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DOOM MAGNETIC! - CHAPTER SEVEN:
CHULA
William Pauley III
Everything is white. The ceiling, the floor, the walls.
A Japanese woman is sitting naked on a white chair cradling Qoser’s severed head in her protective arms as he nurses from her breast. The woman is his mother. He has never felt any safer than he does now, nestled in her arms.
Suddenly a hand belonging to some strange man, no one Qoser recognizes anyway, slides over his mother’s full lactating breast, severing the connection between Qoser’s mouth and her nipple. Qoser begins to scream, his voice now like an infant’s.
His mother loosens her arm cradle and reaches up for the man. Qoser falls to the floor, still screaming.
The man pushes back on his mother’s chest and she falls against the cushion of the white chair. The man takes her legs into each of his arms and mounts her. His mother purrs. She’s shouting, begging for more.
Three other men walk towards the couple now. One of them cradles his mother’s head in his hands, unzips his pants and she immediately takes him into her mouth. The other two men dig into their pants as well, guiding her hands along their shafts. The men proceed to fuck her in every way possible. They’re all screaming in ecstasy for what feels like hours, until finally, all five of them have exploding orgasms, all at once.
All the while, Qoser’s severed head is lying on the floor, screaming. Ignored. Neglected. Abandoned.
His screaming startles himself awake.
“Hey, bro. You doing alright?” Gusto asks as he dismounts his bike.
Qoser takes a deep breath. “Shit. I’m just a little out of it, that’s all. You know, the wounds or something. Are we there yet?”
“Yup, we just arrived. Doesn’t it feel good to be back in Japan? It seems like we haven’t been back in years.”
Gusto begins removing the duct tape from Qoser’s head. Qoser looks around in confusion.
“Wait…why did you take me to the lab? Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?”
“Well, see, I called Doc while you were out and he said that your body was as good as a nudie mag to a blind man. Basically it ain’t worth shit, man, it’s been dead too long. He told me to take you down here to the lab so that they could set you up with some new kicks.”
“They’re giving me a replacement body?”
“Shit, I dunno. For all I know, they’re gonna plant your head on the end of a stick so I can carry you around everywhere I go,” Gusto says, laughing.
“Ugh, let’s hope not.”
A man in a long white lab coat, Dr. Geoffrey Z. Kilgore, greets them as they enter the lab.
“Qoser, hello! It’s so great to see you again,” Kilgore says, smiling.
The doctor looks up at Gusto and nods ‘hello’, as if he isn’t worthy of a verbal greeting.
“I wish I could say the same, Doc, but, as you could imagine, I’m not too thrilled to be here. You guys weren’t much help the last time,” Qoser says, growing increasingly annoyed as memories of his last visit flood his brain.
“Yeah, sorry about that. You caught us at a busy time then. We take much better care of our patients now that we aren’t so…understaffed.” The doctor smiles. “So, how is it, anyway?”
“How is what, exactly?” Qoser asks.
“The eye. Has it been treating you well?”
“It’s a cue-ball.”
“Yes, I know it’s a cue-ball. I was the one who installed it for you, remember?”
“Oh yes, I remember, believe me. But what I recall doesn’t really evoke the words ‘install’ or ‘installation’. Those words imply carefulness, precision and accuracy. What you did was pound the fucking thing in there with a wooden baseball bat.”
“Ah yes, as I mentioned before, things have improved around here quite a bit since then. I think you’ll be pleased with our services this time around.”
“Oh goody,” Qoser says and smiles with such exaggeration that the doctor immediately picks up on his sarcasm. He returns the gesture.
“I’m going to inject you with this sedative now,” Kilgore says, filling a syringe with liquid retracted from a small brown glass bottle.
“Once I’m finished, could you take him down to room 1114? I’ll be there in a few moments,” he says to Gusto, pointing down the hall. He takes the syringe and pierces the needle straight into Qoser’s neck. He pushes the serum into his bloodstream and removes the needle.
As they’re walking towards the room, Qoser catches a glimpse of Kilgore standing at the end of the hallway, giving him a thumbs up. Suddenly a knot forms in his throat and he goes out as quickly as a spent light bulb.
Throughout the operation, Qoser keeps coming to and fading back to sleep again. Sometimes he catches a glimpse of the doctor or a nurse, a surgical tool here and there, but by the time he remembers what is happening, he fades back into his coma.
Seven hours after the operation, he regains full consciousness. The sedative surprisingly still hasn’t completely worn off. He feels good. Great, even.
He yawns and stretches out his arms, all eight of them.
Whaaa—?!
He looks down at his new body. He seems to be some oversized tarantula.
“Nurse! Nurse!”
The night nurse rushes into the room.
“What? What is it?” she asks, pushing her hand against her chest. His screams startle her.
“Um…I’ve been turned into a giant fucking spider!” he screams, frantically rubbing his hairy legs together.
The nurse’s face drops any hint of panic and immediately looks more annoyed than concerned.
“Yeah, so?”
“Yeah, so…there must be some kind of mistake!”
The nurse thumbs through the file hanging at the end of his bed.
“Uh no…there’s been no mistake. Says right here that the procedure went exactly as planned and was a major success.”
“Does this look like a major success?! Let me see that file!”
The nurse hands the file to him. It’s marked Chula. He shuffles through it using all eight of his new legs. She was right. There had been no mistake. The nurse takes the file and returns it to the slot at the end of his bed.
Rage courses through his veins. He must leave. The Doom Magnetic. But in order to do that he’ll have to stir up her emotions, get her nice and riled up so he can feed it.
“You fucking cunt!” he yells.
“Excuse me?!” the nurse says, her cheeks flustering.
“I called you a fucking cunt. Wasn’t I speaking plainly enough for you?”
The night nurse screams with fury and charges towards him. Qoser absorbs her
anger, tears into the Doom Magnetic with all eight of his bony legs, and disappears inside, all in an instant.
The nurse, shocked at what she had just witnessed, begins to babble nonsense and takes off running through the halls of the laboratory.
The Doom Magnetic seals.
There is silence.
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Chula
© William Pauley III, 2009
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