the anuspower "and then.." thread

[Andrew]

So the idea is we finish off the stories of each others. One person starts the story then everyone eles keeps it goin. Just incase there is 2 ppl writing for the same part. The person needs to write dibs on a post first and then post a part.

Right now I need to think of something..

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He was born like everyone else, grew up in a borough in west London, barely graduated from sixth form and spends his early twenties working and taking care of his mother. Their father passed away after being dignotised with stomach cancer so many years ago.
He saw his life in most ways ‘unremarkable’ at best..

[Gray Gray]

He saw his life in most ways ‘unremarkable’ at best and worse there seemed to be no way out of the monotonous cycle that enveloped his life. Get up, clean out his mothers bedpan, prepare her daily regiment of pills and shots, tidy up, wait for his mothers lazy ass "care giver", then head to work where he spent the rest of the day cleaning Graffiti off council property, then come home make dinner and pass out on the sofa watching re runs. This repeated day in day out, on the day he had off

[Andrew]

This repeated day in day out, on the day he had off, he decided to end it all..
There was no particular reason to spark actual feat of killing himself. But, if anything he was tired of being alone. He didn’t mind the hard work and the crap card fate handed him, only if he could feel just one time what it was like to be needed by something other than his mother. He though about this regularly on the train to work, and thought about it now as he was waiting on the tube platform. Just then, a man walks in front of him, covered in blood..

[Joe]

Just then, a man walks in front of him, covered in blood...
''Boy, don't go in that thar door.''
''What?''
''I said, don't go in that tha- hyughaHAHGHAKGLf'' and with that the old man fell.
So the depressing, mother-with-cancer, suicidal boy decided that since he was all those things, he might as well take a chance. Unknowingly to the boy, the elderly man's body twitched as he turned the door handle slowly...

[Gray Gray]

What he found behind the door seemed to be like any other under ground passsage he encounted during his work, but something felt differnt, like some one was watching him, this bothered him little though as he was still contempelaing throwing him self on the tracks he had just left behind

[Andrew]

He felt abit like Alice, going down the rabbit hole, as if everything real like his job and his life has vanished, and everything he is experiencing now is a new reality. The smell of the passage was old and moist, with the hint of something extremely familiar but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Slowly, as he continued onwards, the paved concrete floor had turn into dirt, and he knew he had gone too far. Still, the allure of the familiar scent drew him onwards, into the darkness.
Eventually, he came to a dimly lit opening to a hall with tall ceilings, separated by a stream. He thought to himself, this must be the sewage system. As he was looking around, he spots a silhouette on the opposite side of the bank.

“hey!”

no answer.

“Fuck me, what the hell is this place?”

The silhouette steps out if the shadows. He couldn’t believe his eyes, and the ground gave, way sending him into the murky waters.

[Jon]

He tossed and turned in the water, which was freezing even though the air above had been hot and humid; the cold had shocked him so much that he couldn't help but swallow some of the filthy water. Once he'd managed to regain some self control, he rose to the surface, only to find that it was completely dark around him and no semblence of sewer he had been in previously remained.

"HELLO!? Is there anyone around? Where the fuck am I!?"

He swallowed hard, trying to contain his fear, and rationally tried to conclude that it had to be a nightmare and pinched himself to see if the age old trick would hopefully do something. He felt the familiar sting as he twisted his flesh around his thigh, but then he felt something else brush the same leg lower down.

"Oh my god...."

And with those words he was pulled back under by something, something cold and unrelenting; He kicked and thrashed with all his might but the grip wouldn't break. Slowly, he felt his lungs give way and the cold murky liquied fill his lungs, he was going to die and he knew it.

He woke up with a start in his bed

"IT WAS A DREAM, YES"

He was so relieved at this realisation he jumped out of bed and ran to his mirror to check that he was still himself, only to realise that he was soaking wet...

[Andrew]

He had pissed himself.
‘What the fuck’ he thought to himself. This is surely no accident.
The TV was on..
“…reports of the mutant swine flu has risen to terrifying numbers over the past weeks… Governments of the EU are requesting a quarantine of the greater London area…”
“Oh God?! How long was I out?”
Mother..

He runs into the living room. Trash everywhere, the windows were broken and shards of glass were everywhere, but his mother is nowhere to be seen. He walks around the tiny apartment, lost in overwhelming confusion and shame. Suddenly, he spots a body lying in the shower.

[Joe]

He itched his right forearm as he walked into the bathroom. He sighed gently. He had forgotten to put away his sex doll which he had left there the previous night.

But this was no accident. He always remembered to put it away incase mother saw. Something was up, something...terrrrrriiiibbbblleeee.

He ran into his mother's bedroom, she was still asleep. He noticed her alarm clock, flickering 12;00. There had been a power cut. His arm was burning and he continued to rub it through his sweater. His mother groaned and rolled over, 'Aw, poor baby Andy wet his bed?'

'Moooooom.'

He walked back into the hall towards the living room window; it was still dark. The streets were empty, apart from an elderly couple shuffling along further down the block, moaning loudly to another. The streetlights flickered then turned off. His television did the same.

Another power cut.


He rubbed his arm again and hissed as he felt a violent shock run along into his shoulder.

What the fuck?

He pulled his sleeve up to notice...

[Jon]

that his forearm was enflamed and swollen, which had clearly only been made worse by the fabric of his sweater.

"Gahh fucking bug bite, need to get mom to call an exterminator"

With a heavy sigh, Andy walked back towards his bathroom to store his inflatable companion lest his mother rise and accidentally stumble upon her. He stored her under the bed behind a few old boxes and cases and then returned to the bathroom to relieve himself before attempting to catch a few more hours of sleep before he had to migrate to his crappy job, and resume his crappy life in the crappy city that seemed to be slowly eating itself alive... and the worst part? It was taking him and every other poor schlub with their own crappy lives with it.

After flushing the toilet, which hadn't seen a good cleaning in too long a time, he moved towards his sink, the cold water from the tap made him shudder as he remembered the nightmare he just had. Swapping over to the hot tap to help put himself at ease, he splashed the warm water over his face and then tried to look at himself in the mirror only to realise that it was too dark, he tried switching the light on, only to be disappointed:

*Oh for fuck's sake, forgot about the power...*

He moved back to his bed, lay down, and pulled the covers tight around him.

*What the fuck happened? I could have gone to university, gotten a real fucking job, but instead dad had to die and I had to take care of my god damn demented mother*

He slowly drifted back to sleep, still uneasy about all the strange events that had been happening to him over the last 24 hours.

*Am I finally losing my mind just like my mother?*

And with that thought, he drifted into a restless sleep...

[Joe]

Sharp, vivid colours intruded his vision. Reds and oranges entwined one another in the foreground - duller greys and and indigos would hold back far away. A dreamscape was unfolding around him as his body was cast into the vortex. He felt hungry. Starving. But this would not deter him from his sleep.

The colours would slowly fade into another, manifesting themselves into a shade he had never seen before. It confused him and angered him at the same time. This was the only colour he would see when he awoke. And he did.

Andy stumbled out of bed, pushing his arm in front of him to catch himself on the wall. He tried to speak but he couldn't. He called for his mother but all that came out was gibberish.

His mind tried to communicate with his body but couldn't. He felt as if he was calling up from a bottomless well. The world above, slowly fading into a pinpoint prick of light. Andy was gone.

'Andy, are you okay, my baby?'

The empty husk lurched towards it's mother.

'Andy...'

A voice called from the front door.