Gabriel's final fanfiction

He awoke suddenly, drenched in a cold sweat and with his heart pumping at what felt like 300 beats per minute. Unsure of what had awoken him, the uneasy feeling of being watched was overpowering and intensifying. Throwing off the covers he makes a quick dash for the light switch across the room, praying to himself that this paranoia was only a bi-product of the skunk from last night. He looks around for any evidence of somebody being in the room and notices a picture. Normally a picture in somebodies bedroom wouldn't have been such a shock but he was not the sentimental type and keeping pictures was not something he did, he had always had a nasty nonchalance toward life. This attitude had landed him in trouble throughout school and even got him fired from numerous positions, but he didn't care; in fact there wasn't much he cared about these days. It had even driven the people who are genetically designed to care for him, his family away from him. He turned the picture over and suddenly a deep chill came over him. The people in the picture, they were his family but something was very disturbing about this picture. Each person in the family had had their heads replaced with that of a pig. He began to feel sick. Was this a joke? He realized too late that it wasn't, for as he set the picture down he noticed a reflection in the glass. The reflection of the same pig's head that was in the photos. He turned around and attempted to let out a scream but the sound barely passed his lips as a blow to the side of the head rendered him unconscious.


The noise of a turned on television is one of those noises that even though it's nearly silent has the ability to awake people, and that was exactly what happened . Now fully awake he turned his attention to the surroundings , lit only by the dim light of the T.V the room was a ghastly sight, made from granite, it could have been straight from the the Middle Ages. The moss that must have been growing for many years was very wet and the room stunk of ancient mould. His head ached something vicious and now attempting to sit up he noticed something else very wrong. His legs we trapped, obviously numbed from lack of blood flow his now immobile legs where trapped into a clamp like device with short spikes already piercing his skin. Panicking he attempts to struggle but the pain is so immense he begins to vomit and nearly passes out again. Suddenly the VCR crackles to life, a doll sits perfectly still on a tricycle. Unable to even process what's happening he begins to scream at the T.V but to no avail, tears pour down his face, and his voice grows hoarse. Mid scream he falls silent, the doll slowly turns it's head to face him. Jet black hair and blood red eyes and two perfect spirals on each cheek the doll's hinged mouth begins to move and a sinister voice filled the silence.

"Dread and fear are dangerous emotions Daniel, but they trigger a human's survival instincts, they show we care about our lives, they express our desire to live. You have succeeded in your 25 years of life in removing any social trace of your existence, you work but you fail to care enough to show up, you've driven your family away from you and this would almost show that you don't care anymore, that you have given up on life. So, Daniel, I want to play a game. This game is for your life. I want you to listen very clearly; as you can see your legs are incapacitated but you still have control of your upper body, to your right you should see a cellular phone. It contains the numbers of your family. You are free to call your family and they can rescue you from what will surely be a painful death, and I will even provide you with a clue to let your family know where you are, should they decide to show you the care you denied them. The screws controlling how tight the clamp on your legs will tighten consistently for the next 60 minutes, so if the timer runs out, well so will your life. Good luck Daniel."

The screen went blank, reigniting a moment later with a blood red 60:00, 59:59, 59:58 and his address. Reaching for the phone, he could hear his teeth breaking as he clenched them in pain; the screw had begun to tighten. His mind was firing uncontrollably, fingers furiosly scrolling through the phones contacts until he reached the number he needed. Taking a deep breath he pressed call...

One ring...Two rings...Three rings"PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE!"

"Hello, you're speaking with Steven"

"Steven! It's Daniel, I need your help!"

"Oh, hello Daniel, you need my help? I should have guessed.If it's money you need just hang up n-"

"Listen to me, I've been kidnapped, I'm trapped and I'm staring at a stop watch telling me I have 58 minutes to live, I'm in the old Anglesea Castle. I need your help Steven, please."

"This is ridiculous, why did you call me instead of the police, I'll call them and they can have you out of there faster than I can."

"He know's that you'll want to call the cops, he said if you do, you'll be dead. Please believe me."

"Daniel, if your joking I will kill you myself, but I'll be out there as soon as I can."

"Please hurry!!"


This day couldn't go any better, thought Steven as he put the phone down, unable to restrain the grimace that now spread accross his face. 58 minutes was a stretch, but ever the speed enthusiast, Steven knew he could get there just in time.

Alone and counting there are two things that can cause time to slow, one is pain and the other is watching time count itself down. In Daniel's case neither of these factors were doing anything, the timer on the television was now closing in on 20 minutes and terror was now overwhelming him. Darkness was clouding his vision and once again Daniel passed out.

Steven knew he was nearly there, he had left main roads long ago and knew that it was only a few miles up the track, foot to the floor he picked up the pace. Skidding to a halt outside the castle, this place was perfect.
Kicking open the front door Steven sprints through the dingy hallways, sensing his brothers presece he runs to the dungeons. Straight infront of him his brother is passed out, head to his chest and legs covered in both dried and fresh blood, so gruesome, yet so fitting. Steven walks toward his younger brother and gives him a slap on the face. Jolted awake, Daniel rejoices; "Steven, you saved me! I knew you would!"

"Hold on there 'brother', you have not been saved yet. You see, all you have done, from a young age, is cause this family pain, you are a failure, a waste of space, yet you were always the one getting all the attention. I did everything right, but our parents were always too concerned with your misbehaviour to notice the good I was doing."

"FUCK YOU STEVEN GET ME OUT!!"

"No little brother, you see I am going to sit down, and watch this happen."

He walks across the room and drags across a steel chair, and placing it infront of Daniel, Steven takes a seat.

"PLEASE STEVEN! I promise to change, this HAS changed me"

"People like you don't change" Steven chuckles "you just change until it suits you to go back."


After fighting against terror and pain, Daniel's body was exhausted, he could barely move. Looking up for one brief second though, brings it all back. Behind Steven's chuckling sillouhette arises the pig's face and with one swift blow, Steven is silenced. Now approaching him the figure grabs his face, opens his jaws and then darkness.


Daniel awakes suddenly, in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat and with his heart pumping at what felt like 300 beats per minute. Unsure of what had awoken him, the uneasy feeling of death is so close, but why...