitch hated blood. He brought himself again to look at the wound, then he took the bandage from the first aid box, "Cascy, I'm going to bandage you up now, OK?" Cascy mumbled something under his breath, his eyes still closed.

"Cascy, please don't give up on me." Mitch applied some of the bandage to the wound, and Cascy winced. He then opened his eyes and said, "I'll have to get up." Mitch supported him as he tried to sit up.

"Just sit up, I'll bandage you like this." Mitch put the bandage around Cascy, it immediately turned red from the blood. Mitch wraped it loosely and his hands were still shaking. Cascy looked at the wound himself, "Oh man." He moaned, "This is how I'm gonna die."

Mitch looked him firmly in the be wrong. Then his eyes widened as he spotted Cascy's legs on the floor in a pool of blood. He threw his suitcase and jacket to the floor and he dashed over to his friend. "Cascy! Wha-- Nooo---!" He was lost for words, he clutched Casy's head in his hands, he was trying to say something to him. He saw the knife covered in blood next to him.

Cascy spoke "Mitch..." But Mitch wouldn't let him finish, "cascy!...don't worry, you're gonna be OK... just...I'm right here, just calling an ambulance..." Under his breath he cried "Oh god..." as he lunged for the phone, he dialed frantically and missed all the right numbers. Then he paused and dropped the phone, holding in his hand the telephone wire, which had been cut. "Phone lines are cut off" He rose to his feet, his mouth open and looking to Cascy, "I...Cascy, I won't be long, I'm going acCarlson the hall to..." before he could finish, Mitch heard a latching sound on the door, he caught the door knob and twisted it hard several times but they were locked in. Still Mitch jerked the door knob in frustration, his breathing becoming unbalanced. With his fists he slammed at the door, "Monica! Carlson, anybody, are you there? We need help...Help!" But there was no reply. "Every exit and escape route blocked..."

Mitch's face had reddened and his hands were shaking uncontrolably. Then he leaned against the door looking up, his breath was stuttered. He looked to Cascy and tried to harden up.

Mitch kneeled into the pool of blood beside Cascy. He was unconscious when Mitch took a look at his wound. Though he had to turn around and close his eyes, then he went into the storage cupboard and emerged with a first aid kit which he put on the floor next to Cascy. From it he took the biggest bandage he could see and clumsily started to empty the rest of the contents onto the floor, casting aside all the medicines which he didn't have use for. On rummaging in the boxes of drugs Mitch hesitated, and picked up a box of paracetamol. He quickly looked to Cascy, his eyes were closed. Mitch stood up and walked to the window behind Cascy, he studied the box carefully. Do not take more frequently than every 4 hours. Do not take more than 8 capsules in 24 hours. He then started to pick at the box hastily and then paused. Mitch held the box away from him and looked again at Cascy then back at the box. He scratched behind his ear and put the paracetamol back in the cupboard.

Then Mitch jarred as something crashed into the door, he immediately lunged to the floor at Cascy, to protect him. Then a voice, "Mitch you in there?" Mitch's eyes widened as he replied, "Carlson! You're here, Oh my god!"

"Mitch what's going on?, your door's locked, is Cascy with you?" Carlson' voice seemed tense.

"Yes he is, listen... Cascy is hurt... but he's OK..."

"Wha- What hapened?" There was a moment of silence. Then Carlson said, "I'm going to get an axe, stay away from the door..." Carlson' crashing footsteps faded into silence.

Mitch sat wide-eyed and determined next to his friend, who

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