Fiction on Odyssey: Reset (Part One)

Fiction on Odyssey: Reset (Part One)

"You thought he was beautiful. I knew he would be the next one."

“It waS a LoT OF FUN KnOwINg YoU, But NOW I HAVE tO gO, okay? you hAVE to STop DOiNg this. I knOW HE’S MAking you foRGet, And it’S Hard, BuT You Have tO, beFoRE he fINds SomeOnE elsE. yoU Can dO It, OKAy? I L o V E y o u . . . ”

I nearly lost the closest thing I ever had to a significant other, today, and the thought terrifies me so badly that I never want to allow him out of my sight ever again. Admittedly, it was our faults that we got caught off guard, as the elated high we’d been on from finding so much food resulted in him kissing me, and we were so busy making out that we hadn’t noticed the pounding on the door until they had broken in and invaded the room.

Will’s first instinct was to shove me towards the window, and I scrambled frantically towards it before realizing he wasn’t behind me. I’d stopped, stymied by the thought of sacrificing someone else’s — let alone Will’s — life for my own. He, on the other hand, had stubbornly yelled at me to get out, promising that he was right behind me… and so, after a moment’s hesitation, I jumped out the window.

I’d nearly broken my ankle with the landing, but I cared little about myself, instead staring anxiously at the window for Will to come leaping out after me like the bumbling blonde he is. I waited… and waited… and waited…

…and finally he’d emerged, flailing through the air like a dove knocked out of the sky and landing in the bushes with a sound somewhere between a laugh and a grunt, before popping out with a grin and a hand extended to me. He yelled “Run!” and so we ran.

You awoke on a forest floor, greeted by a lingering sense of déjà vu, a disorienting nausea, and the scent of pine aggressively invading your nostrils. You sat up and struggled to remember what happened, with insignificant little details coming back as you do so; your name, your favorite band, and how your family died are among them, but try as you might I hadn’t allowed anything that was concrete enough to inform you of exactly how you landed yourself in this situation, which is just awesome, you think, because that’s exactly how you wanted to spend your morning. I figure that was probably the sarcasm that you all are so fond of employing the use of.

Your hand brushed a cold metal object as you moved to stand up, and you discovered that it was an aluminum baseball bat with metal spikes welded to the end of it. You realize belatedly that this was your weapon, and the epiphany occurred in tandem with a shuffle and a moan off to your left. The source of the sounds was an emaciated man, with mottled gray flesh reminiscent of your father’s disgusting oatmeal, decaying teeth from behind which a terrible snarl is emitted, and a gait that was somewhat like that of an inebriated bovine, all accompanied by a stench so terrible that was a wonder your delicate human palate didn't make you gag.

Admittedly, your first conscious thought was that you wish you had a bottled version of the smell to ward off cheek-pinching grandmothers in the years before you hit puberty. Then, you figured you should probably try to help him, figure out what happened to him and get him to the nearest hospital. These two thoughts occurred within the breadth of merely a couple seconds. Clearly, however, your body had something else in mind, because before you could actively process your actions, you were raising the bat and swinging.

It was only while you were pulverizing the remains of the head of the corpse did you pause and think: I just killed someone.

No, I responded helpfully, it was already dead, just like you.

The onset of the apocalypse was like a cookie cutter exposition taken straight out of a B-horror movie, with an idiot scientist experimenting with something he shouldn’t have and subsequently being infected with a virulent strain of rabies that spread first to everyone else in his facility, and then to the world outside the initial hospital the victims were brought to.

The farthest back I can recall is awakening alone in a forest a fortnight ago. I don’t remember what happened to me before that, or how I wound up there. What little memories I’ve been able to dredge up are insignificant things about myself, like how my family died and what my name is.

Ever since I woke up, I’ve been alone, not even having it in me to trust the few and far in between people that I did occasionally encounter, because even before the dead started walking I had issues trusting others.

I’d finally understood the deep emptiness that Forever Alone Guy experiences… but then I met Will.

You heard a twig snap, and your attention to what’s in front of you momentarily lapsed in favor of perusing the new distraction that had entered the environment. Every muscular fiber in your body tensed in lieu of a startled jump, as your brain told you that you were, in fact, seeing a hooded blond head peeking through the bushes, a single tanned finger rising up to closed lips in the universal gesture for “Shhhhh…”

Your makeshift mace stopped, halfway before reaching the peak of an ascent that would have turned into a killing blow, and your eyes shifted back to the undead woman in front of you. It had stopped growling at your minuscule movements and continued to peer at you in a manner not unlike curiosity, as if it were merely wondering what you were and not contemplating whether or not it should consume you like a black hole does a dying star. You’d never seen one of them behave like this before, with hesitance and indecision, and it befuddled the heck out of you. You didn’t know that it was because the dead had no reason to attack the dead.

The blond boy peering like a creeper from behind the bushes, however, intrigued you. In a way that only idiot teenagers can rationalize, you absurdly decided on a whim not to act — to see what he was going to do. The thing’s rank breath came out in slow, raspy exhales, and its attention didn’t waver as the unknown blond boy slowly stood up. As you watched, he raised a bow you hadn’t noticed before, nocked a sleek black arrow, breathed, and released.

You thought he was beautiful.

I knew he would be the next one.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Cover Image Credit: Zainab Thompson

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What Your Hogwarts House Says About You

Get yourself sorted and find out where you belong in the world of witchcraft and wizardry.

Sorting at Hogwarts is a big deal. Being sorted into a house is essentially being placed into a family while you are away from home learning about witchcraft and wizardry. Your house is made up of the people you will live with, go to classes with, play Quidditch with and everything in between. You basically spend 24/7 with them. Your Hogwarts house is your home away from home.

When you get sorted into a house, it is based on your personality traits. The people in your house are typically like-minded people who display the same characteristics as you.

When you’re a first year at Hogwarts, the minute you set foot in the castle you are swept into the Great Hall to have the ancient Sorting Hat placed on your head. This Sorting Hat decides which “family” you’ll be spending your seven years with.

For some, it is very obvious which house they will be in, due to certain personality traits they possess. For others, they may exemplify traits that fit a multitude of houses and are uncertain where they may end up.

To find out where you belong, you can take the official "Harry Potter" Sorting Hat quiz at For all you muggles out there, these are the characteristics that the houses possess and what your house says about you:

Gryffindor: The house of the brave, loyal, courageous, adventurous, daring and chivalrous. Those who stand up for others are typically Gryffindors. Brave-hearted is the most well-known Gryffindor characteristic, and Gryffindors are also known for having a lot of nerve.

Gryffindors are people who hold a multitude of qualities alongside the ones listed, making them a very well-rounded house. People who are Gryffindors are often people who could fit nicely into another house but choose to tell the sorting hat they want Gryffindor (there's that bravery). "Do what is right" is the motto Gryffindors go by.

Being a Gryffindor means that you're probably the adventurous and courageous friend, and you are usually known for doing what is right.

Ravenclaw: The house is known for their wisdom, intelligence, creativity, cleverness and knowledge. Those who value brains over brawn can be found here. Ravenclaws often tend to be quite quirky as well. "Do what is wise" is the motto they strive to follow.

Though Ravenclaws can be know-it-alls sometimes, they most likely do know what the wisest decision is.

If you are known for being the quirky friend, the smartest in the group or just great at making wise decisions, you're definitely a Ravenclaw.

Hufflepuff: This house values hard work, dedication, fair play, patience, and loyalty. Hufflepuff’s are known for being just and true. "Do what is nice" is their motto.

Hufflepuff is known as the “nice house” and believes strongly in sparing peoples feelings and being kind. This is not to say that Hufflepuffs aren't smart or courageous. Hufflepuffs just enjoy making others happy and tend to be more patient towards people.

If you ever find that you are too nice for your own good and cannot bear to hurt someone’s feelings, congratulations, you are a Hufflepuff.

Slytherin: This is the house of the cunning, prideful, resourceful, ambitious, intelligent, and determined. Slytherin's love to be in charge and crave leadership. "Do what is necessary" is the motto of this house.

Slytherin is a fairly well-rounded house, similar to the other houses. They are loyal to those that are loyal to them just as Gryffindors are and are intelligent as Ravenclaws.

Slytherin house as a whole is not evil, despite how many dark wizards come out of this house. That is merely based on the choices of those wizards (so if your friend is a Slytherin, don’t judge, it doesn’t mean they are mean people). Slytherins do, however, have a tendency to be arrogant or prideful. This is most likely due to the fact that everyone in Slytherin is exceedingly proud to be there.

What Hogwarts house you’re in says a lot about the person you are, the traits you possess and how you may act in some situations. But in the end, your house is really just your home that is always there for you. Always.

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Halloween... Just A PSA?

There might be more than just slashing to the 1978 John Carpenter film.


Halloween is fast approaching, and to make this year a bit more special, a new Michael Myers movie has come out! It negates all of the sequels (which unfortunately includes "Halloween II," thus retconning the fact that Michael and Laurie are siblings). So the story starts fresh as if the only "Halloween" events that took place were those of the first film in the series, 1978's "Halloween." Go ahead and take a shot every time the word Halloween comes up. Just make sure the drink is festive!

Personally, I'm not really a fan of the movies. I don't find them all that scary. But I always found it odd that Michael only seemed to kill those who just had, or were having sex. So that made me think; is Halloween just a public service announcement about underage sex? Or unprotected sex, thus the spread of STD's (i.e., Michael, who really acts like the film's version of herpes).

I know I'm not the first person to consider this. Do a quick Google search, and you'll see others have talked about it before. Michael Myers is the ultimate cock-block.

Is he just a prude? Or did Trojan act as a silent producer in this film, to give their sales to jump?

But then I came across this article "Trick And Treats: Re-Viewing Sexuality in 'Halloween.'" Quickly in the article, Bellmore points out that the person doing all of the killings is one reeling in zero itchy na-na. The conclusion drawn is that sexual repression acts as a cause for Michael's violence. Which makes sense, think about how angry you get when it's been a while?

Maybe Michael just needs a quick handy? I think every guy can attest that the last thing on their mind is murder when they're tugging on their kitchen knife.

All jokes and euphemisms aside, the movie does have a connection to, and a viewpoint on sex. Maybe it was just the start of the virgin trope, as mentioned in "Scream."

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The article goes deeper, examining the fact that Michael seemed to have an infatuation with his sister (not necessarily in the vein of incest), which was clearly not returned. Thus he gets jealous when she is "affectionate" with her boyfriend and kills her. It can later be supported when looked at how he is seemingly obsessed with Laurie (revealed to be his sister in "Halloween II"). Or maybe it is incest. But regardless of specific role sex plays for Michael Myers and the film as a whole, its presence is always there and is one associated with violence.

It can be metaphorical for dominance, (the knife does play as a phallic symbol). Or maybe there is more to it. This next sentence will seem like a joke but bear with me. The old adage is "don't think with your dick." The knife, serving as a phallic metaphor, means what? Michael is thinking with his dick. If the film is a PSA about unprotected sex (thus the spread of potentially deadly STD's)... then, thinking with one's winkie leads to death. Sure that's a stretch, but ignore the jokes, there could be some truth to it.

A Question Of Lust

Perhaps Depeche Mode said it best. Maybe what Bellmore was saying is true in regards to Michael as a young boy. He cared for his sister, but she didn't for him. So he becomes jealous of her boyfriend, mistaking sex for affection. And like the Depeche Mode song, there's more to sex than simply sex.

For Micheal, it's about being accepted and cared for. Whenever he kills the various victims, he's reminded as to how he has been shunned or stationed as an outcast by his family. When he returns to his home 15 years later, he sees Laurie with Tommy. It becomes a flashback, with her serving as his sister, Judy, and Tommy is a mirror image of himself as a boy.

Jumping back to the beginning of the film, Michael kills his sister once the mask is on. When it is removed, he seems distraught, almost unaware of his actions. I could go on and say how the mask is a euphemism for condoms and really hit my point home. But like anything, the mask separates him from something that should be normal. We see his perspective as he goes to kill Judy. The eye holes skew the vision for the view. Thus, what we see is not the entire thing, and we get a blurred vision of what we really should see.

In other words, Michael becomes tunneled vision, and his thoughts on sex and affection all become skewed. When his mask is removed towards the climax of the film (aside from looking scary) he looks lost and confused, almost like he doesn't know what is happening, or how to perceive things without his mask. His skewed view is all he knows.

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