AK Anvil (standard:horror, 1392 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Nov 25 2004	Views/Reads: 3905/2333	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
What happens when an obsessed fan gets to meet his idol?

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Anvil”. Michael took the bag from him and looked inside. He instantly 
recognised it as a human heart. He dropped it and stepped back. “What 
have you done?” he said. “I took a piece of Anvil. We all did. It's 
mine”. He picked it up and took it out, staring in fascination. “My 
piece of Anvil,” he said, and walked out of the kitchen. 

When AK Anvil had started out, two years ago, he and his record
producers had concocted a stratagem, or ruse, to basically get the 
record buying public to buy his records. Taking their inspiration from 
failed attempts in the past, they expanded on the idea of injecting 
subliminal soundwaves into the records. They were so subtle, they could 
easily avoid detection, but they were there, in all of Anvil's recorded 
output. They discovered they could alter these waves to affect certain 
parts of the brain, to tune it to their requirements. They could 
basically heighten a persons distaste for Anvil music, or heighten 
their liking. They couldn't set it to too high a level, or people would 
get suspicious. Everybody who heard his music would be buying it, from 
classical enthusiasts to elderly people who didn't like anything 
modern. They set it at an optimal level. Not too low, not too high. 
Many people who heard his music gradually grew to like it, people who 
normally would despise such music. Of course there were people who 
didn't like it, and those who would just about tolerate it if it came 
on the radio. They wouldn't buy it, or borrow it, they simply would not 
turn the radio off if it came on. Yet, the effect it had on those who 
would have liked it in normal circumstances was an increase in their 
admiration to exceedingly dangerous levels. Every time they heard 
Anvil's recorded music, it would affect their minds to such a degree as 
to enhance their devotion. When they were in the hotel, and Anvil had 
sat down with them, what he said and did were of no importance as they 
went unnoticed. They could not let him go. He was there, amongst them, 
and with the subliminal effects at their insecure intensity, 
unaccounted for by Anvil and the producers, they simply could not let 
Anvil go. They had to have a piece of him. The fan club members had 
stood up and surrounded Anvil, and proceeded to tear him apart, each 
taking their own piece of him as a personal souvenir. How far the 
subliminal soundwaves could go on its effect on the mind was not 
something assessed by the experiments. The most devoted fans of AK 
Anvil were already at an irreversible stage. Every time they played his 
music, which was every day, the subconscious waves had a slightly 
increasing effect, rather like dementia, with a gradually decaying 
state of mind. It was a similar effect with Anthony. Every time his 
music was played, it would increase, ever so slightly, the effect of 
the subliminal message: ‘You love this music, you want this music'. Yet 
with its constant bombardment of repeated playing, the increased effect 
it would have on devoted fans would be anybody's guess. 


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