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|| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand || #24 by v<>r<EFBFBD>s || 10/25/94 ||
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The Tribe
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Trekking through the steamy, lush undergrowth was no easy task for her.
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She had been stranded for many days at a time, but never anything like this.
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She had been part of a jungle expedition, but the chopper had crashlanded
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and everyone but her and the pilot had been killed. The pilot needed some
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drastic help, for part of his arm had been torn from the socket. The blood
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had been flowing like a river, pooling by his side, his life seeping out of
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that one wound.
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She had been braving the shrubs with a machete, found in the backseat of
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the chopper. Hacking her way through, she busted in on a scene of destruct-
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ion. A gathering of huts encircled a large clearing, and in the center were
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many tiny little men, hunched over something. One of them stepped away, to
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reveal a family in the middle.
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Quietly slapping at the mosquito on her neck, she advanced forward, wary
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of what would happen if she were caught. Moving to get a better view of the
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ritual, she noticed the little child was cowering behind her mother, the
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mother was behind the father, and the father and teenage son were standing
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bravely side to side. She also noticed a large bloody patch by each of their
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throats. Their larynx's had been cut out.
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She angled herself yet agai and proceeded to watch in fascination. The man
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had been silently begging for their freedom, and his wife had been plucking
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nervously at her husbands sleeve.
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A whooping began from what seemed to be the village witch doctor, and he
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raised a large, serrated knife embalmed with symbols and precious stones.
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The balde was curved like a bow, and the entire deadly weapon was pointed
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at the small child clutching at her mother. The doctor picked up the child,
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mumbled what sounded like 'Hum dee hi ya oh!' and decapitated the child with
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one swift stroke. The surprised look on the kids face gave way to a rolling
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of the eyes, and then nothing.
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She turned back into the bushes, gagging with disgust. She had just wit-
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nessed a human life being taken. Sickening. She finished retching, her feeb-
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le noises unheard by the whooping crowd of pygmies.
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The fifteen-year-old was next. As the blade came flashing towards his mid-
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section, he grabbed it, unaware of the sharpness. The blade cut cleanly
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through his hand, severing it. He stared in shock, and then stared no more
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as his eyes were taken out, one at a time, impaled on the long dagger.
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She turned again, breathing deeply so she would not attract attention, for
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now the crowd had fallen silent for what the doctor would do next.
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The teenager silently screamed as he felt a little stab of pain in his
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stomach, and reached down to feel some slippery rope, or some slimy garden
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hose or... his own intestines, tumbling through his fingers. He gave way,
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and threw up all over the doctor, spraying bile everywhere. The doctor took
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no notice, and make three quick strokes with the blade. One took off his
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hand, the one holding his innards, the next took away his nose, whereupon
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he clutched his face, screaming sliently, and the last removed his head
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from his shoulders.
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She turned, face burning, eyes streaming, grappling with her stomach,
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desperatly trying not to vomit.
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The mother. She stepped forward bravely, after what had happned to her
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son and daughter, stood there, waiting for death. She closed her eyes and
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braced herself, not flinching.
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The pygmies stood there until she opened them, and then quickly sliced
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her two major arteries. The pulmonary, the femoral, and the jugular vein.
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Falling to the ground, blood spraying everywhere like some unnnatural gey-
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ser, she writhed, sliently cursing the men who had done this. Her eyes
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closed, and her own face was dripping with her body's life, dripping from
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her body, dripping to the ground. Dripping everywhere. Dripping off the
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tribesmen, who howled and pounded the ground in ecsatcy. The doctor made
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some kind of noise, and a large bowl was brought forth.
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She sat in the bushes, eyes glued to the scene. The three bodies already
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laying on the ground, and the one that was about to be. She saw the man
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bring a bowl forward. The father stood there, fists clenched, ready to beat
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the crap out of anyone who drew near.
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The doctor dropped his dagger of death. and took the bowl with both hands.
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The little thing was over two feet long, so he required both hands to keep
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from dropping it.
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He placed it on the ground, and the woman in the bush could see it was
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empty.
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Two men grabbed the father and stuck him with a branch sharpened to a
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needlepoint. The father collapsed immediatly. She surmised the little hypo-
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dermic branch must have had a tranquilizer on it.
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The men planted stakes in the ground and tied the father's wrists and
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ankle to them. The doctor stepped foward and gently slapped the man,
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demanding he wake up. The man stirred, and the bowl was again brought forth.
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The doctor laid the bowl above the man's head, and another blade was
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brought forth.
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It was wickedly sharp, as sharp as the teeth of the devil, and it was
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intricatly adorned with symbols and gems, as the last one, but in the hilt
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of the blade, there was a fat red ruby, surrounded by a thick wad of purple
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stones, unidentifiable to the woman in the bushes. The blade glimmered in
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the evening light, even when there was almost no light to see by, with all
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the trees up above filtering out a lot of the daylight. It was carried on a
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blanket of leaves and roots, and the woman feared to see what would be done
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with it.
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Just then the sky darkened even further, obscuring much of the ceremony,
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but she was still able to see. The doctor raised the blade high above his
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head, and began chanting an unprnounceable mantra. He lowered the blade, and
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inserted it into the man's clothes, stripping them away from him piece by
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piece, so that his bare body lay against the earth. The doctor began his
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operation, raising the blade above the man's...
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She turned away and heard a howl. The man had no voice, yet she heard the
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scream in her ears, in her mind, and in her soul.
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She turned back to see the dismembered part laying in the bowl. The man
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was panting in exertion, but he was still alive, and he struggled at his
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bonds. Blood had been spewing forth, but a small torch had cauterized the
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wound, leaving no chance of bleeding to death.
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The parts were his fingers, severed one by one, to be burned shut again.
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The father was soon without appendeges on his hands. Next, his hands them-
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selves. Placed in the bowl, it made for an interesting, yet disgusting
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display. One by one, the rest of his body parts were removed and placed in
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the bowl, and she stared, unbelieving the man hadn't passed out or died
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from shock.
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The doctor raised the bloody, dripping blade above the man's heart, chant-
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ing again. The man was tied now only by his stomach, since he had no other
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parts to be tied. The same two men that had earlier stuck him held him down,
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and she watched, holding her mouth shut as the man's pain became part of her
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body, His head jerked around and he stared her straight in the eyes. He
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screamed his silent scream, and the doctor held his heart up triumphantly,
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the lump of flesh still beating away, as the man's chest was cauterized
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also.
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The last part of him, while he was being burned, was his brain. The blade
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sliced relentlessly through his skull, and the man thrashed and pounded
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against the earth, his mind and sould were removed through the top of his
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head. He howled in unbearable agony, and as the woman turned around, a set
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of six little pygmies were behind her. They grinned their evil, black-
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toothed grins, and as her head bounced off her shoulders, she saw no more.
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(Adapted from a story i wrote in class)
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Well, i suppose that would have to be one of the better ones i have
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ever written. I guess i might have beenable to make it better, but i
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DID write this while in school. =] i also suppose i should have the
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dubious distinction of having one of the first T.Y.M.E. Texts to be
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over 10k.. =]
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I have a few more, and i guess i could write them all up into one,
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or i could release the seperatly, into individual texts, cause some
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of them are rather big, and some of them are a little dinky...
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But almost all of them deal with blood and stuff. So i guess you
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can also tell i have a very morbid mind. =] I was copying this text
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off a printed copy of the original, and i have the teacher yapping
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her yap in the background. so i suppose i shall close, and do me a
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favor and send me some email and tell me how you like this text. I
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want some opinions from everyone! (well, everyone except SNIPER.
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muhahahaha.... =] )
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Peace, Love, and Hi to all the other morbid minds... =]
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v<>r<EFBFBD>s
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|| Leave comments, death threats, ideas to vYrus/napavalley@nova.fred.org ||
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|| 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality' ||
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