I bore no resemblance, I was me, yet so was he, the dragon in a skin suit, my demonic master, my throne, my one and only, a destiny apart, while a window in between, I gathered, he surrendered, but it was you not me, in the night so dark, the blood so warm, a vengeance was born…
….Kevin places his trembling fingers in the puddle of green liquid while screw up his lips and squeezing his eyes tightly closed.
“H-H-Happy n-n-now!” he hisses through clenched teeth, as he pulls his fingers free, only for them to be pushed back into the puddle, as a hand tightly grips his.
“I WILL SAY WHEN IT IS ENOUGH, NOT YOU! I CHOOSE, FOR I AM CONVOY, AND YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! DO YOU SEE? DO YOU KNOW!?” he spits into his face with words bathed in fire.
“P-P-PLEASE!” Kevil cries as tears stream down his face.
“There are no more pleases or thank yous in my world child, I have no time for petty pleasantries. IN a world falling apart, good manners will not save you, but words, words can give you freedom. So use your worlds and make me see what you see! Use your words and make me feel what you feel! Bring me the mountain, and I will then release you from your pain!”
“Y-Y-You p-promise I-I-I, I’ll be f-f-free?”
“Freer than anyone else in this god forsake world, that you can damn guarantee.” Convoy says with a broad smile wrapping itself across his lips….
….The dashboard flashes violently and the alarm screams overhead in rhythmic duplicity, while Shaun pushes his hands into the side of his head with more desperation than ever before.
“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STOP THIS!” he bellows.
“You don’t, you can’t change what has happened, you can only go with the flow,” Jethro says with a thick layer of smugness spread across each word like sprinkles on a donut as he leans back in his seat and places his legs up on the console.
Shaun sweeps them away as a thick stream of bile spills from his oversaturated mouth. “QUIT FUCKING AROUND AND HELP ME BEFORE WE BOTH END UP A SMEAR OF THE FOOTPATH!” he spits.
“And what will you have me do? What can I assist with?”
“I-I-I, I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! Y-YOU COULD D-DO SOMETHING I-INSTEAD OF FUCKING NOTHING!”
He chuckles lightly, as he pulls a small flask from his jacket and unscrews its lid. “I’ll drink to doing something then,” he says as presses the cannister to his lips and winks at Shaun who sits there watching him drain the entire flasks contents down his gullet with eyes that grow wider with each passing second….
He sat before me, eyes pale and white, foiled in hate, soiled in fate, given no mercy to the delight of the others, the wickedness spoke naught, defiant, devoid, we gazed and we stole, no moments, no stories to be told, no shining lights to be seen, a man and his visage, a man no longer to be, no longer me…
What is the sea that spills from me, a sickness, a seed, a desire to be incomplete, I waived the purpose of my need, gave it substance, a stickiness to see, faded, old, dry and cold, my broken dreams, my child, my seed, swept away before me, in a river of ammonia, a sea of disowning…
….Cole nervously wipes the sweat from his forehead with a clumsy drag of his arm across his brow, before squinting through the glass scope once more.
“T-T-There’s still nothing there. A-A-Are you sure t-this is where y-y-you saw it?” he stammers.
“Would I lie to you about this lover boy?” Amber purrs into his ear. “You know what they say about virtues and patience.” she says as she wraps a hand around him and plunges it downwards, towards his crotch, grabbing a handful of his semi-hardening member.
He lets out a grunt and tightly closes his eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I told you before WOMAN!” he spits as he pulls himself free of her grip. “Either I FUCK you, or I KILL this THING for you! NOT both, AND NOT TOGETHER!”
She giggles mockingly. “So MANLY! So FIRM! Are you sure I can’t entice you to do one, and then the other?” she purrs as her hands run over him, pulling and tearing at his clothing.
“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WOMAN, QUIT IT!” he roars as he pushes her away and pulls his gaze from the rifles scope. “I CAN’T C-C-C-CONCE-E-E-ENTrate…” his words fumble in his mouth before dying away, while a fresh sea of sweat cascades down his brow as he stares towards the beast that stands before them….
Haggard in the morning air, the cold breeze cuts to the bone deep, wishful thinking, sinners sinning, I lost me rhythm, preyed to a god that was not listening, yet the devil was, and she dealt me a hand wrapped in wealth, she cast me out, she threw me in, I struggled, I choked, I desperately called, but no one cared, no one at all…
I spat, while you hit back, a broken window to the soul, eyes not open, stolen not sold, we give the key, yet there is no door, woken but asleep, the dying eyes of a mirrored image, lost to me, I am incomplete…
….“There is no magical switch you can THROW! There is no immediate remedy that will do ALL the hard work FOR you! YOU must DO what NEEDS to be DONE! YOU must EARN your PENANCE!” Bellamy vomits through teeth tightly clenched, while a pointed hand thrusts repeatedly towards Agatha and Simone. “YOU must atone for the blasphemy YOU have brought to MY house!”
A quivering smile waves itself across Agatha’s lips, which boils Bellamy’s blood almost instantly.
“WHAT DO YOU FIND FUNNY ENOUGH THAT YOU WOULD BRING MY WRATH TEN-FOLD DOWN UPON YOU!” she cries with eyes blacker than the darkest night.
The smile grows and Agatha lets out a jovial burst of laughter. “If you still THINK this is YOUR kingdom, then YOU are the ONE who requires the shroud over YOUR eyes to be peeled back, not us,” she spits venomously, while a smile creeps its way across Simone’s lips as well.
Bellamy take a staggered step back, gripping the bustle of her dress tightly. “H-H-HOW DARE YOU! HOW D-DARE YOU! T-T-THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I W….” But her words are cut short as Amber launches to her feet and charges forward, wrapping her hands around Bellamy’s throat.
“This isn’t YOUR house anymore!” she growls….
….“Time isn’t as accommodating as you would hope it to be unfortunately, for it has its own set of rules that do not shift our fluctuate for any man, woman, or God for that matter! Just know that you did all you could and be satisfied in that!” Malik hisses through bloody teeth.
“BULLSHIT!” Sebastian spits as he breaks free of Sahs’s grip and thrusts a casting finger pointed at Malik, his face twisted with distain. “Lupine found a way, and I know you are privy to all his dirty little secrets, so spoil the broth and tell me before I tear the words from within you!”
“Lupine never found his way out of a wet paper bag!” Malik scoffs. “He was a fake! A face to put a name to, a foil for someone who wished to stay in the shadows! Lupine talked the trash and paid the price for it!”
Sebastian’s eyes widen and his bottom lip trembles. “Y-Y-You’re l-l-lying! Y-Y-You h-have to b-be! Y-You m-must be!” he stammers as he grips Malik by the collar and shakes him vigorously.
“I’m afraid he’s not,” Sasha says smugly as she presses the barrel of her pistol into the back of his skull.
“Y-Y-Y-You?”
“If we had the time, I’d tell you everything,” she laughs mockingly as she clumsily leans in close to him, and breaths heavily into his ear. “I’ll be honest with you, I’ve got more time than you could ever want to have, it just means nothing after you’ve been a part of it for so long and seen all the BULLSHIT time brings with it! I’m over the same things happening time and time again. I’m over the same characters, playing the same roles, while I exist in between it all like a ghost, cursed to relive the same thing over and over again, never progressing forward.” she pulls away, and lets out a stuttered sigh. “There was once a moment in time, I placed my sights upon a mad bid to foil the chain of the endless forever and tried to forget who I was. You may laugh at my ploy, but my shoes are not the ones you have walked in, so you would never understand. I visited a shaman who lived on the outskirts of a small village at the bottom of South America, he saw me for what I was the moment I set foot in his village. The peyote was strong, and his magic more, but time would not allow me my desire, and cast my plan to the depths of the ocean in a tsunami, along with the village and all its inhabitants. She showed her case, and told me straight that what was, was always to be. No matter how hard I tried to change the whole FUCKING world, time would never have it. Time righted all the wrongs I caused and put her train back on her tracks every time without fail. EVERY FUCKING TIME! SO, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, YES SEBASTIAN! YES, I AM THE FACE BEHIND THE TOAD! I AM THE TRUE LUPINE! AND YES, TIME IS AT MY BECK AND CALL, BUT I AM ALSO AT HERS, W-WHICH IS WHY IT SADDENS ME TO DO THIS TO YOU, JUST AS YOU REMEMBER EACH TIME.” she bellows.
“W-W-WAIT! I-I-I….” But his words are torn from his mouth as the bullet from her pistol tears through his head, and then she turns the gun on herself….
I stutter words never said, facilitate the way ahead, bargain deals, wayward thoughts, the bed of lies, the frozen sin of the forever dead, I quest, I allow, drag me down, into the silence that can never be found, drag me down, into the silence without sound…
He came about from fevered dreams, barring a cross and a mouth full of steam, I believed his lies, I allowed him in, I gave him a home, I laid with him in sin, he dragged me in, the debauchery that arose from the unison of us was quite a site, blood and decay, salt and rust, but then one day he was gone, and I was the one who reaped what he had sewn within in my gut, for I bore that demonic man a son, who now lords over me with a tongue made of fire, that devil Jacob Rhime, I caught him, but let him go…
….He smiles softly as he gently places his hand on David’s and squeezes.
“You must not look inside yourself, for this is not where your strength lies. You must look inside me, and in there you will learn to be.”
David purses his lips and swallows a rough mouthful of stale air. “B-B-But how can I be strong, if my strength is not mine?”
He squeezes his hand tightly, while his smile wraps itself further along his face. “You cannot, for you do not have the ability to, so forget, and use what I have to see you through.”
“I-I-I, I don’t understand. W-W-Why can’t I…” He doesn’t get to finish his words as Marco slaps him across the face with a unforgiving hand.
“YOU DO, OR YOU DO NOT!” Marco spits venomously. “DECIDE!”
“I-I-I, I don’t u-u-understand.” David stammers as tears stream down his cheeks.
“THEN YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!” Marco bellows as he raises his hands high into the air, preparing once more to slap David’s face.
“M-M-Maybe I’m n-n-not meant t-t-to,” David weeps softly, as Marco’s face drops, and his bottom lip quivers.
“Saints present us, for he who does not see is never truly blind, he just cannot see,” he whispers softly….
…His bottom lip trembles with an uncontrollable spasms, and his eyes widen.
“Y-Y-Y-You can’t b-b-be real,” he stammers.
His smile widens and he winks once again. “Of course I can, and of course I am.”
“I-I-I, I’m l-l-losing it, t-t-that’s what’s h-happening. I-I-I, I’ve g-gone completely i-insane.”
His smile widens more. “Come on now fella, we BOTH know you’ve been insane for a long FUCKING time, so don’t use this as some revelation. THIS right here, THIS is REAL, just like ME!”
“I-I-I, I don’t b-believe you.”
“Of course you don’t, you never did before, why would you start now.”
“I-I-I, I need a-a-air. I-I-I, I need to g-g-get away f-f-from here, a-a-a-away from y-y-you.”
He laughs. “Are you listening to the words that are coming out of your guilt-ridden FUCKING mouth? Do you get how insane you sound? The ONLY person in this whole god damn world you can’t escape from is yourself, and I’m pretty FUCKING sure I come under that banner.” he says proudly from the other side of the mirror.
“W-W-Well I-I-I’ll go, I-I-I’ll go somewhere, w-w-where t-t-there aren’t a-a-any mirrors, a-a-and t-t-then I’ll b-be free of y-you as well.” he stammers through overly saturated lips.
“I’ll always be there waiting fella, ain’t nowhere you can hide.” he slurs while tapping his forehead with heavy thrusts of his thumb…
Solitarily condiment, my mask, my prison, my shell, arms broken, legs spaghetti, I fall, I falter, I see less than man, hunger, desire, I am a walking contradiction, a lost soul wanting to be free, the knife, the blade cuts, I want to escape, but I’m impossible, I can’t end…
Winding roads that lead to endings unknown, I likened the destiny of my feeble self, designed to be a nothing, fated to be ill felt, my self, my sin, biting, burning, burying all I ever could be, sewing my simple shell shut, trapping, confining, locking my self within…
Weathered hands, my call unheard, I saw the spectacle, witnessed its fall, the arms of many, the hate lost in all, we saw the features, we listened in the end, a stale sickness, haggard wisdom lost on man, we learned nothing, the days begin again, another demon, another end, a want, a lost, never ending, nothing wasted…
I wandered upon the desert, seeing things that made no sense, a hateful word wrapped in a visage, a sign, a disease, you called me into a stepping stone, destroying life from tome to tome, gaze upon me, you reckless beast, a homage to forgiveness, not mine, not yours, the fancy bastards, the fools, the lords, hold me close, strive to win, my depths of dying, my only sin..
…He breathes a haggard breath before letting his eyes fall upon her bare breast. He feels stirring from someplace deep within who he once thought he was and salivates at the thought of taking her nipple into his lusting mouth and sucking upon it like a child would it’s mothers. His nervous eyes wander upward and cat glance at first of the curving nature of her lips, as she smiles wryly at him.
“You like what you see? Does it excite you?” she purrs as he pulls his eyes away, and shuts his eyes closed with envious desperation. But the pitch black of his own emptiness is not enough, as a soft hand takes delicate grip of his ever-growing manhood and squeezes it tightly. He takes a staggered breath as the black that surrounds him is quickly invaded by the brightly lit glow of her red lips.
“Running into the emptiness like a fool is no way to escape me Sutcliffe, you of all the people in this God forsaken cesspool should know that,” she says broadening her already wide grin…
The darkness grips Jacob by his scrawny throat and tosses him out into the light. He hisses with a spiteful vengeance, and turns a hate filled glance towards Merric, who stands proudly on the hillside overlooking a small rustic town, a smile adorning his chiseled face.
“I was wondering how long it would take, before even the devil himself cast you back into the light of his lords touch.”
“YOU BETRAYED ME!” he roars as he leaps like a wild animal at him, only to find an invisible barrier surrounding Merric from his touch.
“Did you expect anything less?”
“I EXPECTED YOU TO BE HELD BY YOUR WORD!”
Merric laughs softly, as he casts his attention back to the small town below. “But I was, and still am.” he says with a playful wink. “That is why we are here, you and I.”
Jacob’s eyes widen and his mouth trembles. “W-W-W-W-Where a-a-are w-we?” he stammers.
“Why, we’re home.” he says matter-of-factly.
“B-B-B-But t-t-the t-town, i-i-it was b-burnt to t-the ground. H-H-How?” he says as he casts a fevered glance over to Merric once more.
Merric’s smile widens. “Because dear brother, it’s not just a matter of where we are, it’s also a matter of when.”
