an unsatisfying story from the drunken ferret

[sakura_inverse]

Malice in Vunderland

Malice wasn’t your typical gothic bitch. Aside from the mandatory black lipstick, black mascara, black nail polish and black hair dye; she made it a habit to work out three times a week. In years past, she rarely ever worked out at all. But the constant bullying she received for being goth pushed her into the bitch she is today. After a couple of months of exercise, the bullies quickly found out that months of teasing resulted in black eyes and swollen lips. The regular workouts also had a positive side. Her body toned up and rewarded her with a sexy figure that never failed to turn the heads of both sexes. Toned abs, toned legs, toned arms, and surprisingly soft 34 c cup breasts made her a perfect package. It seemed like every day some guy or a bisexual girl was hitting on her. Every time Malice earned her name by ruthlessly shooting them down.

Months had passed since her graduation, which also happened to fall on her eighteenth birthday. Occasionally she would blissfully remember the last day she ever had to deal with her old high school, but college quickly brought that thought down. Now instead of jocks, she was shooting down an endless sea of hippies and frat boys. With no friends, all she had time for was her makeup, music, and her studies. She always made it a point to play death metal whenever she had to study for chemistry. Whenever her neighbors had parties, she would always retort by turning up her music. The only attempt to ever quell her music was made one night when a neighbor knocked on her door and politely asked “Could you please turn your music down? We’re trying to have a party and your music is bringing us down.”

Malice’s quick and harsh reply of “Fuck off!” quickly quelled any further attempts at her self imposed isolation.

One thought that always entertained Malice was the thought of disappearing completely. These thoughts were always echoed by the words “No hope, no trace” having a semi-permanent home on her black lips. Whenever she turned on the news reports, she would always hear of missing people, which would always minutely raise her spirits. Her spirits would always be dragged down to the norm seven out of ten times when their bodies would be found by massive search parties. Malice didn’t mind one bit that a search party might be formed just for her, but the risk of being found was just too great. She just couldn’t stand the thought of a funeral. Not with the flowers and the people who only saw her on a daily basis pretending to be her friends.

While Malice sighed and stared out of her window, she saw what she thought was a giant white bunny hopping across the campus grounds. As it scurried across, it paused only to look up at Malice. The bunny stood up on its hind legs, groomed its ears with its paws, and casually gave her the finger before hopping along its merry way. Normally Malice wasn’t one to care what made sense and what didn’t as everything was “fucking bullshit” to her. But a giant bunny appearing out of nowhere and giving her the one fingered salute couldn’t be pardoned without explanation. She decided that since she was in good enough shape, she’d chase the bunny down and force some sort of explanation out of it. After all, she did chase down a girl in high school for calling her “emo” so this was naturally a logical path to follow.

Malice was already wearing a jet black low cut tank top as well as a black skirt and sheer black stockings that went up to her thighs. Malice knew that this was no running outfit, but she didn’t have time to dress for the occasion. She bolted out of her door, down the dorm’s hallway, and past some uptight security guard who hasn’t learned to put down a donut in 15 years. Knowing he couldn’t give chase without having a heart attack, she raced out of her dorm in time to see the bunny slip into the university’s garden.

It only took a few short seconds of running for Malice to reach the garden. Brushes and flowers alike were trampled as she was guided by flashes of the bunny. She balled her fists up as images of bunny key chains danced in her head. She thought of ways to turn that bunny into a fur coat, bringing a rare smile to her lips. The bunny’s path twisted and turned as if it pictured its own severed feet hanging off of a keychain. Fortunately for the bunny, there was a way out uniquely for it. For Malice, it would turn into a trial she’d be lucky to survive.

Two more harsh turns rewarded the bunny with its safe haven. It wasted little time in spying a rabbit hole that was nestled comfortably under an old looming willow. The rabbit effortlessly dashed into its hole and disappeared into the darkness that was provided. Malice on the other hand had to push past the drooping leaves to find what she was looking for. Stopping just a meter from the ancient vivid trunk, she stared at the large hole in disbelief. To nobody in particular, she heatedly questioned “How in the fuck did nobody notice this shit?!” She could have stayed to ponder, but she decided that she was too pissed at the bunny to stop here. She crawled into the hole on her hands and knees where her senses quickly became lost in the blackness. She foolishly pressed forward, an action which was rewarded by her slipping off into an unseen ravine. A sharp scream would be the last sound she made amongst the normal world.

As she fell, glimpses of light presented themselves to her senses. Even as she endlessly fell, she was treated to a show that resembled an excellently premeditated tunnel of horrors. Victorian paintings covered in cobwebs always seemed to loom over skeletons clad in armor. Occasionally an old phonogram would echo some of Malice’s darkest fantasies. The fantasy that seemed to play over and over was the one of her disappearing without a hope of being found. This was all happening too quickly for any normal person to comprehend but for Malice, it was as if she had time to stop and stare. The time didn’t last as everything went to black once again.

Light would return to Malice’s senses, but this time there would be no tunnel of horrors. Instead she came into a large, underground cavern. She would have been hurt by the massive fall if it weren’t for a thick bed of black mud that cushioned her fall. She fell flat on her back resulting in a loud splat which saw her completely enveloped in mud. Just as quickly as she disappeared, she resurfaced with a flailing fit. She calmed down enough to stand up and wipe the mud from her eyes.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Malice’s words echoed throughout the cavern and up the hole she had little chance of crawling back up. She stood up in the mud, which came up to her thighs, and absorbed her surroundings. The walls were a uniform dusty brown except for the thick spots of mud that resulted from her falling. The ceiling had the same texture and the same mud spots as the floor except for the glaring black hole that faintly played the phonogram. She scanned the walls a bit more carefully and found that there was a small opening just above the mud’s surface. The opening was no more than a few inches high and a few inches across, leaving her escape route a lot to be desired. The wall itself was fairly thick so breaking out wasn’t an option.

This time Malice’s attention turned to the mud itself. In the middle of its surface lay a small vial with a note card equal in size. She nearly missed the note card because of the huge splash she made but this gave her one of the few things she was ever glad for. The momentary uplift was soon eclipsed by her own thought of the card saying “Ha Ha you’re fucked now.” She trudged forward through the thigh deep mud and picked up the card. The card simply read “Drink responsibly.”

Malice looked down at the bottle, which was starting to sink down. It disappeared into the muddy blackness as it left black water in its place. A few bubbles popping up at the surface quickly prompted Malice to grab the bottle before it could sink any further. She pulled it back up and much to her relief, it was still sealed shut. This left a lot to be explained about the bubbles but wherever she was, there were bigger explanations to be had. She trudged back towards the opening with the bottle in hand. She stared at the small hole and figured that nothing bad could happen from this as she opened the bottle and downed the liquid inside. The liquid tasted like a mixture between vodka and tequila with a burn stronger than either of the two. She still drank the bottle without flinching, tossing it aside once it was empty.

The bottle crashed against a wall and the sound of shattering glass seemed to trigger her transformation. She rapidly shrank down to the size of a thimble and found herself struggling to stay afloat in the void she had left. Her clothes piled into a giant heap that quickly soaked up the mud around her. Malice quickly knew that her life was in danger and she paddled through the thin slurry as fast as she could. Her struggles to reach the exit gave her mouthfuls of mud, but she was making steady progress forward. The only thing that stood in her way was her crumpled up clothes that lay in an unorganized ring around her.

Climbing her old clothing was no challenge to Malice. Even though she was covered in black mud and dripping wet, there was hardly a slipping hazard. As pissed off as she was, she trekked her ruined outfit to the exit. She stood at the very edge looking down at a muddy clearing. There was only six inches of mud that separated Malice from the exit but from her perspective it might as well have been a ravine. She gritted her teeth and growled “I am going to fucking kill whoever did this to me.”
Malice caught her breath and saw no other alternative. She looked down at her naked form and had to admit that the mud made for a nice shade of black. Her eyes then transfixed to the mud. Her fantasies of disappearing without a trace began to play themselves back. Another one of her rare smiles contorted her lips into a dark demise the world would soon forget about. Yet for some reason an image of the white rabbit interrupted her plan. Suddenly the thought of a lucky key chain became more important than telling the world to fuck off in a final act of defiance.

Malice took a running start before she jumped. As she expected, she landed with a loud splat that didn’t come close to the impact she made from her first landing. She attempted to swim through the thicker substance but she quickly found that deep mud put up much more resistance than water. She needed to exert twice as much effort just to go half the distance. She churned the mud like her life depended on it but by the time she was half way to the exit, the mud had claimed enough of her to make her progress grind to a virtual standstill. Her body ached from the huge effort it took just to get her this far and if only she was twice her current size. She could imagine the rabbit standing in the exit proudly displaying the same finger he had given her at her dorm.

Malice righted herself and drifted down to her chest. She sighed and without a hint of anger said “If I can’t have my keychain, at least I’ll get to tell the world to fuck off. I wonder if they’re looking for me. Oh who the hell am I kidding? That would take at least a day. I doubt my professors would care enough to look for me. Hell they have tenure so they could give a fuck about anything.”

As the churned mud claimed her shoulders, she imagined that maybe someone had noticed her disappearance. Search parties would scan empty fields in absolute futility. Maybe the doughnut eating pig that ran campus security would pass out fliers pertaining to her disappearance. Twenty four hour news coverage would clog the airwaves severely annoying anyone who had better things to worry about. Even as the mud closed around her slender throat, she felt no fear or anger. The only thing she felt was a sense of accomplishment in the fact that she was dying without a trace.

What transpired next only took a single minute. The mud cupped her chin and quickly devoured it. Its inky blackness clamored up her lips as if to kiss her goodbye. She couldn’t help but kiss it back as if to say thanks for taking her from this world. Not satisfied with her lips, the mud crawled up her nose, cutting off any chance she had at breathing. Malice serenely closed her eyes as they too were taken. All that was left was her forehead which disappeared and a tuft of black hair that refused to sink. Eventually her hair was forced to follow her into the depths of this unknown land. Wherever it was, it would always be a wonder to Malice.

[PM2K]

You are on a roll! Two great ones in two days...

[Frederick]

This was awesome. I love a serene and willing sink. Thank you for this.

[nachtjaeger]

Nice one! I love happy endings.