EmpressOfDarkness's blog: "Short Stories"

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It was the same thing every night; everyone joined TMR to listen to whichever DJ was playing that night. People were trickling in slowly. Some stayed and chatted for a bit, while others popped in and out. For the most part it was just the regulars who talked about their days, trying to kill time.
Little did everyone know there was an unwanted, hidden guest in the room. No one ever saw him so it wasn't as if the owner, DJ Chaotic Evil, could eject or ban him. Soon enough everyone nicknamed him 'Chester'. If you asked where the name came from, no one could really tell you. Everyone had their own theories, but no one knew for sure.
DJ Chaotic Evil, or just chaotic to his friends was waiting to take air when Chester made his appearance that night. Everyone was sitting behind their computers, listening to the music. The tunes were rockin' and every now and then there would be a request thrown out. The current DJ was keeping up, but he wasn't talking.
Personally, I was beginning to wonder if he could have been behind the mysterious Chester, but that was quickly ruled out when Chester kicked out the DJ. Gin'n'Juice, otherwise known as Gin to all the regulars in the room popped in, celebrating. Things were going well for her and she wanted to share the news. Before she even got a chance to say hi, she was tossed out by Chester.
It went like this throughout the evening. No one was immune, no one except me that is. Who am I, you're wondering? I'm EmpressofDarkness. Empress or empresso to my friends. I watch night after night as Chester racks up his victims. People curse him out but there's no stopping him. He's vicious. There's no sympathy or design to his choice of his victims. Sooner or later he gets you.
I wondered on more than one occasion if Chester didn't have his own special appeal to those in the lounge. People as a general rule had an insane view about violence. Most found it drew them to it, despite the horror. This wasn't by any means bloody or overly violent. It just... was.
I began asking around, discreetly of course. Curiosity was getting the better of me and I wanted to know where Chester came from. I began hearing rumors. The first came to me from one of the regulars, his name was Sexicutioner. He told me about a dude who haunted the site. To this I did nothing more than laugh. I thought that it was hilarious, how could someone 'haunt' a site? He couldn't be sure, he didn't have many details for me but he seemed convinced. I thanked him but still there was doubt in my mind. I spoke to xtasy4u720 about it. He didn't seem all that worried, although some nights Chester seemed to pick on him a lot.
TMR, which stood for Twizted Mindz Radio, had hired a new DJ. He went by the name of EggzD@Clown. This was the first time I'd ever seen just how vicious Chester could be. Eggz came in and every time he tried to type he was kicked. Everyone in the room thought it was funny. He tried for over an hour but kept disappearing. Finally he gave up, or so we thought at the time.
Chaotic was next. See the way it works is that he has to reboot in order to 'take air.' While this confused me, everyone else seemed to have no problem with it. When he tried to come in and take over for the current DJ, Chester stepped in. He was able to get out a random curse word before being, yet again, thrown from the room.
I decided to look more into the rumors of the site. Problem was, with a site this large where did i start? Who could I ask? I tried talking to Gin in the shoutbox, but she was new and didn't have many answers. She told me she'd ask around, but I didn't have much hope of hearing anything.
Things went like this for a while, I searched and searched for answers but was getting nowhere fast. I went back to Sexicutioner to see if he heard anything else. That was when I found out about Chaotic. He asked me if I'd been told what happened to him. I replied that I hadn't. He told me that Chaotic was found at his computer, dead.
I was in shock. How could this have happened? What happened? He wasn't sure but from what he'd heard, the site's page was open to where he had to insert the coding and he'd been electrocuted. I jolted in my seat. How was it possible to be electrocuted by one's computer, yet it still work? I didn't think that was possible. From what I was told, it was and the most peculiar part was that his fingers had fused to the keys.
Sexicutioner was freaked out to say the least. He was beginning to be afraid to go in the lounge, yet it was like a compulsion. It was like that for most of us. Til the night that Gin disappeared. With the disappearance of the latest DJ and Chaotic's passing, everyone was up in arms.
I was distraught. Everyone was. Panic quickly filled the lounge. Where had Eggz and Gin disappeared to? What happened to them. I began pushing for more answers. I started questioning people in other lounges and found that they too had the same problem. People were starting to disappear for no reason. People who had by and large been quite regular to the room.
The people I spoke to had different names for him but I found one major coincidence. All of the names chosen began with the letter C. I wasn't sure if there was a link to this but I decided to look into it. I began by using the local search engines, figuring I would start with the information that Sexicutioner had given me and go from there. Anything had to be better than sitting around waiting for more and more people to disappear.
What I found out startled me. This had been going on for years. TMR wasn't the first one hit. Something told me that it wouldn't be the last either. Somehow, someway this had to stop. I began looking for the source. Everything had one. I just had to find a way to it.
I began by talking to one of the DJ's, he asked that I not reveal his name for safety reasons. I thought that it was because if he did, then he could have been the next victim of Chester. Soon I was in. I logged into the site's main page and began looking around. I had no idea what I was looking for, but I figured if it was there then something would stand out.
Paydirt! I lucked out in the most unusual way. Names were popping off the page. Soon my computer screen was flashing as thousands of names scrolled down. Thousands, god what was going on? I wondered. Suddenly the screen went black. I was about to reboot when a message appeared. 'Reboot and die' it said. There was a cursor for me to type, so I quickly responded.
"Who are you?"
"I am Chester"
"What do you want?"
There was no response.
"What do you want?" I retyped.
Again, there was no response.
Getting angry, I typed, "Just what are you getting from this?" I knew there had to be a way to stop him but I couldn't do very much with a black screen. I had to think, yet I also knew I had to keep him talking.
"Reboot and die." This filled the screen over and over.
How had he gotten into my computer? I wondered. Well, if there was one thing I knew how to do well, it was bullshit my way through a situation.
"I know who you are." I typed when he had stopped.
"You can't know."
"Oh, I know more than you realize. I am going to stop you."
"You can't, I'm eternal."
"Oh no, you're not. You made one fatal mistake.
"I never make mistakes."
I could picture him sitting there behind the screen, sweat dripping down his temple. I had him now. I didn't know why i couldn't think of it before, but it was like a light bulb switched on in my head and I knew.
"Just tell me why!"
"You have nothing."
I knew we could go on like this for hours. Of course he was right, I did have nothing. There was no proof he was behind it all but at the same time, I knew. There was no one else it could have been.
"Was it a virus gone wrong?"
No response.
"A joke gone bad?"
I knew I was giving him an out but I had to get him to admit something. In the mean time I got my other computer up and running. For someone like me, running 2 computers was like trying to be in the driver seat of 2 different cars at the same time. Very nerve wracking.
Quickly, I pulled up the site and went to the lounge. Just as I thought he was there. People screamed out their usual hello's but he remained silent. I responded then told them I'd be right back.
Hopping back to the other computer screen I typed. "Have I confused you yet?" Then went back to the other screen. I knew he would blow it any time now. "You can't take over 2 at once can you?"
I went to work on my other computer, joining the two together so that I could find out where he was from. There I quickly hacked into his system from my working computer and activated his cam. I wanted to know who I was dealing with. I wasn't prepared for what was on my screen. There he was, just as I was expecting. My computer had given up the IP and I was lucky enough to match it up with his handle.
What stared back at me was nothing that I was expecting. His skin had withered and clung loosely. His cheekbones were easily made out despite the pallor of his skin. His eyes were sunken and glazed. Barely moving i wasn't entirely sure if he was even alive, til I saw him move, reaching for a smoke. With a few strokes of the keyboard I knew I had him.
"I keel you!"
His eyes flashed up and he saw the light on for the cam. Clutching his chest, he collapsed.
The final words on the screen appeared before everything went black. "Walter made me do it."

I never found out why all this started. The only thing I was glad for was that it was finally over. None of the missing members were ever seen again, which was unfortunate.