Written By Navoneel Sen (Grade 10)


People thought they lived in a safe place. It all seemed perfect, at least this town seemed perfect. No mistakes, no disfigured buildings, no dismantled roads, no rambunctious and clamorous vagabonds moving about this street, no serial killers and drug lords, and no hold uppers. What is all the fuss about? It’s a safe place, of course, it’s a safe place when you have none of these factors that make a residence unsafe. Well, there was nothing to worry about, until he came to power, until his kingdom started to loom until he created an army of his own. No mistakes, no murderers, no burglars, only…ashes.

“Hey Richardson, c’ mere! Do the jiggle dance! Haha!” A large crowd had circled the playground of East King High School, Seattle. The main attraction was the new boy Keith Richardson, who was now surrounded by two rambunctious bullies, Troy and Powell. The audience felt the ambience of a savage incident of two huge gorillas towering over a deer. Troy leered over Keith, and now with a mocking smile, said, “Now if you don’t do the jiggle dance for us, you are dead Richardson. Get it, Richardson, you are dead, DEAD!!”. Keith said with determination, “NO, I WON’T! WHY IS IT YOU ALWAYS PICK ON ME!”. That was it. He had overstepped the line. Troy kicked at his groin and Powell punched him badly on the nose and the chest. Keith cried and bled. The audience booed and laughed. This was the audience. As long as it does not involve them, they will watch the fun and feel no remorse for the victim. After hitting him a good deal, Troy said, “Now Richardson, I repeat will you do the jiggle dance? Say yes or you die! SAY IT, PUSBAG! ELSE YOU LOSE ALL YOUR TEETH! AT THE SAME TIME ALL YOUR BONES, AND THEN YOU WILL BE A LUMP OF FLESH!”. Keith, however, stood his ground. He had enough of Troy and Powell. He cried, with his vocal cords tearing, “NO! NEVER! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!”. Saying so, he went to Troy and kicked him a hard shot at the hip and fled. Troy scowled and swore badly. “Come back, Richardson! COME BACK, YOU WIMP!”. Powell ran after Keith. Powell was the athlete of the year and so with superb confidence, he ran after Keith. Keith ran out of the school, with the faint sound of the audience roaring and Troy swearing badly. The nearing boot sounds of Powell rang in his ears. Keith ran as fast as he could. For the first time, he felt that he was Jesse Owens, running and scrambling up and down with Powell running behind him. Keith saw a wall, with the sign “NO ENTRY FOR OUTSIDERS”. Desperate for saving his life, he climbed over the wall. Powell reached there in no time, but on seeing the wall, he fled. Keith heaved a sigh of relief. He started walking towards the wall, and finally climbed over the wall and came out of that spot, and then turned to the left to go through the shortcut. He was feeling awkward and uneasy on climbing that place. Something was wrong!

“Mum, I’ve had enough! They are doing it all the time!”. Keith sobbed as he reached home, and saw his mother laying the table. Mrs. Richardson wasn’t really surprised, but very annoyed, and stern. “Keith, what did they do now?”. “MUM, they tried to force the jiggle dance out of me. You know, pop my arms. I just did it once, by mistake, in Mr. Greene’s class, and the whole class laughed. So, they want to be entertained. Oh, Jesus, Mum what will I do? I’ve escaped today! Kicked Troy’s groin, and escaped. What’ll happen in school, tomorrow?”. Keith started sobbing even louder. Mrs. Richardson produced a glass of warm milk before him and said in a reproachful tone, “Now, now, Keith, there’s no need to cry. You’ve done your bit! Show them the monster inside you. Maybe then they will stop”. “Mum, will you take some measures against them. There is no use showing them my monster. My monster is easily curbed by them because they are gorilla sized- mages. Earlier their target was Victor, and now it’s me. Mum please–“.”Alright, honey, drink your milk and after five minutes go off to play with your friends. They are waiting at the Head hunterz. Quick sip it. I’ll talk to the principal, tomorrow. Don’t worry, now”. Suddenly a bark came from the living room. “Winona, look at this trash, please! The garbage man is here,” Mrs. Richardson shouted after her husband, “Coming, Caleb.”. Then with a final nod to Keith she said, “Finish the milk, and go off, dear, you’ll feel better.”. Then she stormed into the living room. Keith slowly sipped the milk, not thinking of the aftermath of his consequences…

“Hey Keith, you’re late!” cried Samantha. Keith yelled, “Yea, I know”. Dustin now whined, “What do you mean, you know? It’s five minutes late. How much have you brought?”. Keith looked surprised for the first time in the day.” What do you mean, Dustin?”. Now Benjamin cried out, “We were supposed to go to Buckley’s, remember?”. Keith exclaimed, “Oh no! Sorry, I forgot, very sorry.” What do you mean you were sorry? Blimey, you said you will bring the highest”, cried Dustin.” Well, you know…”, said Keith.” What do we know? Okay, I get it, Troy and Powell slimed, you up, and I get it you are depressed, but aren’t you supposed to do something to overcome your depression?”, cried Dustin again. “Sorry, Keith, you stay here alone. Just because you didn’t bring, that doesn’t mean this whole thing will be spoiled!”, said Benjamin. Samantha said, “Yeah, exactly!”. Keith slowly said, “You people are ungrateful and not true friends. You did not even stand beside me when I was bullied by Troy and Powell, let alone invite me to Groundley’s”. Samantha now cried in a high-pitched voice, “You want us to get crushed?”. “To find powdered collar bones in my neck and grinded ribcage?”, whined Dustin. “Dude, stop this nonsense.”, said Benjamin in a drawling tone.” I have not brought 12 and a quarter to be wasted. Keith, if you have money, then come, or else sit on that swing until we come back. We ain’t bringing anything for you though’. After we come back, you better go home, because we will occupy the playground. A punishment get it?”. Keith felt his monster passing but he calmed down to say, “Okay”. Dustin suddenly cried, “Hey, I think there are some nickels in the backyard of that ‘No trespassing’ zone, you know? I thought I’ve seen it through the net”. Keith suddenly remembered the “NO ENTRY FOR OUTSIDERS” sign. He remembered Powell’s face it was like someone squeezed his intestines into a jelly. He had run away from it because he had felt something uneasy about it. Keith suddenly said, “No, Dustin, no! That place is bad! I sense something ghastly”. The three of them laughed. “Hey, you know what, Keith?”, said Benjamin, mockingly,” Sorry to break your heart, but there is no Tooth Fairy, you knew that? So, don’t preserve ’em in your beds. Ha-ha!”. The trio laughed again. Dustin laughed, “Keith, you believe in ghosts?”. Samantha mockingly said, “Dustin, I think he also believes that animals talk.”. Dustin now laughed again and said, “Now, now! We must ignore babies, won’t we? I think I saw some silver there. C’mon! We’ll get some more Slurpees if we buckle up that the silver. Buckley’s are saving up the cherry. C’mon. Keith, we’ll buy you Brothers Grimm, don’t worry.”. Laughing and howling, they ran towards the “NO ENTRY FOR OUTSIDERS” building. Keith knew very well that no matter how much they mock him, they’ll finally have to buy Brothers Grimm for themselves, provided they survive.

After five minutes swinging on that red-painted swing, Keith got up. He felt bored. Worse than that, he felt something stinging. Something stinging. It was his solar plexus. It was stinging a lot. Why only that area? Keith started walking. Slowly, he left the playground, which will be shortly vacated by Dustin, Samantha and Benjamin. Keith started walking towards the corner. He felt the shortcut growing longer and longer. Why? What happened? He again felt his solar plexus sting. It was like 20,000 bullet ants biting in his solar plexus. “Hell”, he thought. Then the roads started getting darker. A wind started howling. The oak leaves started moving in a vortex and then blew in a zigzag way. He felt himself going out of control. The pain started spreading over his body. He felt himself walking in a familiar direction, a familiar path. It felt like a Deja vu. Then he noticed the wall, the netted area beside it, the “NO ENTRY FOR OUTSIDERS” sign and this time he noticed another sign named “Doofenschmirtz Decree Science works”. He felt scared. Somehow, he had reached the place, somehow, against his own will. He saw a gate linked to the netted area. He opened it with a trembling hand. He entered. It was dark, eerie and parlous. He felt soft mud sinking and some paper grass drying. He started walking slowly. He was walking…walking… walking…suddenly he overstepped. “Whoa!”, he cried out and was nonplussed and flabbergasted to see three bodies, open-mouthed. Samantha, Dustin and Benjamin. A tear fell from his eye, as he was only able to mouth the word, “No”. Around Dustin’s corpse there were some coins and Samantha had a Blue Raspberry Slurpee in her hand out of which the drink was oozing out along with a thick gooey paste mixed with it. Benjamin’s body had no such treasures. It was blank. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and red clouds started flashing along. Keith looked up and saw a house. It was more like a castle. A dungeon. Or maybe a factory and then a large shadowy figure started rising. Keith recognized the figure. “The Loomer” it was called. A callous and patriotic monster, a particular specie. He has seen that picture. He had read the book Real Monsters by Robert L. Walters. He has seen it and now, he is a victim.” So, it was a trap. The Slurpee and the coins were a trap!”, he murmured. Suddenly a cold air swirled around him, and then he saw “The Loomer” moving towards him. He shouted, “Get away from me, monster! GET AWAY! “But the monster was not listening. Keith started screaming. “The Loomer” had started to engulf him. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, he screamed. “The Loomer’ made him apparat. He felt like he was sucked into a tight rubber tube with a thin radius, he was choking, he felt his lungs on ice, his ears starting ringing, his eyes started watering, he was gasping for air, but there were none, it was as if he was in a sensory deprivation tank and then…all of a sudden…his breathing eased, his eyes stopped watering, his lungs seemed to warm up with and his ears stopped buzzing and ringing and suddenly he found himself in a dark, ominous and a misty room. He was observing everything. Every…thing. Suddenly a silent, bold, whispery and deep voice cried from behind his shoulders, “Keith”. Keith was startled. It was like someone was breathing ice. He turned back to see the then-arrogant-now-calm “The Loomer” It said again (in a whispery yet deep voice),”Keith?”. Keith nervously replied. “Y-Yes?”. “Keith, you have been through tough times, haven’t you?”. Keith did not know what to say. He was talking to the infamous “The Loomer”, who had spent half its life, flaying corpses. “I understand, Keith, oh yes, I understand!“. Keith started to grow afraid. He was sensing something really wrong, something culpable, something… nefarious. “Keith” said “The Loomer”. Keith screamed, this time,” GO AWAY!I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!YOU SPENT YOUR WHOLE LIFE,KILLING AND FLAYING PEOPLE!I KNOW IT!I KNOW–“.” Calm down, Keith! Calm down! What you don’t know is, I feel pity for the bullied. I help the victim rise to power. Oh heavens, yes, I do!”. “NO, YOU DON’T!”, Keith cried in utmost repulsion and rage, his face streamed with tears. “Ah!”, said “The Loomer “,”I had been helping you all the time, haven’t I? Have you seen the 7-Eleven Blue Raspberry Slurpee on dear Samantha Henderson’s hand, still clutched? Have you seen the coins scattered around Dustin Ferguson’s body? Have you smelt the rotten poison all around Benjamin N’Kante’s corpse? See? Don’t you see? Doofenschmirtz had created me. Dear Robert created me and had nursed me in this place. Oh yes, I do regret for killing Robert, but I had no other choice. When I realized I was being bullied into being the subject of the experiments with monsters, I killed the whole staff, although not before Robert wrote the book. This is how I take revenge on bullies. People who bully me are always left to their fate, which is automatically transferred to my hands. When you first stepped into this place, in order to save yourself from Powell Vaughan, I had noticed you. I had seen through you. I felt pity for your pains. I also help victims rise to power and turn the tables against the bully. Look outside and you will see the rotten corpses of Powell Vaughan and Troy Harrington. Look!”. Keith nervously looked to the side. Sure enough, Powell and Troy had been converted from two big hulks to a mushy punching bag. “Keith, I need you to trust me. For the same reason, I had set the trap for Dustin Ferguson, Benjamin N’Kante and Samantha Henderson. As soon as they touched it, they died. A grievous death, if you ask me.”. Keith now slowly, yet angrily and frightened, murmured, “So I was right! It was a trap. You shouldn’t have killed them. You shouldn’t HAVE!”. “Now, now”, said “The Loomer”, “You have been bullied by not only these boys, but also the teachers, adults, your…dad!“. Keith then remembered the physical abuse he had been subjected to by his dad Caleb Richardson, how he had been pressurized into a tub full of salt water for five minutes, how he had been whacked around in the shins, abdomen, groin, by his dad. The reason being you are trained to become a man. “The Loomer” whispered again, “I haven’t killed them. I leave it to you, Keith. It is your responsibility now, to punish them in your way. But you need transformation. Oh yes! And the way to transform is…death!” “NOOOOOO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! I WOULD RATHER BE SUBJECTED TO TORTURE THAN TO DIE! GET AWAY FROM ME, LOOMER,GET AWAY!!””No, I shan’t! You must listen. I will help you to loom, to create your own kingdom, consisting of your faithful army. Killing will become a practice. You can turn the city to ashes, yes you can! And only if you are one of the eternal bodachs that I have been craving to create. I need an assistant, who will finally become the monarch! I need you to trust me, Keith! Trust me! “Keith shouted, “NO! I WANT TO GO BACK HOME! “He was crying, but “The Loomer” was paying no heed. An icy wind circled around him and “The Loomer” started engulfing him again. An ominous and eerie feeling started to creep over Keith. He was being sucked into a thin rubber tube, his lungs on ice, his ears started ringing again and he started choking, his eyes started watering and he let out a blood curling, high-pitched shriek. Then…everything went dark.

“Bleurgh!”. Keith woke up and coughed. Something came out of his mouth and he noticed it was a slug. “Gross”, he murmured. He suddenly realized he was pinned. Pinned by spider webs and sluggish masses. He screamed and gasped, “Help!”. Suddenly the webs gave way and the masses squirmed around his body. Keith stood up and thought of running, but at the exact moment, he saw “The Loomer” at the far distance, smiling at him and saying, “Well done, Keith. You have achieved what you wanted. Now, you are wearing the crown, you are the king! “With that he circled and formed a vortex and from that vortex came out millions of bodachs, bodachs who used to be humans. Powell was in the lead and he said, “Master! I bow to thee”. Troy came beside him and said, “My lord and my owner, I bow to thee!” There was Samantha, Benjamin and Dustin. They were coming towards him,” Master, conqueror, giver, I bow to thee!” and so did millions of people. They were all coming towards a shocked Keith, but the shock gave way, and Keith felt his lips spread and a smile quickly spread in his face. He suddenly shouted out, “Friends, Americans and countrymen, I am your new king. I have an ambition to fulfil a dream to conquer. Let us together fulfill that dream, that passion, that vocation. I know that when there is a will, there is a way. Let us join arms, brethren, and turn the city to…ashes!”. There was a hullaballoo and a shout of sheer joy from the ghastly audience. “The Loomer” from behind was smiling proudly and was giving him a well-done-my-boy look. Keith returned the smile and it was a genuine, devilish and determined one. Slowly, slowly, and gradually, the town of Dunkirk evaporated. The only thing you get in Dunkirk, Seattle is…ashes.


Featured Image Courtesy – Gardening Know-how

Navoneel Sen
Hi, this is Navoneel. I am an avid reader of novels and poetry, and I am also an amateur writer of short stories and poetry. My life is surrounded by books, and according to me, my books and my pens are my only friends and therefore I spent most of my time either reading books or writing poems and stories.

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