Pineal Discharge

Short stories. Unrelated scenes of violence and bizarre vignettes.
Some(most) of these stories contain graphic violence,sexual content and drug use. Also , lots of fucking language and shit. So yeah , viewer discretion is advised? Not for children. Unless you're one of THOSE children.
Yeah , you know who you are.



6. 4 A.M. On The All Night Bus

Leaking from the edges of the weather worn , leather briefcase. A sharply odored , viscous , dark green fluid. 

Jerry's eyes drift away from the corners of his crime novel.  They observe , meticulously , the object that has been so carelessly forgotten on a filthy bus seat. Jerry stands cautiously and steps toward the briefcase to investigate. It's a filthy bus. The floors are sticky from the residue of past refuse. Jerry steps on a freshly used condom that sticks to his shoe. He tries in vain to shake it off. But the semen acts like glue and the rubber remains steadfast.

A young man at the front of the bus. He's listening to nu-metal(or some variation of it)with the volume turned up much too loud for ear buds. He sees the briefcase as well. He meets Jerry halfway to help assess this interesting article.

Jerry:"Is this your briefcase?" The young man shakes his head.

Numetalkid:"No. I think the guy who left it was a ------."

Jerry:"Are you sure?"

Numetalkid:"Yeah , I'm pretty sure he had a tail."

Jerry:"So...he was probably a pusher then , huh?"

Numetalkid:"I don't know...I guess. Yeah , probably." The young man looks at Jerry. Something's not Jerry is a business man. Or at least he's wearing a grey business suit. His eyes are quite shifty and his hands fidget more than they ought to when he says "pusher". This troubles the young nu metal fan...Why the fuck am I still writing in italics?

So anyways... 

Jerry:'"Should the case? See what's inside?" Jerry says this with a grin that seems to reveal his true intentions.

Numetalkid:"I don't know man. I don't want to get mixed up with any weird shit."

Jerry:"Fine. Suit yourself." Jerry reaches for the case. The young man steps forward to do something. Jerry pulls a switchblade from his sleeve and flicks it out.

Jerry:"Back off you wannabe chicken shit asshole! I haven't had a fix in weeks. And I'm not about to let some baggy pants wearing Korn fan get in my way!"

The kid takes the warning and goes back to his seat feeling slightly raped in spirit. Jerry opens the briefcase with ecstasy inducing anticipation. His fingers tremble as they unlatch the latch thingies.

Inside , he finds his fix. He takes a large syringe filled with dark green fluid.

He finds a vein. He injects the stuff. His blood claws at his veins in loving masochism. It roars and burns like fire. A beautiful , religious experience. Jerry , feeling that sudden panic , looks up from his needle to see what the nu metal fan is up to. The nu metal kid is slumped into the aisle facing the driver's seat. There's a massive exit wound in the back of his head. It leaks pieces of skull and brain. The brain resembles a mess of pinkish-grey spaghetti. A pool of blood is forming under the young man's head. 

Standing over the body is the driver. Jerry realizes the bus has stopped. He ventures a quick glance outside. It's black. Pitch black. Jerry faces the driver.

The driver is a tall insectoid of sorts. In one of his four arm-like appendages he holds a silenced Luger. The insect man speaks. Its voice carries detached tonalities that send cold , indifferent  shivers down Jerry's spine. 

Insect Bus Driver:"You're coming with me , Jerry."



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