The Red Death Osmosis Jones Novels & Stories

She dragged on the coat and slotted the pistol into a belt she found in Robert's closet, fastening it tightly round her waist. "Do not ask me questions, Mary. If I do not return then that is because the fates have decreed it so. I will be with my husband either way. Now go." She shooed the girl away, before making sure she had all she needed. Red screamed out loud as she could feel that her head was splitting into two…who was that man whom she was seeing and why were the two cubs looking at her like that? The werewolf named Rick was lying dead at her feet and she was covered in blood. The pungent odour that reeked from her body made her nauseous.

He took a few minutes off to the coffee stand, filled his mug with the black liquid. Again, back to his puzzle room. Pictures of different girls spread all over the wall. Thread marking each common signs. He stared closely scrutinizing the pictures. Fuck. He cursed as he realised he had slowly begun to massage his groin. His eyes met Lisa, deceased, a couple of months before Becky. Blonde haired. Even as dead as she was, Jones knew the authority her body carried. She looked even more tortured like her death was slow, slower than the rest. The tear on her wrist extended towards her shoulder. Her collar bone looked like it was broken inside her.

Unnoticed pens and papers sprawled on the ground—a mess. The computers in front of them were of various sizes. Each monitor showcased various parts of the building, giving us access to what the people in the building were up to. “She was right beside us.” Theo stroked his chin, upset. “Come, look. Rewind the footage.” I went over to them. The man before that particular computer did as Theo asked, showing us the footage of a woman in all black stepping out of the elevator alongside a man. Where had I seen that face?

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

I’m alive and, all things considered, still in one piece in Death’s office. Death has an office. This impression is only the second one I get; the first was actually: W… T… F… The room I’m in is the exact setting of my vision. In all four directions, floor to ceiling, the walls are covered with computer monitors, every one of them showing a different video feed. The only thing I wasn’t able to foresee is their outlandish, hexagonal shape and how they all fit one another like the inside of a beehive. The material that makes up their edges is crude and looks like some whitish, waxy substance from an insect of abnormal size. Also, it’s not liquid crystal inside the monitors but water engineered

“Jenny! You ungrateful little rat! Your aunt treated you so well, and this is how you repay her? You’re going to drive me to my grave!” Infuriated, Edward grabbed a water glass from the table and threw it at Jenny. “You old fool! Do you think you can hit me? Go ahead and die already! The sooner you’re gone, the sooner I can get my inheritance! I wouldn’t have to live like this if you were dead.” With that, she slapped Edward twice, hard. I stared in disbelief at what was happening. Was Jenny completely out of her mind? “Y-You…” I watched as Edward struggled to breathe, gasping until he was barely drawing in air at all. Suddenly, I realized something was terribly wrong.

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

It was a cold evening so I drift into sleep easily. *dream scene* It happened again, Tied up on a chair surrounded by unknown people in a red veil chanting some words I can't decipher. Flashing images of the corpses on the crime scene fill up my brain. I tried to wake up but I can't. The room suddenly being filled up with red substances that I presumed to be blood. It quickly arises as the chanting grew louder and louder. Blood drips from the side of the walls and before I realized It was neck deep. The blood grew deeper and deeper until I was completely submerged into it. I hold my breath as long as I could but I can't keep it up anymore. I feel my lungs about to explode, my heart rate incr

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

I was eager to experience that kind of love from him. His body straightens and he has a deep frown. I look at him with confusion, but he doesn’t say anything. I ask in a soft voice, “Ozzy, what’s going on?” He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even look at me. I notice the gas first, I’ve smelled this scent so many times before when they were trying to make it. Osborn has elf in his blood, he’ll knock out first, but it causes wolves to pass out as well.