Category: New Osiris

New Osiris CH 1 PRT 2

Jenny stared out her window into the black abyss that would be the backyard. It has been a nightly ritual to her now, for the past three years. For an hour after the sun would set and the air of night crept into all creation, she would stand watch.  She constantly had to pull her curly dark hair out of her face, afraid of what might happened if she blinked. The scars on her torso, arms and legs burned each night. She knew Jack was looking for her. What was worse is she knew he wasn’t Jack anymore. Her once protective and loving brother warped into that being, that creature their senile grandmother created. She knew he was Osiris now. And she knew Osiris wanted to finish the job.

 Unlike Osiris, Jenny was given to more stable family members (she was never told where her brother is). Outside her bedroom door watched her Aunt Cindy. She was her aunt by marriage, but she tried to take care of Jenny as her own daughter. Cindy watched closely, rubbing her arms. Goosebumps begin to appear on her smooth ebony skin. Cindy walked away from the bedroom door to go check the thermostat.

 Cindy looked at the temperature. She tilted her head. She was nearly shivering and it was 80 degrees. It made no since to her; she tapped the indicator a little too hard and broke a nail. She grimaced and retracted her hand, scanning it. It was a close snap too!

 Cindy made her way to the kitchen to get some glue for her nail. She wanted to be quick so she picked up her pace. Suddenly, as she hurried into the kitchen she slipped on the tile. With a soft thud she landed in a dazed. Her rolls rolled in pain. After a few seconds she began to focus again. But someone was on top of her. A young boy, barely in his teenage years had his foot on her throat. He was pale, paler than anything Cindy has ever seen in her life. This boy had the eyes of a beast, not anything of human. It flashed a smile of sharp, white canines. It was the same smile a cat would give to a lizard before dismembering it. Cindy tried to scream but the foot on her neck made even breathing impossible. The pale boy twisted his foot with force and speed. He didn’t have shoes on, he had cleats. With the friction the small spikes had and the forced on the tender jugular, her neck slit open. The white tile stained with the blood of innocence.

 “Oh Jenny. Why did you kill your aunt?” the pale boy laughed.


 Jenny shot up from her bed. She strained her ears and picked up some sort of sobbing from downstairs. She jumped out of her bed and ran down the stair cases. She held her pajama bottoms up so she wouldn’t trip over them. Her fears were confirmed when she was caught her cousin. Her eyes went wide. In the kitchen was her aunt, neck slit. Her uncle was in the corner with his fellow police officers.

 Her cousin lost her grip and Jenny ran to the body but was stopped by her cousin again. She heard her whisper, “Isn’t those your softball cleats, Jen?”

New Osiris Chapter One

New Osiris


  A coldness filled the warm, dark room. Not cold as in wind or air, but a feeling of death, gloom, loss. Jenny felt the cold blade rest against her warm, tender flesh. She’d bit her lip if her mouth wasn’t gagged. Tears stung her eyes but she could still see her surrounding, blurry or clear.

 The fire crackled in the fireplace, giving the family room (if she would consider this a family) warmth and little light. Sitting on a rocking chair, gently rocking was her grandmother, chanting from a large book as if she was praying. Her white hair dwindled to almost nothing, her wrinkles deepened in the dim light. As she softly spoke, her lips caved in where her teeth were missing. In front of the rocking chair, like an obedient puppy, sat Jenny’s elder brother Jack. He was pale, almost as a corpse in a coffin, his eyes sullen and he was without a shirt. Hieroglyphics littered his body, and on his chest a crook and flail was proudly displayed.

 The elderly grandmother stopped speaking, her eyes lifted from the book. Lightening flashed in the window, thunder shaking the foundation of the house. Jack went from an emotionless statue to a silent phantom of movement to his sister. She was only seven, but she attempted to break free of her bounds like an amazon. Nothing. She laid helpless as the blade that rested at ease on her side, was picked up for malicious intent. Dark eyes of a creature stared at her with her brother’s face. She was never afraid of Jack’s pale features, not until he started listening to their grandmother.

 “The essence of sibling rivalry shall create the catalyst for your reincarnation,” the grandmother breathed, with whispered cackles. “Your ancient brother killed you in the previous life. Now take her life for yours to be returned.”

 Jenny tried to scream, but the gag wouldn’t let her. She felt the sting as the blade traced her chest in the shape of a crook. The grandmother let out cackle madly as lightening flicked constantly as her blood began to drain. She began to read the book in her hand out loud. Jenny didn’t know what language it was for sure. Her blood smeared her brother’s face. He was just ten years old, but living on a farm gave him practice how to do bloodletting.

 She began to drift on the edge of unconsciousness. She could hear a new sound, this time not thunder.

 Police officers stormed into the room as Jenny’s eyes closed. Jack looked back at the officers, their guns withdrawn. He let out a smile, his teeth and gums dripped with the blood of his sister. The grandmother continued to chant. The police chief walked in, as if knowing what to expect. His round eyes went from the smiling Jack to the chanting grandmother. He just shook his head, as if ashamed. One of the officer’s checked the body of Jenny.

 “We have a pulse, chief!”

 “Chief, what are your orders?”

 He didn’t answer. All he could do was look at the boy, who seemed contempt. He walked to Jack, who remained still.

 “What’s your name, son?”

 The grandmother laughed, “His name is Osiris! Osiris walks among us again!”