Uncle Frank
Chapter One
The house on Lodovico Street had been vacant for many, many years after the so-called 'murder' of the Cottons. The real estate agencies didn't know what to do, they were unsure if the house was left to anyone, looking through a will that Larry had printed up did not name anyone the heir to it, they deemed sale to the public. The Green's were the first people to look at it, but they didn't like the general location of the house and the fact that the house seemed too sentient, almost as if something were watching or waiting for you, they passed quickly. Lauren Cane and her husband had been looking for a house abroad, they were tired of living in the dreary United States, even if they were insanely rich. Lauren had her husband Bruce investigate real estate around London, and some how or another, he found this house. Lauren requested photos of it first, and was amazed, it was quite large for her taste, and any additions could be made if the need was fit.
They bought the house on a Friday, June the 14th and moved into it on the 23rd, a Sunday.
Lauren was in love at first sight, it had a dreary weatherworn feeling that she quickly embraced and quickly explored the house. "Honey," she called, Bruce only grunted something inaudible, she knew he was listening, "What do you say we keep this wallpaper and design, Bruce, I really like it!" Bruce grunted more and then sighed, "If you like, have you seen any other rooms at the top?" Lauren was busy sifting through some boxes when she realized there was a white outline, the type that police use to mark where corpses were. "Bruce, Bruce, come here, quickly!" Lauren shrieked as she stared down at where this figure would have layed, in a small storage room on the top floor. Bruce ran up the stairs with lightning reflexes and then found Lauren, standing by the wall of the room, in shock. "What is it, sweetheart?!" Bruce yelled as he grabbed her and held her tight. "What the hell is that, Bruce!? You didn't tell me people died in this house!" Bruce sighed and rubbed her shoulders, "The old owners were found murdered, the police thought the guy's daughter had something to do with it, she was taken to an insanity ward, under the care of 'Channard' somebody..." The mention of Channard caused Lauren to flinch for some reason, "And anyway this sucker goes crazy and half of his patients are murdered, and then one of the movers is killed in some freak accident." Lauren held Bruce close, "What happened to the daughter?" "You remember that television show 'Discussion Hour with Kirsty Cotton', that was her. She struck it big, or so I heard, a big businesswoman, or something." Lauren nodded and began to unpack things as Bruce knelt to help her. Across the landing, in the Damp Room, which showed no sign of decay even since the death of the Cottons and the coming of the Cenobites, a voice whispered "Kirsty...."
Chapter 2
It had been two weeks and three days and Lauren was happily at ease and enjoying her new home. Bruce, even though he was extremely rich, had found a job to pass the time that he could spend working around the home, Lauren had the house for herself, he figured. Lauren had cleaned and filled every room but the Damp Room, it just seemed to the last one on her list, it was to be used as a junk room and Guest Room for those people you truly hate, she said to herself. Bruce had moved two old mattresses to be used as a makeshift bed and a vanity mirror was push against the left wall. Lauren hated this room, the draft always felt like a warm breath against the back of her neck and she never was at ease. She stood in the Damp Room now, standing still for no reason, she felt as if she was being watched, strangely. The phone rang downstairs, the perfect escape, she ran to grab it as the door shut by itself, she didn't notice.
"Hello, Lauren Cane here," she announced, the receiver in one hand and a duster in the other. "Hey, honey, this is Bruce, listen, I'm going to be a little late for dinner tonight, work stuff, y'know, listen, could you go shopping for a big meal?" Lauren nodded, "Sure honey, what do you want?" "Hmmm, I don't know, maybe some spaghetti and bread, maybe?" Lauren nodded,"I'll do it, sweetie." "Thanks, babe, you're a life saver, say, when are you going to go? My lunchbreak is coming up and I don't wanna interrupt you, I'll just grab a sandwhich." "Well, Bruce, I'm thinking of going in the next ten minutes, why?" "No reason, just don't want to bother you" "Ok, I love you." "Me too." Lauren hung the phone up and went to grab a shower while Bruce stepped outside of his office with a lovely woman around his arm.
The woman's name was Maria and she was a co-worker of Bruce, and she looked gorgeous. She was fit, for Bruce's eyes, large breasts and blonde hair and a bubbely sense that Bruce tried to take advantage of. Bruce wasn't that bad looking, either; early 30-ish, cropped brown hair, baby blue eyes and a nice body that was the product of a personal trainer. They both stepped out of his car and he loosened his navy blue tie and shrugged off his grey coat, "Just getting more comfortable, c'mon inside, I'll fix us something to eat." Bruce was a natural charmer, and knew with little effort he could have himself inside Maria in no more than ten minutes. Bruce stepped in and called out to Lauren, no answer, which was extremely good now, he looked back to Maria who was standing behind him, not saying a word. "C'mon upstairs, I've got to grab something." Maria simpily nodded and followed Bruce, she knew what he had in mind when he said 'grab', it didn't bother her, in fact it turned her on, she could still attract men like rotted meat attracts insects. Bruce got to the Damp Room door and slowly pushed it open as light trickeled in from the still newspapered windows. "Its a little stuffy in here, y'know, I don't know why, just...um...have a seat" Maria smiled to herself in her mind, the only seat was the makeshit bed with fresh sheets and pillows. Maria simpily went to the bed corner and sat down, undoing one coat button and leaning over at Bruce. Bruce stood by the mirror and undid his white collar shirt, "You're beautiful, y'know that, don't you?" "Yes, thank you" Maria had a soft soothing British accent, one that turned on Bruce even more. "What do you think of me?" Bruce simpily asked as he undid the buttons on his wrists. "I think you're a handsome sweet man, come on over here and sit, I don't like to be alone." Bruce slid off his shirt and stood over Maria, wearing only dress pants, socks, and shoes. "You're sexy, Bruce, what do you have in mind?" "Maria...." She simpily stood up and took off her coat, tossing it over to the vanity, undoing her shirt and bra, she threw them over the bed. Bruce was overcome by her raw beauty and began to kiss her, licking her face and squeezing her exposed breasts.
"It's time," Bruce stated, and he removed his pants, she undid her skirt ensemble, in a moment, both were naked and on the bed, ravaging each other. When it came time to ejaculate, Bruce had reminded himself, he wouldn't do it inside of her, he could get her knocked up or leave evidence that this had happened, he was smart about doing this, she wasn't the first, and she surely wasn't the last. So it came to that time, and Bruce pulled himself up and began to shoot wildly, hitting her stomach and leaving some on the walls, some dripped and splashed down to the floor, he collapsed onto her body, he hadn't had an orgasm like that with Lauren in years. He went to the bathroom to freshen up and returned, donning his clothes as Maria donned hers, they were both gone, in his mind, this was the best thing to happen to him in months, in his real life, this event never happened.
Chapter 3
Bruce had returned from work late, as he said he would, and found Maria slaving over the stove, dinner almost complete. "Hey hun, you done cooking?" She shook her head, "Nope, almost though, why don't you go wash up and I'll set your plate." He nodded and went upstairs, but not to the bathroom. He tip-toed his way into the Damp Room to look for any evidence of his 'exploit', there was a small stain on the mattress, but you had to be looking for it, he was more worried about the stain that would be on the wall, but it wasn't there. "Shit, did she clean it up?" Bruce muttered to himself, he quickly left back to the kitchen, not paying attention to anything but the wall. "Hey, hun, did you get to cleaning that Damp Room today?" She finished putting his dinner on his plate and shook her head, "Nope, going to work on it tomorrow, looks like bad rain and I won't be able to do the outside work." Bruce nodded, "I'm sleepy, I'm eating and going to bed." Lauren nodded, "Rough day at work?" "You could say that." Lauren nodded, "Well...I'm sleepy too, I ate already, fix more if you want it." Lauren instead went up to the Damp Room, Bruce never cared about housework, it wasn't like him. She stood in the middle of it as murky light filtered through the newspaper cracks when she saw something scurry across the floor. She quickly turned into the direction and moved back, hunched over was a man, naked, or so it appeared, in the corner. "Br....." she went to scream but was muzzeled with terror as the figure came into the light, the figure of Skinless Frank. "Shh...Lauren, don't talk...don't talk....I'm Frank...Frank Cotton.." Lauren moved back some, biting her lip, "How do you know my name?!" she yelled in a hushed tone, Frank smiled, or so "it's" face appeared to. "I've been listening, Lauren, your husband and you talk to loud, you awoke the dead." Lauren moved back, "You're dead, we awoke you?" Frank took a step toward her and put his hand to his lip, "I'm not dead and you didn't awake me, but your husband did, old Bruce and his flings with girls, his bodily nutrients got me to this point, I need more!" Lauren was against the corner, "What are you saying?" Frank laughed maniacally, but in an undertone, "I mean he fucked a dumb cunt right on that bed, his semen splattered around, to remove any evidence....smart one, he is." "I don't believe youI You're not real!" Frank laughed, "I tried to tell myself that, this sounds like deja' vu you're lucky the Box isn't here, you're lucky they aren't coming like they did last time." Frank's mood changed, "...come here, let me hold you..." Lauren ran past him and shut the door hard, running to the kitchen to be near Bruce.
Bruce had said he'd be late again, and Lauren understood, or understood from another angle, she left at his lunchbreak, went to the supermarket for another dinner. Bruce followed suit with the same action as yesterday, a different girl, however. She looked like Maria but with brownish hair and larger breasts, a name tag read "Helen" on her business jacket. Bruce lead her up the stairs and to the Damp Room, "In here for a sec, I've got to get something," he stated, the same corny line. Helen followed suit the same way Maria did, in three minutes she was getting ravaged by Bruce and he knew he would follow his 'plan', and he did. He went crazier this time with more moaning, his eyes shut, he didn't see Skinless Frank lurking in the shadows behind a beam, waiting. Bruce finished and went to the bathroom as Helen stood up, completely nude. "Hey pretty," a voice said, Helen turned around to see Frank standing there, his arms outstretched, "Give me a kiss, baby," he rushed up to her and pressed his lips against hers, fondiling her body, sucking the nutrients from her. A minute later her body was a shell of decayed nutrients and he dropped her to the ground, he shut the door and listened to Bruce's footsteps lightly returning. Bruce opened the door and walked in, seeing the uber-decayed body of Helen on the ground, he shot a quick glance to the left and saw Skinless Frank, in a moment, he was over powered and slaughtered, his nutrients robbed from him, for good measure, Frank licked up the semen too.
An hour later and Frank was amazed, his plan had carried out. He was stuck in his Hell when he went to Leviathan and asked Leviathan to put him back on Earth, give him the ability to rob and gain Larry's skin, Larry Cotton, his brother, in order to get Kirsty. Leviathan granted this, and Frank guessed he sped up the process of gaining skin, in two complete victims and two seperate quanities of semen, he had the skin of his brother, albeit his back was devoid of it. He had the perfect plan, he picked up the two corpses and drug them into the spare room, dressed in some of Bruce's old clothes and got an old jacket, he then went outside and waited. In twenty more minutes Lauren's car pulled up and she wondered why Bruce was home so early, his lunchbreak was over thirty minutes ago. She left the food inside the car and went inside, Frank made his move. He walked to the doorstep and rang the doorbell, Lauren came to him. "Yes, may I help you?" 'Larry' smiled at her, "My name is Larry, I've come to fix your leak." Lauren shook her head, "Didn't request it to be fixed, nothing wrong with it." Lauren also realized there was no vehicle outside, Larry's face went sour, "This /is/ Lodovico Street, isn't it?" Lauren noticed his voice wasn't accented, it was American also. "Yes, why?" "Because Frank Cotton requested it," with those words said he advanced upon Lauren and clubbed her in the head, her nutrients his to take.
Chapter Four
Frank spent two weeks working out fake passports and I.D's, he learned the tricks of the trade while he was living his life of crime. Frank also noticed his hand, he cut it was a knife and began to tended it with Neosporin and other medicines to heal it, it looked like the real Larry's scar from the nail. During this time he began to draw Bruce's money and possessions, his car was nice, too nice, for Frank's taste, he had heard Kirsty was a big celebrity, or of at least some notoriety, so he checked the internet, and found some information about his 'darling daughter'. She lived somewhere in Beverly Hills, or so he read, it wasn't that bad, he'd take a plane to somewhere in Houston and drive the rest of the way, remember Larry's actions and attitude. He was angry about his switchblade, he couldn't get that onto a plane, but he knew any decent flea market in the U.S would probably have one, and so he preapred to leave. It took a while to get over, the customs officials noted that Larry Cotton was deceased, 'Larry' came up with a nice comicial story about how the stupid doctor filled out 'deceased' when he worked on a simple nail scratch, he even showed them the scar to add to comic relief. Soon he was in the U.S, in Houston, when he used Bruce Cane's money to get a rental car, it was a nice luxury car, Bruce Cane would afford it. He drove across Texas and checked several small shops, eventually, he found a switchblade that remsembled his, it would be fate if it was his, but he knew it wasn't. The next day he drove to Los Angeles without sleep and eventually got to Kirsty's house. It wasn't as well protected as the 'real' celebrity's houses, but it was nice and secure, two story, loads of room, 'Larry' had to admit she had taste. He pulled the car up to her driveway and hopped out, his right hand in his pocket, around the switchblade. Kirsty had heard the car pull up, she was dressed in her best designer suit and carried a botteled water in her hand, she went to the door as she heard footsteps. "Hello?" she called out, not seeing the person but hearing him, her face went white when she saw Larry staring at her. "Heya, Kirsty, mind if I come in?" Kirsty was in shock, her daddy was back and alive! She ran to hug and embrace him, "Daddy, daddy you're alive, oh thank God you're alive, I love you, daddy, I love you!" 'Larry' smiled, "Yeah, kiddo, its been something, I've waited all these years to say three simple words to you." Kirsty was like a kid in a candy store, lovingly in Nirvana with her father back. "I love you too, Daddy", 'Larry' smiled and slid the switchblade out, opened it without her knowing, "No, kiddo, these three words are....'COME TO DADDY'....." there was a pause that lasted only a second but felt like an eternity, Kirsty realized this wasn't her father, she heard that voice before, so distant, her mind blanked...and she remembered....Uncle Frank. She tried to get away, but Frank drove the blade into her back, she muzzeled out a shriek of pain as Frank put his mouth to her mouth and began to kiss her, a moment later taking her nutrients like he planned to many, many years ago.