Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

Sunset was approaching quickly. The winding road before Patrick would be twisting through the woods in mere moments if Apple Maps decided to be correct this trip, and knowing fully well that his car was now two-decades old, he knew that it was time to put pedal to the metal. This stupid work trip was not how Patrick wanted to spend his few days off, but the promise of “just how important this meeting was” translated for him to “do it or else.” Five years at this garbage dead-end job, and he had nothing to show for it- just far too many miles on his odometer. Though, the thought of not having income in this economy was enough for him to push through and race to the Pittsburgh office as soon as he could. He was scheduled to arrive in approximately 3 more hours, but an accident near Scranton and standstill traffic in Harrisburg proved to be quite the retardant in his timing. So, on a desperate whim, he’d whipped off the interstate and decided to place his utmost trust in Apple to get him ...

  “Let’s begin: Subject 37613. Male, twenty five years of age, found on a farm outside of Muscatine, Iowa. Height of five foot two, weight of one hundred and twelve. Physiology is... inadequate.” Baynil sat behind his console, observing the lanky young man abducted from his bed, now restrained and standing nude on the Anatomizer. The skinny little guy chattered incessantly on and on about how exciting it was to meet ‘aliens from another planet,’ as he’d read so often in his books. “Subject continues to attempt communication, now commencing immediate silencing for procedure accuracy.” Blathering even still, the man was unable to notice the mechanical arms descending from the ceiling, before everything went black. Baynil exhaled a sigh of relief, as the elastic hood which had been placed over his head tightened and quieted the irritation. “Adryx, please take the subject’s vitals.” Another tall light green humanoid walked into the room, tying the mane of white tendrils behin...

  You can’t believe it. You are face down in an alleyway, your wallet being shuffled through by some mouthbreathing guttersnipe, pain ringing in your ears from the unexpected blow to the back of your head. New Orleans was a dangerous city, and all the tour guides had warned you to never walk back to your hotel alone at night. But after more than a few shots on Bourbon Street and a few hits of ecstasy, you were not exactly in an awakened state of mind. That is how the pathetic thugs in this town operate anyway, preying on the weak and hoping for whatever scraps are leftover from the bars and strip clubs. As he ruffled through your wad of twenty dollar bills, you sense a shift in the air. Someone is standing above you. Perhaps it was another neerdowell ready to finish you off, and yet… As you turn your head ever so slightly to the left, expecting to see a steel toed boot or some form of intimidating footwear, there stands what immediately looks like a bare foot. Are your eyes deceivi...