MORBIDGAMES

Much like before, this is unedited first draft material I wrote while at the bar on my blackberry and haven’t had a chance to expand on yet.

Alice woke up to a ray of light hitting her face. The dark cover over the small window in the corner of the room had torn. She was alone, the ladies from the night before were gone and a pillow and blanket had been given to her. She sat up slowly, a little dizzy from the night before.

The door opened and in walked a lanky man in tight jeans holding a tray with a toast and coffee.

“Here you go Alice,” the man said placing the tray on the desk, “Jason asked me to check up on you. We don’t have much here, but the girls and I managed to get some coffee for you.”

“Thanks,” Alice said, slowly standing, the man stared at her with a concerned look on his face. His face, thought Alice, with his porn-style moustache, four days of facial growth and long nose made him appears almost rat like. 

“Would you like anything else? Jason should be in shortly.”

“No thank you. I…I should be going. Tell Jason I said thanks and that I’ll stop by later.”

The man nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Alice moved to Jason’s desk and sat down on the large leather chair, her head was beginning to hurt and she reached for the coffee in front of her. It was warm and soothing at first, but too dark for her liking and her stomach slowly began to turn and she clenched at her waste, shrinking over. She grabbed at the toast and ate it down quickly; she hadn’t realized how hungry she had been. Leaning back in the chair her headache began to subside. Her hands fumbled around her neck and grabbed one of the chains that produced an intricately designed heart casing. She opened the heart shaped compartment and poured the contents on the desk. A modicum of snuff twice and she was up and moving towards the back door.

The light from outside was blinding as Alice opened the door, it closed with a thud behind her, locking. People were rushing past her; too many people and she began to wish she had gone out the front door. So many people she though, all rushing in the street, “Bitch!” a woman brushed against her turning back to give her the finger. 

Alice stepped back against the wall, a giant peacock shaped float was coming down the adjacent street, followed by what looked like more animal shapes heading her way – the cities carnival parade.