Cars go past on the streets, sub bass wobbles sitting in the still air, with your stomach you hear it, not your ears. Captain Fingers is a shape shifter. After a good feed he can go into the pub and be like these people. His mouth sticks up together as the feed wears off and he has to go out the toilet window. He dreams things and then months later he hears them on coach rides going out to the country. There is no peace. An Airline pilot in the pub knows Carl’s Father. Sometimes they fly together.The stories become fractured, the crumpled criminals hide there weapons and forget where they are. Carl is beginning to realise that he may have to give the keys to someone. It is time soon and the tablets he takes no longer work. He doesn’t even take them any more... “ this is the information centre” comes over the tannoy, this shakes the dust out, like a dirty dry drizzel.
Captain Fingers pisses a constaint stream of purple blood from each finger, this is at least what Carl thinks he sees, he’s never sure of anything really.
MIRROR CONTROL SYSTEM.
Once a week i visit the INFORMATION CENTER, it’s my job to record the toneless voices that deliver the information. Secret systems set in place by occult fiends screech the words like crawling plastic death rays. Like I said i’ve never met these people, they are not real. That fuck the Freddy the dealer tried to sell me some yellow pills, he’s no good... I run the games and he knows it.
An old man died, they knew his time was up but they weren’t ready for the sight that greeted them upon entering his house. Really his place was a disgrace and the neighbours are glad, not that they’d ever say. An eye sore and bringing the area down. Smells in the night, and a suggestion of noises that aren’t normal. Tiny letters under the handle on the door to the place said ‘fuck the rules’. Nobody remembered ever speaking to him be everyone knew what he looked like. Three men from the council had to brake the door in when they did for a second it seemed the sky went black. Streets away a lady fell down her stairs, she never recovered, nobody linked the two events, but the numbers of the church congregation went up after that....
The inside of the house was filthy and it seemed all stuck together. Vague. Nothing seems solid. Nothing after that that seemed solid.
The bar where they all drink closed down last week, already the windows are covered in poor quality chip board. The kids get in round the back but after going in once or twice dicide without talking about it not to go back. Ghouls move through the streets unhinded, the sun is getting brighter but nobody notices this. The wheels and cogs and plates of the system all seem a little more uncertain. More people turn up at the crisis centres because they can’t sleep and the late night TV shows seem to be all about there back rooms. A two mile wide bubble of gas is spotted above the jungles. For a day or two this is the headlines but the ratings drop off so it’s back to bombs in shopping bags and pop stars with cone noses. in the hour before dawn a man is seen levitating in the street. People play there music louder and cars with smashed up windows glide streets... summer lasts for ever and a serial killer leaves body parts round the bins by Tesco.
Carls Father quits his job. He doesn’t tell Carl, he leaves for work at the same time still, but now he goes and sits in the library, he offers to search the hard drives for evidence, they don’t trust him. Carl doesn’t notice, he met Freddy who sorted him out with some powder. He has heard about the killer and the levitating man, they are in his mind one and the same. He watches TV in the day time full of mothers blaming there children. He cleans his teeth to much, a tooth came out and green blood oozed from the gums for days. Closer to the Centre of the city traders push each other around in bars that are too expensive, they think there eating caviour but its ants in jelly. The
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