I am an absolute sucker for caffeine. It all started in college when I pulled my first All-Nighter. I specifically remember all of my shady friends getting into hard drugs, Adderall, ProVigil and all other no-so-legal methods of either feeling good, or becoming extremely energetic.
I've always been energetic, and I never got into drugs, since Rehab is a family tradition, but I still craved a rush of some sort, and boy did I find it. My name is Jason Ramos, and this is my story.
A late night out in college when I was DD started one hell of a journey, and I'd like to tell it from the beginning. It was 2:30 AM, I wasn't drunk, just exhausted, and I had to get gas, and a coffee ASAP. I pull over to the shady Citgo not too far from the old, broken-down house I was renting, and I went in for a bag of sunflower seeds (my personal alternative to smoking, as I have lost 2 family members to lung cancer.)
I walk inside, and there isn't a soul in sight, not even a cashier. The evil voice in my head told me to grab a cup of coffee and book it without saying a word, but sounder minds prevailed. As I made my way to the fridge, I debated re-stocking our apartment's beer supply with a 12 pack of Buds, but I continuously need to remind myself that I'm fucking broke. Something in that fridge, however, made me curious enough to not give a shit.
There was an absolute rainbow of Monster Energy drinks, each one more vibrant and cool looking than the next. I start to ponder my choices, and I open the door while thinking to myself "I wonder what this one tastes li..."
"NEED HELP FINDING ANYTHING?"
I spun around so fast I thought I'd get a concussion on the Refrigerator door. The question, which was louder than would be considered an inside voice broke the silence like a boulder through a stained-glass church window. I spun around to see my interrogator, and I began to answer "I think I ha..." before the mere sight of my interrogator left me frozen.
I can't explain this woman's physical attributes to paint an accurate picture. She appeared to be in her early-twenties like myself, but the skin around her face looked worn, as if she were in her fifties, or as if she hasn't slept in weeks.
She wore a tank top and was thin to the point of emaciation, with wiry muscles and veins popping out of her arms and with round, ripped deltoids. Her hair was jet black and straight, but in a braid, almost like Wednesday Adams, and it hung above her waistline. Her legs had the same appearance as her arms, insanely thin but with almost surreal muscle tone and an excess of veins. The skin around her arms and legs also looked as if it was 20 years older than her.
There was definitely something off about her voice, it was slightly too loud and youthful, but it had a menacing tone, an almost seductive tone, but with a hint of evil. She smiled warmly when we locked eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved upward almost like a cartoon character's smile, and her eyebrows pointed down towards her nose, in a perfectly symmetrical curve, as if the letter S was stretched outwards to be almost a straight line, but only a little curvature was left.
Above her nose her eyebrows were flat but they swiftly curved upward at a nearly 45 degree angle before straightening again at the top. As friendly as she seemed, the hair on my neck stood up. Something was definitely off about this woman.
"No, I...I...I think I have everything, thanks! Haha..." I stammered nervously. I was usually nervous around women, but I felt genuinely uncomfortable, I don't care how tired I was, I wanted to get out of there and go home, but my inner nice guy surfaced.
"Well, actually...I haven't had a monster, any recommendations?"
"THE RED ONE. ULTRA RED." She said with almost no hesitation. "No sugar, best taste, I know you'll like it." She softened, in a borderline flirtatious manner. She really emphasized the 'I know you'll like it.'
"What about the Blue? I wanna try..."
-"Take the Ultra Red" she almost demanded, and being the non-confrontational person I am, I took one out and read the back of the can. There was a message talking about how the flavor is the best thing in the world since sliced bread and how it came to be and whatnot, followed by what I can only imagine to be a list of ornately named poisons, then the infamous, but expected warning label. The part of it that stuck out to me was "Do not consume more than 3 cans per day."
"What happens when you consume more than 3 cans per day? Do you get sick or just super fucking wired?"
She smiled menacingly and just laughed "Don't worry about it, tell you what, you buy a 6-pack, I'll give you the one in your hand for free." Obviously I am too poor to turn down any kind of a deal, so I graciously accepted. "You seem really tired, why don't you give that one a try right now?" She quickly asked as soon as I turned towards the register.
"Oh... no I'll just... I stuttered before she took a long graceful step towards me, only a foot away from me and said in a seductive, but unsettling tone, "Try it. I insist. You'll enjoy it." At this point I am red in the face, flustered and slightly aroused at the same time. Her warm breath smelled Hawaiian Punch and something I couldn't discern, she tilted her head slightly forward when she said it, making her downward curved eyebrows look even more sinister. I folded like a cheap piece of origami and obliged.
I cracked open the can and took a sip. The tasted was a combination of Hawaiian Punch and Tonic Water, it was much more pleasant than I expected. I went to comment on its flavor when she leaned in and said lasciviously "FINISH IT." Her right eye twitched and her smile turned into an expression of sexual desire. I noticed her breathing get heavier when I stopped, jammed my thumb into the top of the can, widening the hole and chugged the monster like I was mad at it.
As I finished, in one swift motion I crunched the can in my hand and threw it aggressively into the trash without losing eye contact with her. She looked as if she was about to get off, and I played along despite my lack of experience. "I fucking loved it" I said with a fake confidence, but with a slight rush of the caffeine taking effect. As I turned away and stormed to the counter to pay, I didn't think I could keep my cool if I watched her facial expressions any longer, and I didn't want her to see that I had a hard on.
She took several deep exasperated breaths as she made her way behind the counter and said with a hint of relief, "That'll be $9.99. Enjoy them, they'll treat you well." She raised her eyes from the counter to meet mine, and she bit her bottom lip. The sexual tension was enough to curb my curiosity for the time being. I took them and I said while pathetically trying to be smooth,
"Here's 20, put the rest on pump 2, don't worry, I'll come again," to which she replied "So will I..." with that too familiar unsettling tone. Right as I opened the door, my senses hit me all at once, her breath smelled like Ultra Red Monster, and I still never got an answer about drinking more than 3 cans per day. By this point I'm starting to get wired. My two idiot friends Mark and Drew are still passed out drunk in my car. As I'm halfway out the door I turn around and ask "What will happen if I drink more than 3..."
The frail, evil looking cashier was nowhere in sight. I'm fucking confused now because I took my eyes off the counter for not even 10 seconds and she disappeared without a sound. This is weird, but I gotta fill my car, it's almost 3:00 AM. I get to the pump and start filling up my old crappy Chevy Nova, when a homeless man walks up to the car from what looks to be the middle of nowhere, like the guy came straight out of the woods behind the station. He wore a old raggedy leather jacket, even though the summer mornings in Northwest Florida hover in the 80's, and his eyes were covered in cataracts and heavily bloodshot.
Before I even began telling him that I was probably more broke than he was, he gets a stone cold, glazed over look on his face, and makes a cross symbol with his fingers as he emits terrified grunts at my bag. The bag of Monsters. Ok, now I'm starting to get freaked out, I look down and ask "What'll happen if I drink more than three in a day?" He shot me a horrified look and grabbed my collar with dirty, calloused hands.
"DON'T DO IT! THE THIRST WILL NEVER BE QUENCHED! THE APPETITE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED! IT WILL NEVER STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"
I immediately push him away and stumble back, tripping over the gas hose, and when I regain my balance and look, the homeless man was sprinting back into the woods behind the Citgo, and to add to this epic night of weirdness, the Cashier was pressed against the window staring at me, but this time she looked almost demonic. I saw two white orbs where her brown eyes were supposed to be, and the surreal curved smile she had curved up even higher creating a silhouette that sent a chill up my spine. I need to get the fuck out of here right now. I'm officially experiencing the full effect of a Monster and I'm freaking out.
I get in the car and look in the mirror, my eyes are opened to the point of my eyeballs bulging, I have an unintentionally angry look on my face which I attributed to the caffeine, and I put the car in first gear and floor it. I drove 6 miles in about 4 minutes and miraculously didn't get pulled over.
We arrive and I wake Mark and Drew with some slaps to the cheek. "Fuck dude! Jus lemme go o'erthere ans sleep!" Drew slurred. Mark didn't even say a word, he grunted and made it into the house without even opening his eyes. I turned the lights on, but it hit me, there was no way I was going to sleep that night. I was way too amped from the caffeine and still shaken about the entire gas station episode. In fact, I felt pretty good, I decided to get some studying done.
6:00 AM passes, and right before the sun rose I swear I saw a thin figure in the grass field behind the house, but I'm sure it's nothing. I may just be panicking. I got this house so fucking clean it's unreal. My room, the boy's rooms and the entire downstairs are completely organized and clean. Drew is still passed out on the couch and Mark is still in his room in a comatose state.
The day hasn't even started yet and I accomplished more than I do in a week. Regardless of how good I felt, the curiosity was killing me, what if I had just three more cans? No, I couldn't. Maybe just one more, since I knew I would crash mid-day if I didn't, so against my better judgment I took out my pocket knife and shotgunned Monster #1 out of the 6-pack. I felt slightly bloated from all the liquid and had to pee almost instantly, then I got incredibly thirsty for some water. I chugged 2 cups of water, and then I felt a shift.
I suddenly had a sensation of elevated strength, and it felt fantastic. I don't care what time it was and how little sleep I was on, I needed to do something athletic NOW. I dropped and busted out 50 pushups. It wasn't enough. I ran upstairs to Drew's pull-up bar and hammered out 20 pull-ups, the most I've ever gotten was 8. I feel amazing. I did another 50 pushups. I did another 20 pull-ups.
My muscles are expanding and veins are surfacing, and it felt incredible. I looked at the clock and saw the another 2 hours had gone by. It was already 8:00 AM and I have already cleaned my house and exercised, and I can't get enough of this rush, but I needed to get to class.
I rush over to UWF campus, leaving my drunken roommates in their vegetative states, and I realized that I got there 10 minutes faster than usual. I must've driven over there way too fast, but I didn't care. The entire morning session goes by and I have an encyclopedia of notes for normally boring Economics and English Literature. Not that I found them remotely interesting but I retained almost everything I learned, but something was wrong.
A wave of hunger hit me like a brick wall and I needed to eat something NOW. I run off campus in the Nova to the Papa John's and order 2 large meat lovers pizzas for myself. I inhaled them at an alarming rate while driving back home, but I started to get thirsty, and I hadn't ordered a drink. I checked my back seat for a water when the voice in my head shouted "No fucking way."
The 5/6 full 6 pack of Monster was back there, I forgot that I threw it back there with my backpack, and it was enticing me to drink number three. I knew I shouldn't, I can't, it would be excessive and I shouldn't even thi..."
"DO IT."
A sinister but almost feminine voice boomed in my head. I was so torn between my thirst and focusing on driving that I wasn't entirely sure if I was hearing things or if I just thought the words "DO IT." by myself. I never think in a woman's voice, a demonic one nonetheless. I need to drive home and get water. I think I'm dying, I am so fucking thirsty, I can't even concentrate on the road.
I come to a red light. FUCK! I need to get home immediately, this isn't normal. I watched the people and their children cross the street, but at the corner of my eye, I saw one person standing at the corner, facing my car, not moving, but just pointing at my car. It looked almost too thin to be a person, but it vaguely resembled a thin woman with very long hair. I turned to look and nothing was there. I am so goddamned thirsty at this point.
When the light turns green, I just floor it, but some jerk-off ran the red light and I almost T-Boned him, oh he's fucking dead. I chased after him, infuriated with him interfering with my pathway to hydration, and as if it were straight out of an episode of Cops, I hit his rear bumper and turned, causing his Lincoln Zephyr to spin out. We got out of our cars at the same time to face each other.
"What's your fucking problem?!" I shouted at him, with my sleeves rolled up storming toward his car. He stepped out. He was a rich schmuck in a suit with Maui Jim sunglasses, that wouldn't have deterred me, but his Sig Sauer on his hip did. I immediately retreated to my car in a sprint. I wasn't fast enough.
The sound of the Sig firing was loud enough to scare everyone within a quarter mile that wasn't in a car, and the impact of the bullet on my right hamstring collapsed me while in a full sprint to my car, I collapsed into my front seat, watching my sweat pants turn red at an alarming rate. I was getting lightheaded and terribly thirsty. What the fuck was I thinking starting road rage with somebody without a weapon in my car? I should've went straight home. The rich schmuck was walking casually towards me with a smile of contempt and satisfaction. A real sociopath. No way was I getting out of this alive. Unless...
Fuck it. I took the knife out of my pocket, jammed a hole into one of the Monsters and twisted to make a circle, and I shotgunned it in the prone position. The angle was so uncomfortable I almost vomited, but I got it down without him even noticing. I wasn't thirsty anymore. The pain from my bullet wound disappeared almost at once, I felt my face contort into an expression of rage, my eyebrows point downward at an impossible angle, and my breathing become deliberate and exaggerated, almost like a Mortal Combat Character.
I contained my rage, I had to bait this asshole. I hid my knife under my stomach and laid prone, as motionless as possible. When he was above three feet away, he said with a smug tone "This is why nobody fucks with Robbie." That self-centered asshole referred to himself in third person, as he raised his Sig again. He wasn't prepared.
In one swift motion, I turned and threw my knife sidearm, and with remarkable precision, it stuck right in his Solar Plexus. He instantly dropped his gun and stumbled backwards, I had a remarkable sense of clarity and knew almost exactly what to do. In one movement, I grabbed the knife handle, kicked his chest with my heel, forcing him backwards and causing the serrated edge of my knife to drag out a litany of gore with it.
Before he even knew what happened, I picked him up over my head, threw him down face first into the pavement, and landed the ball of my heel against his temple with a nauseating 'crunch.' Fortunately, the road we were on was off in a quiet enough area where there were no witnesses, but I still had a body to dispose of. Well, the man had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his passenger seat. How convenient.
As this incredible high I was experiencing grew stronger, my boundaries lifted. I felt as if my strength had no limits, and my fear and trepidation were gone. I knew what I had to do. I put "Robbie" back in his car. I took my knife, searched for the gas tank, and jammed a hole into it, creating my liquid fuse. Once the trail of gasoline was long enough, I hopped in my car, lit one of his cigarette, took an impossibly long drag, and flicked it towards the gasoline trail.
It rolled, the upon contact with the little flammable river, started a line of flames that grew in intensity before causing a majestic fireball to erupt in my rearview mirror. I smiled an evil smile, and when I noticed my own face in my rearview mirror, I was almost horrified.
I had this cartoonish smile that curved upward too much and these impossibly mean-looking eyebrows. My eyes, which were once blue, were now an icy blue and bulging, almost as if I were wearing artificial lenses. My face looked as if I had aged ten years. I had the face of a 35 year old, but I am 24. I was filled with a combination of ecstasy and rage. I wanted to break something, crush something, DESTROY SOMETHING. I rushed home, it wasn't even noon yet and it's been a terrifying day. But first, I had a pit stop to make.
I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't return to the Citgo and confront the long-haired woman. I needed to find out what the fuck was happening to me and exactly what would happen if I had one more Monster. I also needed a neutral restroom to wash the blood off my hands. I rage-walked into the Citgo mini-mart, which was unsurprisingly empty. I needed answers now.
"LISTEN TO ME WOMAN, YOU NEED TO GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ME? I JUST KILLED A MAN AND COMMITTED ARSON! GET THE FUCK IN HERE RIGHT NOW! SHOW YOURSELF!"
"I see you're on number 3. It's always entertaining to watch somebody's first time." She was right behind me. She had the same aged-look, but youthful demeanor.
I turned and debated crushing her between my now pumped up hands. Everything on my body was pumping. My veins protruded, and I felt like my skin had tightened, as if I had actually lost a substantial amount of weight in a short time span. I would have crushed her if I didn't have a giant epiphany. She was the one staring at me from the grass field. She was the one on the street corner. Who was this woman? Even better, what was this woman?
"What the fuck is happening?! I feel amazing, but I am going to destroy something. Something is seriously wrong with me!"
She smiled that distorted, cartoonish smile when she replied, "The Homeless Man talked to you, didn't he?"
"Holy shit, I did. Who was he? Why did he tell me not to drink more than 3?" I was too curious. She seemed to enjoy my state of panic.
"He was an example of what happens when you stop at 3, you see the closer you get, the longer and more devastating the crash is. He crashed 4 years ago, and he was such a mess that he lost everything. He tried to take too much too fast, and seeing as you've already had 3 on your first try, you're not that far behind him." She sneered.
"What do I do?!" I was beyond consolation, I was livid and scared. "Is there another way? Am I gonna crash like that?"
"You have two options. One is to gorge yourself with water and go through the most miserable crash of your life, hopefully you'll still be able to retain half of your motor skills and functions." This option scared the shit out of me.
"I don't care what option two is, if I can remain myself, I need it! I can't turn into a mental case now!"
"You really wanna know what happens when you have number 4? I can't tell you, you have to find out for yourself. But I assure you you will live the rest of your life with regret if you never find out."
You know what, fuck it. I stormed right over to her fridge, ripped a cold Ultra Red monster out, jabbed a hole in it with my blood soaked knife and twisted. I was about to shotgun my fourth monster and I was gonna fucking like it. Even more entertaining, I KNEW she was gonna like it even more. "You better not miss this." She smiled a lustful smile as I popped the top and chugged the monster. I felt my heart begin to pound and my muscles fill with atomic energy as she began to breathe heavily.
What was left of my beer-gut dissolved within seconds, and I felt my abs form a six pack under my now tightly-pulled skin. The skin around my cheekbones tightened and the veins in my neck bulged. I thought my eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
My core and my face heated up as if a heat lamp was inches away from me. I felt my penis engorge with blood as she watched me inhale the last of monster number 4. I felt like a fucking animal ready to ravage his prey, but more importantly I felt a mental shift. I suddenly was aware of everything around me at once, but at the moment I was focused on how turned on the long haired woman was getting.
With one hand, I crushed the can into an impossibly small sphere and threw it into the ground so hard it cracked the tiles. The long-haired woman jumped on me like a mongoose attacking a snake and began ravaging my neck. A combination of lust and violence conglomerated between us as we made our way into the back of the store and began devouring each other.
We locked eyes in what seemed like a trance, there was nothing but lust and evil in our glances, and the eye contact was toxic and hypnotic. Neither of us could look away. Her face turned into a scowl that indicated her frustration and desire before shouting "NOW JASON! DO IT RIGHT NOW!"
I didn't hesitate, I entered her so swiftly we both lost our breath. I was surrounded by tight liquid warmth. She cried out my name as we moved in rhythm. Each stroke was an inconceivably higher amount of ecstasy than the next as she tightened her pelvic muscles with each inward thrust.
We never lost eye contact, but she closed her eyes hard, and when she re-opened them, her eyes were no longer brown, they were bright red. Something about them enticed me even more as I felt my inner evil take over, my face contorted into an expression of malice, spite and lust. My extreme mental acuity told me exactly what to do to her and when. She didn't stand a chance.
Before she even asked me to, my hand was already lightly grasping her neck. I watched her gasp in pleasure as I lifted her legs higher, allowing me to bottom out with each thrust, and before she even thought to ask, my free hand gravitated to her clitoris and my thumb moved in small circles, stimulating her to an unthinkable level.
With my movement and hers, I thrusted at the perfect rate to make us climax at the same time, but before we reached the peak, I noticed in the mirror to the right that my eyes had also turned bright red. Not bloodshot, but both of my irises were a vibrant crimson. We locked eyes again and just before our climax, her eyes turned a serpentine yellow, and she said in a deafening Demonic Voice unlike anything I've ever heard before, almost like on a Halloween voice changer
"YOUR LIFE FORCE BELONGS TO ME."
I tried to hold back, but it was too late. I cannot explain the degree to which I lost myself in her. For a steady 45 seconds, she smiled devilishly as I unloaded myself and my energy into her, one pulsation at a time. The ecstasy was too intoxicating to withdraw and her legs were wrapped around my waist so tight I couldn't move.
The pleasure was excruciating, but I felt my mental acuity, my awareness, my primal instincts and my power drain into her in short, rapid bursts. Each burst drove her wild and caused her to climax herself. A waterfall emitting from her all over my pelvic area, but instead of clear, her emission of pleasure was black, almost like tar with the consistency of water. She was growing stronger and I was growing weaker. I was losing hope and she was absorbing all of it.
I finally drained the last of myself and my power, and she released, leaving me crumpled into a bony, frail heap of flesh and sticks. I felt like a POW who hasn't eaten in weeks. I barely had the strength to stand, but when I did, I saw what had just manifested. The long-haired woman was floating, and her smile now resembled the teeth of a large shark, curved up into that malicious smile, and the entire station was crumbling and being sucked in a counter-clockwise spiral leading upward to the Citgo sign.
The Citgo triangle turned upside-down and turned into a pentagram with a large eye in the center. All of the price signs read $6.66. The spiral led into the eyes as flames surrounded it and the entire sky turned a bright crimson. I felt myself gravitate toward the eye as she laughed menacingly. I grabbed onto the counter and held on for dear life as she laughed again and hollered. "YOUR TIME IS OVER. THE APPETITE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED. THE THIRST WILL NEVER BE QUENCHED. STARE INTO THE EYE AND MEET YOUR FATE."
"Why are you doing this?!" I cried out. She didn't even hesitate before answering "You are a destructive being! The potion brought out your true inner self. Where you're headed, abandon all hope, because there are plenty like you!" This all sounded too familiar. "Abandon all hope." Oh no. Oh fuck no. I'm too young to go to hell.
With one last laugh she said "Eternity is a long time Jason, you better pace yourself" before the counter ripped off and I felt myself fly into the spiral of fire. On my way in, I saw Robbie the rich schmuck in the distance, who also looked like an emaciated POW, and in seconds, I was in burning agony.
My screams of pain drew no help, I was immediately getting a tidal wave of flashbacks, when I would lie to women to get into bed with them, when I would cheat in school, when I would channel my insecurities at my family in the form of rage, when I was dishonest with my parents, when I stole from multiple convenience stores, and when I surfed the internet for pornography.
All of my sins manifested into a conglomeration of misery playing back in my face, and I managed to cry among the agony of my burning flesh. "I'M SO SORRY GOD! I NEED ANOTHER CHANCE! I CAN CHANGE! I SHOULD'VE NEVER DRANK 4! I SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED SOMEONE! I NEED ANOTHER CHANCE." But suddenly I began falling, and fast towards what looked like an orange lake. Those of you that read the bible know as well as I do now, that is no lake.
I plummeted on my belly into the fiery abyss with such force that I sank fast, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't float, but I sank rapidly to what looked like a seabed of sponges and gleaming anemones. They most certainly were NOT sponges, they were razor sharp knives, sticking straight up. I frantically kicked but to no avail, I fell straight atop the knives and felt each one puncture my innards. I was suffocating, burning and getting stabbed at the same time, and just as I was about to black out from the pain, I saw a giant red face and I could read its lips mouth the words "Not Quite."
I woke up screaming in my house on my living room floor. Drew was still comatose on the couch. I checked my watch. 3:15 AM. I looked outside my front door and my Nova was parked exactly where it was when I drove the boys home, but something was on my doorstep. It was a bag with a box in it. It was a 6 pack of Ultra Red Monster Energy drinks, but it had a sticky note on it with red ink. It read:
"Jason, I hope you slept well. You bought these at the store but left without them. The homeless man near here got my attention that you forgot them, and since you're kinda cute I decided to bring them to you. Remember don't drink more than 3 in a day ;) . -Lucy
Submitted May 04, 2017 at 11:18AM by Tommy_Re http://ift.tt/2qBsWB0 nosleep
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