Tag: 2022

….“Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be,” he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. “Are you sure it’s stable?”

Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. “You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all, my shit is constant and trendsetting. If you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation, I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean in not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you, I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight! Gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! Gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out!” he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shakes it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. “See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special!”….

….“I wanted you to know that there was nothing personal about what I have done today, or in the days before today. We are all lost, filtering through the cosmos like a speck of dust caught in solar winds.” he almost sings from his blood drenched lips as he looks up into the sky above them, allowing the magnificences of space to untether him from the earthly plain he finds himself standing on. A smile broadly tears itself across his face and the sky above, as he shoots ever upwards, gaining speeds faster than light.

Glorious clusters of gaseous stars spiral around him, as if preforming a dance, and he can but only reciprocate, gyrating left, then right, a left again as he stretches his arms wide, grabbing handful’s of space dust. Playfully he cups his hands before him and blows the dust back into the space from where it came, then he looks back down to Ander, who sucks in breath after desperate breath, his face filled with hate.

The smile drops from his lips, and he frowns like a circus clown would when trying desperately to get the audience to believe its feelings had been hurt. But like the children who cry back at the clown in a decisive unison, Ander is not easily taken in…..

….“I don’t expect you to anything more than die, if I had intended to make you suffer the cut would not have been so deep,” Jacob says with a wry smile as he closes the door behind him, leaving Mark sobbing in the darkness to bleed out alone.

“Y-YOU BASTARD!” he screams out, blood tainted saliva spraying from his lips. He desperately presses down upon his thigh, instantly feeling a river of thick liquid swallow his hand. He breathes several stuttered breaths become dragging his sleeve across his face, smearing the blood, dirt and tears across his face.

“W-WHY!” he sobs loudly. “W-WHY ME!”

“There is no reason why, child.” a distorted voice hisses from out of the darkness that cause him to jump in fright and clutch ever so tightly on the breath that now sticks in his chest.

“W-W-WHO’S THERE!” he calls out in terror.

“You could call me many things,” the voice says as a match head strikes to life and a pasty skinned old man stares back at him with disengaging look across his ragged flesh. “But today you can call me saviour,” he says with quivering mouth as his eyes fall into the darkness below Mark’s waist and his dry tongue gently caress his lips…..

….“But what if it’s all true, what if none of this is real and we’re all just characters in a FUCKED UP story, written by some guy who can’t even hold a candle to the characters he writes for? What if you, and I don’t even exist? What would you think of the situation then? Would you still be scared?” He asks with a smug smile across his weathered lips.

“What do you mean guy? Don’t you think a woman could possibly be out there writing this shit?” she says as she gestures freely to the world around them.

His smug smile softens as the corners curl. “I didn’t mean to be sexist, I was just setting an example in place is all. How about I reword the some guy, to some one, will that work?”

“That’s not the point and you know it!” she spits quickly with a playful smile on her face.

“Then you have lost me, because I thought we were all about tickets and numbers, but now it’s all about words and meanings. Bit of a tall order ain’t it?”

“A tall order for you, or maybe just another plot point designed to lengthen the story’s runtime.”….

….“I-I, I know nothing of this promise, or of you, so why don’t you care less for things of flight or fancy, and worry more about the hand I will strike you down with!” he snarls as the room vibrates with a raw energy as his hair glows with a thousand bolts a electricity while he gently levitates into the air. “I have killed many a soul in my time, some deserving of my hand, others not, but it is not up to me to discriminate who or who’s shall not suffer below me!” he fires as the air around him goes silently still and ice cold, then explodes with a pulsating river of energy exploding from within, decimating everything before him. Several long drawn out seconds pass, then the pulsating stops and he gently floats back to the ground with a broad smile across his face as he looks over the barren earth that has been cut around him for the next fifty meters or so.

“Unto thy end whelp,” he hisses proudly with a curl of his lips. The blade tears through chest and pulls him high into the air…..

….“Words of sin shall not find their way into all that is mine, for the grace of all that he promises shall be given to those that follow in his word, and those that don’t shall know sorrow and sadness tenfold.” he relaxes his grip and stares at her in dismay. “W-Why can you not accept his w-word and join me Josephine? Why do you break my heart ever so?”

She spits a wad of saliva into his face with an aggressive sneer across her lips and a brow deeply furrowed. “I TOLD YOU BEFORE, I’M NOT JOSEPHINE! SHE’S FUCKI…” she doesn’t get to finish her words as he slaps her across the face with a powerful open hand.

“Your words of sin will not be sought in my home, and neither will your lies! Face the truth with me, or I will cut it from you!” he hisses as he holds an intricate handled knife up for her to see, it’s edge gleaming brightly in the dimly lit room…..

….“So if you’re not trying to ignite fear in this community, what is it you are trying to do?” Herbert huffs through fiercely clenched lips.

“W-Well obviously not what has taken place that’s for sure!” Lee quips with a nervous smile dressed across the lower half of his face, while the room sits in perplexed silence awaiting the answer that does not come.

Finally Herbert clears his throat loudly and slaps an open hand down upon the tabletop before him. “The time for jokes has passed Mister Jones, all I require from you now is the truth, regardless of fact or fiction. We have scared people here, people who rely upon the community to survive, and without that, they will wither and die. Is that what you want? Do you want people to die?”

“N-N-No, o-of course I d….”

“THEN WHY DO YOU CONTINUE WITH YOUR CHOSEN PATH!” he bellows as he slaps the table once again, interrupting Lee mid sentence.

“I-I, I don’t know w-why, o-okay. I DON’T KNOW WHY!” he spits while cradling his head in his hands as tears cascade down cheeks.

The room falls in another bout of uncomfortable silence as each individual comes to their own silent decision….

….“It’s easy for you to say SHIT like this, you’ve been here before. For me, this is my first time, I don’t know all the intricate ins and outs of what I should and shouldn’t do.”

“If you don’t keep up and start listening to me it’ll be your only time here!”

“A-Are you threatening me!” he stammers through shaking lips.

“Are you seriously asking me,” he says as he gestures towards himself with a perplexed look up on his face. “This guy right here, if I’m threatening you?”

“I-I-It’s been a rough day ok!”

His eyes widen, “Seriously? This guy right here!” he says as he gestures to himself once again.

“I-I-I, I know okay, I-I, I know. L-Look, i-f-if I do this what happens to you?”

“What do you mean, happens to me?”

“Exactly what it sounds like I mean. What happens to you if I do what you’re asking me to do!”

“That’s not really answering my question, it’s just asking the same question but without the retarted stuttering.”….

….“Cold out here, isn’t it?” he says with a wry smile upon his lips. “Would you like to get naked and cuddle? I understand naked bodies produce more heat than clothed ones do, and I believe it would be especially welcome for such a cold environment as your heart.”

“I very much doubt that to be true, and you’re game for saying I’m COLD!” she quips back.

His smile grows and he allows a muffled laugh to escape. “Are you now calling me a liar as well as a heartless braggart?”

“Aren’t you?”

He laughs louder and with more gusto this time, clutching at his stomach like a small child would a bowl of lollies. “You are a cruel woman Jessica, an idiot, but a cruel idiot.”

“Why, because I’m honest? Or is it because I’m not afraid of you?”

“Neither of those things my dear, it’s because you are foolish to somehow believe our relationship will ensure that I won’t hurt you, when in reality I have another fifty women like you. The unfortunate thing for you my dear is, they know their place, and to speak when spoken to, and to SHUT UP when not.”

“They sound utterly boring.”….

….“Are you sure it wasn’t mine?” he asks with a wry smirk across his lips.

He looks at him with a deathly stare as his brow gently furrows. “A-A-ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUSLY TRYING TO SAY ALL THIS WAS YOUR IDEA?”

“Why, besides you who says it isn’t?”

“I’m the only one who’s saying it because I’m the only one here.”

“Not counting me.”

His lips curl. “YOU DON’T FUCKING COUNT!”

“Because you say I don’t, so why should your opinion count to me, if mine doesn’t count to you?”

“BECAUSE THIS IS MY LABORATORY! THE SEATS WE’RE SITTING ON ARE MINE, AND I’M THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH THIS FUCKING PLAN!”

His smile broadens and he looks at him condescendingly. “Are you sure of all that, or is it just how the old memory banks have been programmed to make you think?”

The blood runs from Mike’s face as his brow slowly rises, and he stares blankly at him. “W-What are you t-t-trying to s-say? A-A-Are you saying I’m t-the copy and y-y-you’re the o-original?”….