It seems like I can’t stop telling people how awesome this story is. If there were any tall buildings around here, and I didn’t have the lung capacity of a smoker, I would yell from the rooftops about how fucking amazing this story is. The first time I read it, I actually threw up. To be fair, I’m pretty sure I had foodpoisoning, but the stomach-churning imagery just pushed me over the edge. And even after that, I kept reading, which is a testament to how great this story is.
After the Cullen’s leave, Victoria takes it upon herself to kidnap Charlie and Bella with the hopes of luring out the Cullen’s, so she can exact her revenge over her dead mate. While she’s waiting for them to show, she decides to amuse herself by inflicting horrific mental anguish upon her captive. After convincing Charlie to sacrifice himself to save his daughter, Victoria leaves Charlie’s rotting corpse locked in the small shed with Bella, and slowly begins to find Bella more ‘company’ in the form of Cindy, Bobby, Greg, Jan, Peter and Marsha. Yep. That’s right. The Brady Bunch. Betcha didn’t expect that!
"The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out…"
Shut up, Jan.
Jan was the talker of the group, and I couldn't wait until the beetles ate her big, fat lips so I wouldn't have to listen to her snarky comments any longer. At least the bugs were good for something.
"Did I strike a nerve?"
"Let her be, Jan. She's having a tough time right now."
"Who asked you, Greg? I'm bored," she pouted. "I just want to have a little fun."
How about you all shut the fuck up!
"Wow, Bella, I don't think Charlie would appreciate you using such language."
Charlie is dead and I'm stuck in here with all of you! I think I have a right to be a little depressed, so SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Now this isn’t just amazing because of the icky-ness and the most original use of the Brady Bunch, ever. No, it’s amazing because you’re thrown into the deep end of Bella’s fracturing mind as she faces the most horrific situation, and decision, of her life. And she’s had to watch Edward Cullen prance round a meadow, sparkling like the disco ball at Studio 54, so that’s saying a lot.
While HammerHips submitted the first chapter for our first contest here at the Existance, she’s decided to continue the story, a fact which made me so happy I started to bounce up and down on my sofa when she told me. And let me tell you that if you liked the first chapter of Decay, you will fucking love the next two chapters. It seems that despite Bella convincing herself that none of our favourite sparklepires where going to mount a rescue, our favourite cowboy is heading straight for her…
And with that, I shall leave you with a song…
The worms crawl in; the worms crawl out.
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes; they eat your nose.
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead.
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