So I thought I'd start this blog with my story of the headhands. This blog is a collaboration between myself (Karl Koch) and Morgan Hislop. Whenever we get together we manage to spitball the most bizarre stories and felt that it would make sense to show them to the world. So here is story number one in my words:
Jerry is an average child of average height and average build but with one major difference, he has heads instead of hands. He goes about his day like every normal child, but obviously with greater difficulty.
We'll just skip back a few years to his birth. The son of John and Sarah Barnheart, he was conceived in a motel room not that dissimilar from something out of a sleazy 99p Pay Per View porno. The pregnancy began as normal, the sperm were just like John himself, tired, fat, wrinkly and pasty. They made no real effort to swim for the egg, some even clung on to others in order to hitch a ride. Months went by and Sarah went for regular check ups. The nurses noticed larger bumps starting to form where Jerry's hands should be. Concerned, they decided to take the images to a specialist. After several months of appointments it became clear that these lumps were developing into heads. These heads started as giant lumps but as time went by they grew noses, eyes and mouths. They even had a full set of teeth each. 9 months passed and it came time for Jerry to be born. However, during this process there was a complication, once his head and body had passed through the vaginal opening he became stuck. His headhands proved to much for the opening to deal with. Concerned the doctors had to act fast. Blood began to gather at the opening of Sarah's body. As it ran down Jerry's face and dripped onto the bedsheets the surgeon decided that to slice open the tissue above and below the opening would be the only option. This would open up a larger gap for Jerry to exit via and meant that both Jerry and Sarah survived.
Moving on a couple of years, he is now 2 and a half. Society has shunned him and due to this he hasn't been to daycare so the strain on his family is greater than normal. Fed by clear plastic tubes, the food he eats looks somewhere between porridge and faeces. A nutritional mixture of vitamins and minerals but not something that is aesthetically pleasing. Whenever he tries to feed with his hands (the natural urge) the headhands always eat the food. Sarah became worried that the primeval urges of the headhands would cause them to begin eating Jerry if no food was around so she regularly left bowls of scrap. The headhands don't have a trachea (they are merely attached) they have the desire to eat but no food is ever digested. This meant that the bowls of scrap food were not an issue as they never entered Jerry's diet.
A regular site around Jerry is a pile of sick at his feet with the two heads constantly trying to eat whatever is in reach.
On 21st March 2007 Jerry was sat in his playpen trying to play with a doll. His right hand, dripping with saliva and with a glint in its eye similar to that of a starving child, he thrust towards his own foot. With no-one near to stop it, the headhand made contact. Its miniature white teeth sank into the soft fresh flesh of his foot. The sound was horrific, a crunch, like that of a person stepping on a twig, coupled with a penetrating scream direct from Jerry's larynx. Always eating but never fulfilling it's initial intent, the headhands spend every hour of every day chewing and attempting to swallow. The yellow sick produced after each feed is notably similar to that of day old porridge, thick and lumpy but with a slight crust. On this occasion it mixed with the blood and puss from the attack on his foot to create what looked like orange juice with the pulp still in it. Sarah, hearing this, ran to his aid. Pulling the headhand away. After a moments deliberation she felt the only solution would be to call the doctors and have him taken into specialist care.
Within 3 hours the doctors arrived to take Jerry away. Crying uncontrollably, Sarah reluctantly handed him over. The doctors caged him and made a quick exit. As they left in the van Sarah ran to the door, realising the mistake she had made, she screamed after him but it was too late. He was gone, and whatever happened to him was in their hands. It's not really clear whether Sarah was glad to be rid of this mutant child or whether she actually missed Jerry and his deformities. Yeah he was mutated, but he was still her son and the natural mother in her could never properly forget him.
Over weeks Jerry was left without food and without any attention except for when the doctors ran tests on him. He was treated much like mutants were treated in the 1900's. Around him sat jars of shrunken heads and babies with two feet on one leg. Unsure of where he was, Jerry cried all day, every day. He just wanted his mum back.
Over time, he began to feed on himself. He started by eating one of the headhands. Gorging on an ear initially, the chewiness of uncooked flesh was rancid to taste but hunger had gotten the better of him. Left in a pile of putrid vomit and gushing with blood, Jerry's time in the world diminished and as the hours passed his body slowly shut down.
Forever misunderstood by society, forever ridiculed. Jerry was no more.
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