The Story of 3 Kids & Self Mutilation (Cult of The Dead Cow)

Friday, May 18th, 2018
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                           Trail of Blood

                             by  Sunspot

                 >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
                   -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Illuminati Pirate’s Note: This is three separate stories of Thomas, Vanessa, and Bradly doing clever and interesting ways of  self mutilation & killing themselves in the most gruesome way possible. Enjoy the read!

“Thomas! Thomas! Come downstairs! Your father and I have something to discuss with you!”

Thomas sat on his bed cross-legged, staring at the glistening surface of the scissors. See how they shine and gleam in the light? See how they sparkle? Thomas inserted one scissor into each of his nostrils. Hehe! They tickle! And the blade is so cold! Well, never mind about that. Thomas pushed the scissors up into his nose.

He felt something pop and felt the warm blood start to drip, then gush, from his nose. He pushed up some more, but the septum dividing his nostrils got in the way.

Impatiently, he closed the scissors, cutting it apart, then pushed up some more. The scissors started to slip because of the blood covering them, but he still pushed them up.

He felt them stop against something hard. Hmm… must be a bone. He slammed the scissors against it a few times, then pulled it out of his nose and smashed them up with all his might.

He felt the bone crack and give way right before he felt a sharp pain in his head, then a peculiar tingling feeling spreading throughout his body. He let go of the scissors and they dropped from his nose, which was now nearly obliterated from his face. There was a spreading red mark where his nose used to be.

He felt no pain now, he felt very light, like a feather. He felt himself floating… he wasn’t aware of the blood pouring from his face, or of the small trickle of blood starting to come from his ears either.

He just felt the immense ecstasy of floating on nothing, of peace and warmth and light, all mixed into one. He rolled around on the air he was floating on and a sharp knock on his head brought him back to reality. He wasn’t floating, he was on his bed, and he had just fallen off.

He staggered to his feet, wondering what had happened. His head hurt, but his nose was killing him, so he walked to the mirror, and looked into it. He stared at himself, and screamed.

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Vanessa stared down the barrel of the gun. She didn’t think it looked particularly dangerous, just kind of ominous. She didn’t even know what kind of gun it was, she had just stolen it out of her father’s desk when he was out. She opened the chamber and noted with satisfaction that all six bullets were there. Six were plenty, six were more than enough.

She carefully closed the chamber of the gun and put it to her left ankle and pulled the trigger. The bullet came out of the gun with infinite slowness, it seemed to Vanessa.

She could just pull away, and it would all be ok. But she couldn’t pull away. She looked away from her ankle for a second, then looked back at it, and saw the hole in the carpet.

At first she thought she had somehow missed, but then she looked at her ankle, with the neat little hole popped right through it. Right through it. The blood started to drip down to her sneakers.

She pointed the gun at her right ankle and repeated the previous procedure. And she still felt no pain. No pain at all. She stood up, took a step, and collapsed. Her torn-up ankles couldn’t support her. No problem. She sat up, and stuck the barrel of the gun into her left elbow. She stared at it for a moment before pulling the trigger. It was loud.

For some reason, she hadn’t noticed the loudness with the ankles, but now she did. And this time, there was pain. Oh, so much pain, hurts, hurts, hurts, so much pain, waves of pain.

Her whole elbow was ripped apart and blood was spattered everywhere. She stuck the barrel into her right elbow, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. This time there was no pain, and no noise either. Unfortunately, there was no color either, as everything had turned sort of a light-grayish white shade.

Never mind. Vanessa looked down at herself and thought. Then she knew. She inserted the barrel of the pistol into her navel and pulled the trigger. Her whole body jerked backwards and she was thrown back a few feet.

She looked down and saw just a large hole in the middle of her stomach. Vanessa felt blood starting to drip down her legs and felt along her back. There was a hole there, too. She turned around and saw that the bullet had gone right through her into the dresser. She heard feet running up the stairs. “Vanessa! Vanessa! What was that noise! Vanessa! Are you all right?!”

Her mother had come home. This would speed things up a bit. Her mother walked in the door and staggered back a step. She fell to the floor and stared at Vanessa, nearly hyperventilating.

“Oh my god, Vanessa! Vanessa, my baby, what happened to you?” Vanessa smiled sweetly at her mother, inserted the barrel of the gun into her left ear, and pulled the trigger.

She heard her mother screaming in the background, but right before she heard the screams, she thought, “What about my right ear?” And then there was the noise again, only much, much, much louder than before.

Too loud. It felt like her head was exploding. She was vaguely aware of a throbbing pain in her head, but wasn’t concerned about that right now. She was aware of a bright light, however, a very bright light.

And she looked towards it, then tried to look away, for it was blinding her. She couldn’t move her head. Then she closed her eyes, and felt the light burning against her eyelids, and then her eyelids were on fire, and burned away.

She screamed for the first time since the whole thing had started. Then her whole body was on fire, and she heard her mother’s screams grow dimmer and dimmer until they ceased.

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Bradley ran down the hallway as fast as he could and leaped with all his might through the thick stained glass window. He heard it shatter, and had a feeling like thorns scratching him all over his body. Opening his eyes, he saw the ground coming closer at an incredible rate. He tried to maneuver himself to land on his feet, but ended up landing headfirst.

He covered his head with his arms, and literally heard each bone shatter into several pieces. His arms were bloody with pieces of bone sticking through the skin in many places.

Then Bradley stood up. He walked to the intersection and jumped in front of an oncoming vehicle. The screech of brakes was deafening as the driver tried desperately to stop his car, but hit Bradley head-on anyways, throwing him into the air.

The car spun out of control, smashing into a nearby store and exploding, killing the driver and two others.

Bradley started to stand up but noticed that he was missing a leg. He tried to crawl but his arms felt like rubber, and looked like rubber too, bent and twisted like a pretzel. Bradley looked up just in time to see the truck surging forward. One of the big wheels ran right over his head. The skull crunched like a potato chip under the huge wheel.

He felt his blood, under immense pressure, force holes through his arteries and skin, to squirt in all directions. Then this tremendous pressure, it seemed, lifted from him, and then there was nothing.

…and then there was nothing.

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