Radioface

## Radioface by IngloriousCardinal

**The Origin of Radioface**

Noah stood inside his room that felt more like a cage. He hated it. Almost as much as he hated his life. His dad was a soldier in the new "war of the century," which is why he was in this cage now. His mom and he had been kidnapped so long ago, that Noah couldn't even remember how it had happened or when. He had had a somewhat happy life before all of this. Noah had Body Integrity Identity Disorder since he was a kid, so he tried to seriously hurt himself a lot.

When he was eight, he gouged his own eyes out with a fork. He didn't care that he was blind now. Part of him was actually happy that he was blind now, so they couldn't torture him with sights of his mom being tortured. Instead, they tortured him with music. Radio music, to be exact. Noah hated music so much, that just listening to it made his ears bleed. It was the fact that the volume was all the way up as loud as it could go that made him hate music.

Noah was a fairly handsome 14-year-old. He had brown hair that didn't go in any general direction. He was rather tall and skinny because he was barely given any food by his captors. The only thing he was given to eat, or drink was water poured in his hands and three slices of bread. He was forced to wear orange clothing and a blindfold that he found was unnecessary due to his blindness. He also had a gag when he wasn't eating, and his hands were bound behind his back. Chains were fastened to his ankles, tying his feet together. He waited in his cage until he heard the man who delivered his torture walk in. Noah began to tremble slightly, waiting for the impending torture to begin.

The man picked Noah up and sat him down in a chair, putting headphones on his head and turning on the usual radio station. He had an old radio with knobs and built with a headphone jack. The man laughed at the terrified boy, watching him tremble. Noah fell to the ground, shaking in fear. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost.

The man removed the headphones from Noah's head. Noah was sick of the torture. He was terrified, but also enraged. He wished that the man could feel this pain. This torture. Noah lay on the floor. If he had eyes, he would've cried himself to sleep. He eventually fell asleep, shaking.

When Noah woke up, he heard yelling. He was being yelled at. By his captor. "Get up, it's time to eat!" His captor yelled. Noah yawned a bit, noticing his gag was removed so he could eat. He also noticed his hands were free and his feet as well. Noah smiled a bit, forming a plan in his mind. He just had to wait for the right moment. The man walked in to give Noah his food. He threw the food at Noah's feet. Noah leaped to his feet, too fast for the man to do anything to stop him. He right hooked his captor, catching him in the face, surprisingly accurate for a blind boy. The guard fell to the ground, unconscious. A wild kick of adrenaline raced through Noah. He felt like he was capable of anything. Noah raced out of his cage, shutting the door behind him.

He ripped off the blindfold since he felt it constricting on his head. The first thing he noticed upon removing his blindfold was the fact that he could..., sense, in a way that was like seeing. He could sense glowing outlines of things and people. He could pinpoint things by sensing where they were based on some extrasensory feeling without even touching them. It was like they were radiating, like the headphones had seemed to when he was tortured with them. He had a feeling the radio torture had something to do with his new sight.

He looked down and noticed a knife on the ground with his new extrasensory sight. A smirk tugged at his lips as he picked it up and touched it. Noah walked past some other cages. He looked into it and saw a guard.

Noah sneaked up to the guard and held the knife to his throat.

"You give me the right answer, I might let you live," Noah muttered with a low, growling voice.

"Where's my mother?" The guard looked at Noah with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"We killed her... a while ago," he said.

Noah slit the guard's throat with ease, not even flinching as he did so.

"Wrong answer," he told the already lifeless guard as the body fell to the floor. He turned and walked away, hearing some guards running towards the hall.

Noah went into the storage and shut the door behind him. He turned around to face the room and saw a radio. The boy laid his hand on it. The exact radio that had been the source of his torture. Rage filled Noah. He was overcome with the feeling of hatred and rage as he lifted the radio and hurled it at the ground, hearing it smash into pieces and the pieces scatter across the floor.

Noah looked at the pieces and plucked some circuits and the two dials from the shattered pieces. He cut the circuits into his eye sockets and then placed the dials in his eyes, which slid right into place perfectly in his sockets. Some of the circuits still stuck out and were shorting out a little. Noah couldn't explain why he did it; he just felt the need to. He left the storage room to find five guards running towards him down the hall.

"Get him! Get the radio face kid!" They yelled.

"Radioface?" Noah said to himself, confused. Then he laughed lightly at the name.

"I like it." Noah ran over to one of the guards and jumped on him, stabbing him in the chest. Blood splattered his face and orange clothing. He took the gun from the guard's holster and fired it at the remaining guards, killing each of them with a single shot.

After that, he ran until he found the front door. He burst out of the building, running away as he heard the angry, frantic shouts of guards chasing him. Noah kept running until his feet could run no more. Even then, he still kept going. He was free. He was free at last, and he was a completely new person...

## Sound.mp3

It's been a while since my move to a new city, what one does to do everything for his job. Nevertheless, it was rather scary and weird here, but it wasn't the area, it was the residents. Every morning when I go to work, I glance at the looks of the neighbors. Those looks which were filled with hate and insecurity. I didn’t think much about it, and I tried to ignore them.

This evening as I came back from work, I saw that a note hung on my door. Slowly I moved to the door and ripped the note from it. I looked at the note. “Scat!” stood on the note. With the thought that someone was just a joke, I balled it up and threw it away.

“HE is still here…,” said a strange voice. My breath stopped for a second and I turned around. I saw an old lady standing next to my car.

“Who is…He?” I asked hesitantly, looking suspiciously to the lady.

“The one who had killed the family which lived here before.” she replied and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

“Wait!” I said hastily, but before I knew it was the lady had disappeared.

I just shook my head and then walked into my house. That night, I tossed and turned around in bed and woke up around 4:50 in a cold sweat. I dreamt of the Lady and about what she had told me before. He, who is he? I want to know who he is and what happened to the family. So, I decided to investigate what happened to the family who had previously lived in this house. I got up and took my laptop in the kitchen. After I turned it on, I was browsing the Internet for information. I used search engines, asked in forums and visited the website about this city.

“Oh c’mon… I found nothing!” I sighed after hours of searching. It always took a while to answer in the forums, so I turned my laptop off and waited a few days. After a few days while I was looking through my E-mail inbox, I saw that I had gotten an E-mail. I was surprised about it, and I started to read the message. “Hello, I have noticed that you are looking for answers what happened in the house before, in which you are living in now. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you any details, only that the committee, which was responsible abandoned the house, most of the equipment stored in the attic is unclear but perhaps you might find up their evidence or even the answer to your question." Feeling uncertain, I closed my laptop and stood up. I had a lot of time until I had to go to work, so I headed to the attic. I grabbed a flashlight, opened the door and walked up the stairs. There were a lot of furniture and old private stuff from the family but no evidence so far. Disappointed, I went back to the stairs, until I saw an old computer which stood in a corner. With the hope that I might find something, I grabbed the computer and took it down with. I put it in the living room and wiped the dust off of it.

After I connected it and booted it up, I noticed that something was wrong. The hard drive was empty, nothing at all except for a file, Sound.mp3. Skeptical, I clicked on it, went to the media player which was odd because on the hard drive was nothing other than the file. As the player started to play the file was nothing to be heard. I checked the speakers, but everything was ok. After 30 seconds, I heard a faint noise. It sounded like a radio when it has no signal. The noise became louder and other distorted sounds were also slowly getting better to hear. The noise was getting louder, it almost hurts my ears. I tried to close the media player but that doesn’t work. A text document opened: “There is no escape”. My eyes widened and I continued trying to close the player. The noise always sounded distorted, I held my head and stood up. As the sound file finished, the computer crashed. I let myself fall back into my chair and looked at the black monitor.

I still heard the noises although it is quiet in the house. This mixture of noise, distortion tones and a high frequency tone brought me unbearable headaches all day. At work, I told a friend what happened, but she just laughed and said I must have had a bad dream or something. She didn’t believe me and said I should go home and rest.

When I came home, the headaches had gotten so bad that I just stumbled into my house. I stumbled all the way into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I had taken the tablet bottle and closed the cabinet door, when I saw in the mirror that something stood behind me. I quickly turned around, but there was nothing there. I rubbed my eyes and sighed with relief, yet everything trembled in me, and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Good lord I'm starting to hallucinate…I should get to bed” I said to myself as I went into the living room. I heard the sound of the file again, so I turned around quickly to look at the computer, but the pc was still off. I shook my head and slowly looked up as I saw that someone was standing in the hallway and looking at me. I couldn't see his face because the hall had no light, but he was wearing a hoodie. I moved backwards into the kitchen, not letting that person out of my line of sight. I quickly turned to the knife rack and pulled out the biggest knife. As I turned around to look back at the guy, I saw that he now stood right in front me. The sight of him had me frozen. He had no eyes, only wheels which resembled that of radio regulators. You could see veins which came out under his regulator 'eyes'. I grabbed the knife and pointed it at him.

“WHO ARE YOU?! GO AWAY!!!” I yelled fearfully and threatened him further with the knife.

He didn’t answer, he just raised a hand and began to turn one of his regulators. At the moment the noise grew louder and distorted in my mind, my eyes widened as I dropped the knife and sank to the ground.

“Stop it…STOP IT!” I yelled and hunched over more and more.

He never stopped and always turned up the regulator. I looked at him and saw that he was talking to me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying because the noise in my head was too loud. My body tensed more and more until I finally became completely rigid. I was in a trance and had nothing in control. He lowered his hand and bent down to me. I looked at his face as he handed me the knife in my hand and pulled me up. Now I stood there with a knife in my hand and no free will. Again, he began to spin a regulator in this moment I slowly began to move my hand and pointed the knife to my chest. In my mind, I tried to resist and fight against it, but it didn't work, I only felt the knife stab into my chest, and I dragged it down. I cut my whole stomach open. Blood flowed out like a river and the pain was unbearable. I pulled the knife out and I guided it towards my throat.

I started to cry and cut my throat open. I dropped the knife and struggled desperately for breath until I fell to the ground and took my last breath. The last thing I saw was the man with the regulator eyes smirking down at me.