Monday, September 30, 2019

Day 1: Rachael / Zoe / Aeron

Rachael / Zoe / Aeron
Monster University
Katherine Rochholz
All Rights Reserved

“These are my words. My stories. Read them. Understand them. And watch for the monsters hidden within our society. If you are reading this. You know my story. A girl who died too young. Her genetic condition taking her quickly as she left her final piece of work in a safety deposit box to finish. These are my last words. I know when I leave this bank I will die. Be aware of the people around you. You never know which may hide a monster within. And if you are brave enough, strong enough, powerful enough... Please finish what I wanted to start and destroy them all...”
Zoe read these words. She read the will. She read everything. She and her twin were the only ones that came after all. She was sixteen and just graduated high school. She had gone on a trip to Europe with her friends to be told that her sister was killed. Killed an alley and left to rot like a common rat. She didn’t understand why. Why someone would do that to her sister? Now she knew. Her sister stuck her nose in things that did not concern her.
Aeron looked at Zoe. He snorted. “She was always to nosey for her own good. Her cure was staring her in her face and she instead chose to anger gods. They may be monsters but they found the key to living with curses and actually living.”
Zoe nodded. “I wonder if they would turn us. Make us immortal. In exchange for destroying this of course.”
“We shouldn’t blackmail the monsters, Zoe.” He looked at the list of names. “But this Bo may be our best bet to check and see if they would change us.”
Three weeks later they stood in front of a law office: Robert Jingles, Attorney at Law. “Do you think this is the right move?” Zoe asked Aeron.
Aeron nodded. He looked at his twin. They had been born at the exact same moment. Their parents had a strange sense of humor, his name meant death and Zoe’s meant life; maybe they were destined to discover this world at the loss of their sister. Their sister was the last person who treated them as a child. Even their parents have given them their independence since they were thirteen. They still needed their parents, but the last time they saw their parents was to get their new credit cards and go ‘kiss, kiss’ to the cheek French style and they all went their separate ways. Aeron and Zoe going to Europe and their parents went to only God knows where. They never told their parents that two years ago they were diagnosed with a different genetic terminal disorder, which lead them to find out that their parents had them conceived artificially. Huntington’s. They had no symptoms now but they would as they got older. Their family blood was just bad it seemed. Well, the family karma. Being diagnosed with this was early but not unheard of in this day and age. He knew this was a way to stop everything and get to live. He and Zoe didn’t care about having biological kids or not, they didn’t want spread their bad genes. Marrying right now was not in any type of plans, they were only sixteen. He didn’t verbally answer but he knocked on the door.
Bo looked up from his papers. He liked living in this town. He and Beth were close and after the last few months they had moved into together and were planning marriage. But like Frank had been, he was always missing something. Don’t get him wrong, Frank was very much his son, and Sophie very much like his granddaughter, but things were always missing. The raising and finishing of a child. And Beth felt it as well. He looked up because of the knock. He frowned as nobody was scheduled for today. He saw a couple of teens. “Can I be of assistance?”
Aeron nodded. “May we come in?”
Zoe smiled and looked around in delight at all the law books. She was fascinated by the law and so looked around and kept reaching out to touch but stopped herself.
Bo closed the door and looked at the teens. “How can I help?”
Zoe handed him the will and the manuscript to him. “We want immortality. Not to blackmail you guys or anything, we are never going to publish this, but maybe you can make it a television show script or something and sell it the studios or something.”
“We have Huntington’s.” Aeron stated. “We don’t want to die like that. Not young like this.”
Zoe nodded. “Aeron wanted to be a surgeon and I wanted to be a lawyer, but our illness prevents living. That is why we want to have you help us exist. To be able to live in way. Please?”
Bo looked at them. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.” They stated together.
Bo sat down. He could have a son like him with Beth’s talent. A daughter like his Beth with his talent. “You like music? Art?”
Aeron laughed. “I live for the sciences, medicine, mental sciences, social sciences and the like.” He smiled.
“I love music, I can play the sax, flute, clarinet, violin, guitar, piano and the drums. I love art. I took a lot of Art History classes for and Art classes. I am going for a double major, English and Art History while being pre-law.” Zoe responded.
Bo nodded. “Let me make a couple of calls and I will get back to you. Until then go and stay at your hotel.”
Both nodded and went to say goodbye, Zoe didn’t want to leave. Aeron wasn’t much better but they could wait a day or two before choosing their next move. After all they would not die the way their illness would have them die.
Bo called Beth and Frank and had them come to the office. It was time for a family meeting. Of course, he knew Frank would bring someone else to the meeting as well. But family was family.
Two days later Bo, Beth, Frank, Sophie, and Frank’s growth named Lucas, knocked on the hotel door of the twins.
Zoe and Aeron looked at the door and swallowed. No matter how ‘independent’ they were, they were only sixteen and a couple of kids. But this was a ticket to a life, to a cure, part curse part blessing. Aeron went to the door and let the group in. “Hello.” He stated and sat down next to Zoe. A sense of family of rightness came over the both of them as soon as the group sat down around them.
Bo smiled. “This is my fiancĂ©, Elizabeth Frankenstein, Beth. Our son Franklin Victor Frankenstein, his daughter Sophie Elizabeth Frankenstein. And this is Frank’s best friend’ he sent a glare at Beth’s snort. “Lucas Richardson.”
Zoe blinked. “Shit! The stores really were real!”
Aeron swallowed. “Werewolf?”
“Yeah,” Lucas smirked. “Alpha one. And this is my pack!” He then grew serious. “And I won’t let anything happen to them.” He flashed his elongated teeth at them.
Frank smacked him in the back of his head. “Behave. They are going to be my siblings, if everything goes right. But with my mom’s and my minds I don’t see how this won’t go right. Just have to do a blood test for the final calculation.”
Beth rolled her eyes as Lucas stood down. “Yes, dears, we have decided to bring you into the family. However, since you are teens the rituals will be a bit different. We will take some blood to see what Monster you will become. What is the best with your illness and such, nothing large.” She took out her doctor bag.
Aeron was at her side and looking into the bag. “What all do you carry? Are you a doctor? What kind of doctor? Do you carry an old fashioned bag as well?”
Beth smiled, “I am a surgeon in this town. I do plastic surgery as well. Frank and I are the go to the for the medical reasons among our clan, so to say. I mean there are packs and clans of different monsters. We really are the only mixed clan. Though Marie Leveau is a bitch, who should be destroyed, she is sadly part of our clan.” Beth winkled her nose.
“So this group Rachel wrote about is the clan and even though she is hated in the end you would help her, it is okay to hate her?” Zoe asked, as Beth took her and Aeron’s blood.
“Yes.” Beth smiled. “Bo and Frank says it makes no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense!” Zoe exclaimed. “She is an evil bitch but she is our clan bitch and nobody messes with one of our clan.” She said as she let Beth take the sample and hand it over to Frank.
Aeron lost interest. “Yeah, yeah. Marie bitch, but our clan. Frank how does this chemical work?” He asked as Frank dropped some onto the blood.
“It checks your DNE to see if you are compatible for the Monster Process, we think would work best. You see, we think you will do well as a skeleton man, much like Bo, that way we can replace your organs and skin every few decades and we can drain you this time ridding you of the disease and give you a mix of mostly blood mixed from the marrow of Bo and my mother. We think Zoe would be good to be a ‘Stein, like mother and I, which would be replacements of all parts but heads every so often. It will involve a complicated procedure but in the end it will be worth it.” Frank held the samples up. “After all then mom and Bo will stop stealing my kid every other night.”
Lucas laughed, “he panics all the time when Sophie isn’t home and we live with Cameron who won’t have an interest in her until she is legal age, and a budding Incubus.”
Beth sighed. “Drake still taking lessons from Vlad?”
Bo nodded. “Good thing too, his whole emo, depressed, days are so totally the 90’s.”
Frank and Lucas laughed. They laughed loud. Lucas fell on the floor laughing. Zoe and Aeron titled their heads. “What is so funny?” They asked together.
“Drake is a Dracul and the original Emo.” Frank explained between gasping breaths.
Aeron and Zoe looked at each other and laughed. It felt like a family. They were happy. They leaned against Bo and Beth. They couldn’t wait to start their new life.
The night of the rituals came. Frank and Beth had set up an operating center in Beth’s basement. A basement built with the dirt from Frankenstein Castle. Zoe’s process was first.
Beth drained half of her blood and half of Bo’s blood mixed with the cells of the marrow. They did the same again after getting a transfusion in preparation for Aeron’s procedure.
            Frank smiled at Zoe. “Now I am going to put you to sleep and remove your head. From there I will wake you up. We will reattach your head as we give your body a full transfusion, then we will send the bolts of electricity through your new bolts. I made them small and easily hidden, if you want to hide them.”
            Zoe smiled as she fell asleep. “Wanna be like my big brother…” She whispered as the world went black.
            The world came back in a blast of white light and she was in pain. She watched as Frank bolted her head back to her body. There was a river of blood on the floor. She couldn’t move her body. Beth looked at her and smiled.
            “Just a jolt and your new life will begin. You changed a bit, that was the point after all.”
            Frank smiled. “You got purple streaks in your hair and yoru skin is a light green and your eyes are now purple. You are gorgeous sis. Now bite down.” He put a strap of leather in her mouth.
            Zoe did as she was told as Beth slammed the power switch and watched as the lightning hit the rod. Thank goodness that tonight was a story might. After three bolts of lightning and blowing three quarters of the generators Beth turned the machine off. And they stood there, their breaths held, waiting for Zoe.
            Zoe blinked. Frank too the leather strap out of her mouth. “Sis?”
            Zoe looked up. She took a deep breath and moved to sit up. It was weird not having a heartbeat, but she smiled. She stood up and hugged Beth and Bo with a whispered mom and dad. She then turned and hugged Frank and Aeron. “Amazing.” She looked at Aeron. “Your turn!”
            Aeron smiled. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
            Beth smiled. “Hop up!”
            Aeron lay down. “Let’s go!”
            Beth smiled. “Now Frank is going to knock you out. I am going to remove your skeleton, and replace your blood and your marrow. During that transfusion of marrow, we will be inserting a concoction of milk thistle, hemlock, belladonna, lily pads, and Adrenaline. You will wake and get yoru bearings. Then we will put your meat suit back on.”
            Aeron nodded. “Cool!”
            Frank smiled and spoke, “see you on the other side!” He administered the anesthesia.
            When Aeron came to he felt naked. He moved to stand up. He looked down and saw nothing but bones. He jumped back in shock. He looked at the others. “What?”
            Bo smiled. “Feel a bit naked?” At Aeron’s nod he laughed. “You get used to it. Let’s walk around a bit.” He held out a hand to help him.
            Aeron saw the blood and stuff on the ground, but paid it no never mind, because he was starting a new life.
            Bo helped him get his bearings for a while, before Frank and Bo grabbed the meat suit. “Changed a bit.” Bo stated.
Aeron smiled. He knew it was a chance, and he was happy, his eyes became golden and his hair turned black. “Awesome.”
            Bo smiled and helped Frank correct and connect Aeron’s original and first meat suit. There you go, son.” Bo stated.
            Aeron looked at him and with a great big smile, he jumped on Bo and hugged him. “Thanks dad.”
            Bo smiled. He had already got Kristoff to take care of the papers and the bio parents. Aeron and Zoe had been told but there was no love lost.
“Welcome Home! Life and Death are yours forever! You are one of us! You are FAMILY!” Beth yelled as she toasted to their new life.

Monster University Part II: Take 3

Starting today I will post 1 short story a day for the Month of October. Third time is a charm right? Read Part one from 3 years ago free on this site!  Feedback is welcome, and these are unedited, copyrighted, All Rights Reserved

Friday, September 6, 2019

The Thin Line Flash Fiction Repost

The Thin Line
Katherine Rochholz
All Rights Reserved
Flash Fiction

            Blood. I could feel the dark red warmth drip down my fingers as I tried to stop the bleeding. I could see the red stain the pure white gown of my bride.  I had turned my back on tradition to marry for love, and my bride paid the price. The shot rang in my ears again as I woke up with a scream torn from my throat.
            I took a deep breath. I looked down at my hands expecting to see blood, her blood, the blood of a truly innocent soul; instead the scar on my own chest glinted into the moonlight. I was dying, my soul had died. Where I was saved from death’s final grip, where I was prevented from leaving this mortal plane, my dear sweet bride died in my arms the day of our wedding, that cold, darken, gorgeous winter night.
            I screamed at that moment, the moment where I realized it was not just a nightmare, but my living hell. I sat in my bed and screamed. I was a powerful and influential witch and I could not save my bride. I screamed my throat raw; then I got up and stumbled to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
            My once icy blue irises were tinted black due to the magic I had been preforming since I woke from my coma three weeks ago. The magic that was forbidden in nature, the magic I had once swore to myself I would never even contemplate. But no matter the cost I was going to get my vengeance. I had forsaken my patron goddess, Astraea, and veered from the path of Justice into Vengeance.
            I had done the darkest and most forbidden of magic to call for the lives and souls of those who were responsible for my soul being killed, for taking the one person who deserved nothing but love, life, and peace in this world away from me.
            I closed my eyes as I thought of the pleasure I took as I ripped their still beating hearts out of their chests. I closed them against the visions of me taking their magic within a heart cut ruby, known as the Blood Ruby. A forbidden artifact that I searched the world over before killing the man who had it, he should have really just let me buy it from him. Their magic would be needed for the final ritual I had planned. The ritual that would seal my place in Hel, as I will have created a sin so grave, that my soul would be dishonored. I looked into the mirror. The price I had to pay was extreme; but then to do the forbidden magic I was about to do? It called for an extreme price. A price I would gladly pay, for I have crossed that thin line between justice and vengeance.
            I stood in a black dress, a dress that matched my wedding dress, but it was now black with the death of my soul; the sun was setting, just like it had upon my soul.  I stood in front of my family grimoire, it had a forbidden section.  A section of magic that I only got to glance upon until I was twenty-one, before I had to embrace the rules set forth by our gods and mother magic, before I had to learn what I was forbidden from doing.
I looked at the evil I have already done, from the vengeance I sought, to the horrific things I have done for this ritual. In front of the grimoire laid upon the finish of silk was the preserved body of my beloved bride in her pure white dress, an exact replica of her wedding dress that night.
For this ritual I looked at the actions I had taken, from the killing of a pure silver dove for its heart, the trapping of fairies so they would die & burst into fairy lights, and the sacrifice of three innocent mortals. But it was worth it, for I could not live without her. Without her the darkness of my family magic would have consumed my soul. Like it had done on that moonless, starless, clear winter night, that I swore my soul and life to her, to have my own brothers rip my love, my happiness, and all that was good from my very soul.
So, tonight I give up a dove’s heart, two lives of fairies, three bodies of blood, and my very soul, all for her life.
Eos and Hecate forgive me...