Adaptations of Literature
The Life and Times of Indrid Cold
Indrid was sitting on the edge of his mother’s ten foot wide bed, looking down into his palms with inattentive glee. Indrid’s mother at the time is spewing forth several words into Indrid’s ear, none of which he seems to care for or notice until his mother’s lips muster the sentence “Indrid, I’m dying and need medicine.” Indrid immediately snaps out of his resting stature to address his mother’s symptoms, asking her questions such as “How much longer do you have?” and “Do you think the funeral will be expensive?” Indrid’s mother, a skeleton of a woman draped in a violet nightgown has a grim frown morph onto her skull. She takes what little strength she may have and leans over to swat Indrid’s head. Indrid, all too familiar to his mother’s ritualistic abuse immediately raises himself from her 10 foot wide bed, leaving an image of a skeleton wailing its boney arms back and forth, laying in a comically oversized coffin. Indrid then peers down at his bag of bones for a mother and quietly utters “Well what do you want me to do about it?” Indrid’s mother, now annoyed with her son’s vague, sarcastic comment begins to rant and rave as to why Indrid is such an incompetent son and at this rate will die alone and the Cold legacy will be no more. The ghoul finally let’s forth the sentence from her boney face “Seek out some medicine for me Indrid, please.” Indrid, now even more annoyed with his mother, begins to contemplate the idea of what would happen if he didn’t get the medicine for mother. Indrid thought long and hard about this with his abnormally large brain, he came to the conclusion that his mother would die a slow, painful death and he would inherit all her belongings, but most importantly the shamble of the house he and his mother lived in. Indrid thought to himself that he could finally fix up the house a little bit and then invite that nice girl, Mary Sue What’s Her Name that lives just a few houses away from Indrid’s. His thought process was interrupted though by a small boney finger that was flung at his cranium; his mother had broken off one of her boney fingers to get her sons attention. Indrid bent down to pick up the finger when his mother continued on about her condition. According to the Felix cat clock with two heads on the wall, hung beside the 10 foot sized bed it was 5pm before Indrid’s mother finally sent him out on the mission to find her some medicine. Indrid was dressed in a black coat, with pockets lined on each side that were 10,000 leagues deep. Indrid pants were grey and beaten. The pants matched his grey and beaten dress shoes that he received from his late father, Augustus Cold when an anvil was dropped on his head. As he stepped outside the door of the shamble he called home for thirty years, his mother yelled to him “Indrid, make sure to stay on the path.” Indrid looked back and shook his head violently at his mother, his silver hair bouncing up and down on his pale cranium, until finally he felt a crack in his neck to which he responded with a harmonic yelp. After this strange scene occurred in the doorway of the Cold residence, Indrid was on his merry way.
It was about the time the sun began to disappear behind the crooked trees and mountains that Indrid could no longer see his mother’s house from the long, concrete path. He would instinctively look back every five minutes to see if he could gaze upon the various pipes that protruded from his mother’s house. The pipes didn’t seep out anything in particular; the late Augustus Cold simply thought they made for wonderful decoration. Indrid felt tired on his walk towards Boon Town, the long, concrete path had many cracks in its spine. As Indrid looked from left to right all he could see was crooked trees for miles, every now and then he would see a metal boulder or two, planted into the earth and protruding like large dull knives. Eventually, Indrid came to a fork in the path, the dark, cracked serpent now spilt into two. In the middle of the divide sat a small stand, makeshift in appearance but not overly mediocre. The stand had a sign, raised high above that read “Cheap Coats.” Indrid gazed upon this stand, intrigued to see what was lurking behind it. As he crept closer and closer to the stand a stench most foul made tenant in his nostrils. This gave Indrid a pause, but he pressed on to eventually make out the sound of flies buzzing and noticed that the text on the sign was written with sticky, crimson ooze. Indrid slowly peered over the counter to see what he could see and in an instant a great fleshy figure rose from the stand and came face to face with Indrid. The creature was fairly tall, around 7ft or so and resembled that of a wolf, the only difference about this wolf that Indrid could tell was he was furless. As the foul smelling wolf peered into Indrid’s deep silver eyes he eventually broke away from Indrid’s gaze to ask “Do you want to buy a coat?” Indrid in a fumbled responsive blurted out “I don’t know, maybe!” Indrid then watched as the massive, furless wolf bent down behind the now tiny in comparison counter to reveal several human skins. The wolf then tied what appeared to be a blood splattered crimson hood onto his bottom half and then asked Indrid in a suave voice “What size do you take my boy?” Indrid, now somewhat horrified but curious as to this character in front of him thought it best that he didn’t ask any more questions regarding the wolf’s supposed business. Instead Indrid finally mustered up the courage to speak “I’m sorry dear wolf, but I don’t think any of those fine skins will fit a man of my demeanor, I was sent out to retrieve medicine for my dying, ungrateful mother.” The wolf, pink as a mole rat with veins and bones protruding gave an immense, toothy grin and asked Indrid “My dear boy, whatever medicine are you looking for?” Indrid was hesitant at first but responded “Well any kind really…my mother’s condition is somewhat of a mystery in her mind, she has sent me on my way to Boon Town.” Upon hearing this information the wolf immediately sprung over his tiny stand and blurted out “My dear boy, I have a special tonic that could cure your mother’s woes instantly!” The furless abomination then adjusted his little red hood apron and continued “You don’t need to go all the way to Boon Town to get some medicine that probably won’t work anyway, just point me in the direction of your mother’s house and I’ll there and cure her myself, my pleasure!” Indrid of course, was no fool; he knew the wolf was going to travel to his mother’s shamble of a house and most likely murder her in some terrible fashion. But this horrible manifestation of events had a silver lining in Indrid’s book, the wolf would get rid of his nuisance of a mother, Indrid would clean up and fix the house and then finally invite Mary Sue What’s Her Name over.
“Just follow the path I was coming from and look for this house with the pipes extending from it” proclaimed Indrid with a smile. “When you get to the weak and easily breakable door just tell her Indrid sent you with the medicine.” The wolf, intent with his sickly urine stained colored eyes. Immediately took off for the Cold residence at an alarming pace. Indrid just simply watched in a distance and thought to himself how nice it would be to get acquainted with Mary Sue What’s Her Name after his mother’s untimely demise. At the last minute before the wolf was out of sight, Indrid called out “Which path will lead me to Boon Town?” the wolf responded, quick as ever “Take the left path.” Indrid was no fool though and considered the option that the wolf was lying to him and wanted Indrid to stall on his journey. That way when Indrid eventually came back home the wolf would pounce upon him and rip him to bloody confetti. Indrid decided to take the right path and figured that he would purchase some kind of fantastic weapon once he reached Boon Town to slay the wolf with.
Once again Indrid found himself down a cracked, black trail looking from left to right but only seeing crooked trees to each side. The sun had buried itself into the void of space and by this time Indrid was wandering around in the veil of night, cold, alone but not frightened. What eventually felt like an eternity of following darkness, Indrid could see a small light in the distance. As he approached this strange light in a sea of black, he could make out what appeared to be beautiful young woman encased in a glass tube. The girl’s lips were as red as the ooze on the wolf’s sign, her skin as pale as the snow that covered the mountains and her hair as black as the night itself. Indrid was mesmerized by her beauty, and he came closer and closer to her lighted glass tube before he stopped, hearing a large buzzing noise. Indrid looked around in the darkness, but couldn’t make out where the buzzing was coming from. Before Indrid could take any more steps towards the contained beauty he was met by several sets of large, red eyes emitting from the night. Indrid called out the creatures “Hello? My name is Indrid Cold” the eyes remained along with the intense buzzing noise. Indrid began to felt uneasy and almost decided upon running away but before he could send the message from his brain to his legs, an immense, and grotesque mosquito-like creature emerges from the thick blackness of night. The mosquito is about 6 feet in length, covered in legs and accompanied by two large yellow tinted wings that keep it suspended in the air. The buzzing emitting from the insect is loud and menacing, its grey exoskeleton contrasts its round, red eyes that seem to glow neon red. Its brethren also appear from the shadows and are identical to the first and make up a total number of seven. Indrid by this point is terrified as he can feel a strange sensation make his way up his intestines and into his chest, he believes it to be fear. With a sudden gasp of desperation and instinct Indrid begins to frantically speak “I-I was looking for trail that leads to B-Boon Town, I need some medicine for my sickly m-mother.” The ensemble of disgusting beings simply continue flapping their rhythmic wings as a unit until suddenly they make a movement towards the glass tube containing the sleeping girl. The mosquitos form a circle around the glass tube and then insert their long, needle like noses into holes which make contact with the young girl’s body. The slurping noises alone are enough to make Indrid begin to project his dinner from his mouth he had before leaving earlier today. As the monsters conclude their frightening feast, one of them flutters over to Indrid and precedes to hand him a vile of blood. Indrid looks in shock and awe at the vile but then decides to take it. As he reaches out for it with his long, pale fingers he trips and immediately falls into the buzzing menace which in return drops the vile of blood that bursts upon the ground into as thousand red pieces. As Indrid begins to rise from the forest floor drenched in the color of night, he is greeted by an intense buzzing noise as the seven abominations surround him in an attack formation. Stingers protrude from the bottom of their torsos, sharp and brown. Indrid comes to the conclusion that he has somehow offended these blood suckers by wasting some of the precious blood they oh so delicately extracted from some poor girl comatose within a glass prison. Indrid then with the speed of a gazelle pushes two of the buzzing parasites out of the way and then runs for his very life as the seven insects pursue him in a single file format.
Eventually, Indrid manages to out maneuver the bugs as he jumps and rolls over various fallen trees and bushel. Indrid, exhausted from the ordeal immediately collapses once again to the floor of the forest. As Indrid lays there on the thick, cold grass he begins to ponder about his latest encounter with several large insects and captive girl. Did he dream this experience? If Indird were to tell this story to anyone would they it? The answers to these questions remain unseen as Indrid begins to feel his nerves and muscles relax, they retract to the realm of sleep. Indrid eventually begins to dream of the day that he can invite Mary Sue What’s Her Name to his new and improved house, without the small squadron of unnecessary pipes extending from the roof. Right before Indrid can put the moves on Mary Sue, he is awakened by a scream. The scream itself was that of what Indrid believes to be a girl, but he is not entirely certain so he rises from the dirty ground and begins to investigate his surroundings. It is now daylight and the only thing Indrid can see for miles is crooked trees, their sickly colored orange and burgundy leaves block his sight. Indrid decides to try and retrace his steps back to the concrete trail but is met with no satisfaction, before long Indrid’s eye is caught by a house off in the distance. The house appears to be built from white, withered wood but upon further investigation it is actually compiled of human bones. Indrid stops himself before entering the house and accesses the situation and his predicaments prior. One incident has worked out for the best; the other almost granted him a slow, painful death by the work of overgrown mosquitoes. Indrid is now at a dilemma, but before he can act upon the decision it is made for him a sweet old lady emerges from the house made of human bones. The little old woman is what Indrid wishes his mother would be: grey hair, large glasses and cute little flowered patterned dress. Unlike Indrid’s mother who is nothing more than a skeleton covered in a violet robe. The little old lady asks Indrid if he is hungry.
Indrid replies, “Yes.” As he enters the house constructed of bones he sees that the house only has three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen with a dining room table. All the furniture is composed of various human bones, yet one of the chairs at the dining room table appears to be made of some kind of flesh substance. The old woman implores Indrid to sit, “Please, please make yourself comfortable and sit in the special guest chair, I’m making a fine stew that’s to die for.” Indrid could obviously see this was a trap; a nice old woman living in a house made of bones was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. As he began to rise from the table, the chair suddenly emitted a mass of ghoulish tentacles to keep him confined to the chair. Indrid struggled and struggled but to no avail could he break free. The little old woman made her way from the kitchen to the table, stew in hands contained within a black pot. She looked over at Indrid with her beady eyes and then said “Now, now young man it would be rude of you to leave without trying some of my famous stew.” She then poured him a bowl of the stew, it was brown in appearance, but as Indrid began to traverse his spoon of bones through it he noticed several eyes and ears floating amuck. Indrid thought to himself how he was going to get out of this predicament, so he resorted to the line that had saved him twice before “Hello miss, my name is Indrid Cold and I have lost my way on the path to Boon Town, I have been tasked to fetch my mother some medicine for she is quite ill.” The old woman stopped slurping her human stew and seemed very curious of Indrid’s story, she then rose from the table and stated “Well young man you came to the right place, I have just the thing in the medicine cabinet, you don’t go anywhere and eat you stew like a good boy.” As the old woman rose from her chair, Indrid made a desperate attempt to shift his weight on one side of the chair that bound him. As he did, the chair toppled over and let out a horrid scream, alerting the old woman to Indrid’s escape. Indrid then immediately acted by ripping off a bone from the wall, it was sharp like a machete he then began to flail it around at the old woman who responded by hissing and revealing her true face, which was covered in eyes, like that of a cat and had two mouths. Indrid then bashed through the door made of bones and then dashed all the way back to the concrete path.
By this point Indrid had enough of the big wide world; he had a weapon now to deal with the furless wolf: Indrid could now live his fantasies that in the past he could merely dream about. He would come back home, find he mother slain, kill the wolf, fix the house and finally invite Mary Sue What’s Her Name over. Indrid finally reached his house during the time in which the sun was once again disappearing from the sky. As he opened the door he was met by the furless wolf, Indrid was ready for this moment, he had his swinging arm equipped with the human bone he ripped from the old woman’s house, but before he could swing he heard his mother’s voice, like a sharp pain in his side “Indrid is that you, Oh Indrid thank you for sending this sweet wolf to come and cure me with his tonics.” The wolf simply grinned at the now glaring Indrid and then dashed away into the deep bushel of the forest. Indrid could feel the sensation of rage burst inside of him like a thousand dirty pins. The encounters he had were most unpleasant, the wolf was intimidating enough yet the incident with the insects was terrifying, not to mention that Indrid had stumbled upon a house made of bones and inside waited a horror in disguise of an old lady. Had all of these strange and bizarre events been a product of Indrid’s deluded mind and overwhelming desires?” it mattered not to Indrid at this point since his treacherous plan had gone sour, his mother is now up and walking, healthy thanks to a furless wolf. His dream was caught in a net and now had its wings plucked off from a sociopathic child. Indrid lifted the cold human bone up to his forehead and began smacking it violently; he was hoping to enter a coma where he could forever dream about a nice house and putting the moves on Mary Sue What’s Her Name.