Tag: See Me

Each step he takes down the shadow drenched street is heightened to a near fevered level by the possessive ambiance filtered into his subconsciousness by the techno enchanted music that slithers into his ears though a cheap set of bluetooth headphones. His eyes fixate on the screen before him, only looking up from time to time to ensure that there are no obstacles or any unruly figures to obstruct his path through this pitch night. He casts a glance to his left, partially catching the wayward attention of Abbey his Saffy-Cross, she looks up at him then to the ground quickly as she plants her nose into the ground and sniffs bringing herself to a powerful stop.

He pulls on her lead and the struggle begins anew for them both, with a defiant whine she thrusts herself closer to the ground while her nose draws in more and more vital information from whatever substance she finds herself senses currently basking in.

“NO!” He growls commandingly as he pulls once more on her lead forcing her to her feet, almost dragging her onward down the street. Abbey looks longingly over her shoulder towards the euphoria of brightly colored odors that move around like streams of water dancing in an extravagant fountain you’ll find in the middle of most European cities that’ve been in existence for more that a few hundred years.

Suddenly the street exploded with colour and an overpowering aroma, sending Abbey’s senses in a cascading whirlwind of terror. At first she tries to run but the collar tightens as the lead becomes taut, resulting in her master growling at her gruffly.

“WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!” He yells as she continues to dart confused glances around the brightly coloured street, whimpering as she presses herself to the ground in fear as figures begin to move towards them.

Her master kneels by her side and begins to gently pat her head, “Abbey, what’s wrong? What’s going on in that head of yours old girl?”

“She can see what we can’t see. She can smell what we can’t smell. The doorways are opening to the other place, and she knows it,” a voice announces from out of the darkness before them, cause both of them to jump in shock.

“W-W-Who the FUCK are you?” He calls out as a figure slowly walks from out of the darkness and under the light of a street lamp, his mouth drops as he stares into his own eyes.

“I know this is going to be hard to understand, but you have to listen to everythin…”

“W-W-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? A-A-Are you m-m-m-me?”

“No I’m not you Marty, well technically I’m not you. It’s kinda the reverse actually, you see you’re ME.”

“I guess you could say there was a theme going through the blogs,” Kevin says as he sculls the glass of water down as if it had been days since he’d last had any fluids touch his dry, sore throat.

“What kind of theme?”

“I can’t quite explain it, if I had too I’d say It was like the room of mirrors you’d find in those old creepy fun parks. Actually that feels better than using the word theme,” he says pushing the drained glass toward an almost empty porcelain jug.

“You’re losing me again kid. What does this have to do with a fun park?” The man asks as he pours the remaining water into the glass and slides it back towards Kevin.

“Nothing Detective bozo, you’ve only completely missed the point I was trying to make,” Kevin says with a exacerbated sigh. “What I was saying was, the blogs were all lined up like the mirrors in a fun park. Each one on a slightly different angle. Each one slightly twisted in design. But throughout each one the original image was still present regardless, feeding like a leech off every reverberated image,” Kevin says as he wipes his sweaty palms on blood stained jeans. 

“Okay, let’s get back to how you first made contact with the victims.”

Kevin nervously fiddles with the glass before lifting it to his lips. “Do I have to?” He asks before taking another mouthful of the water.

“Maybe the gravity of all that’s going on around you has lost its weight somewhere in that addled mind of yours, so let me bring you back up to speed. You’re facing sixteen counts of indecent assault, fourteen counts of recklessly endangering the lives of innocent bystanders, and two, possibly three counts of murder in the first degree. Now if you FEEL like answering my questions is a waste of YOUR valuable time, then you’ve got another thing COMING! Now how the fuck did you and the victims first make contact with each other?”

Kevin swallows and slides the glass towards him once more. “C-C-Can I have another glass?”

“What the fuck are you, a fish? Just answer the god DAMN question!” The man screams as he swipes the glass off the table and sends it crashing into the wall opposite.

Kevin smiles as he nervously scratches at an infected abscess on his arm. “It was on a forum board, and before you ask I don’t remember which one, but it was online.”

”And?”

”And what?” Kevin asks as a foul-smelling pus bursts from the inflamed area on his arm as he continues to dig at the now open wound.

“And what did each of the victims say when they messaged you?”

Kevin moves uncomfortably in his seat before looking at up the man with soulless black eyes, “Do you want to read a story Detective Toddard?”

Jarvier’s eyes shot open in a desperate panic as he finds himself alone in the darkness of his own home, the room illuminated only by the dull light from the TV as it hisses with static.

“You’re DANCING the WRONG dance with the WRONG partner Herbert, give me what I ask for or the end will be more than a bow to your partner!” Sinclair growls, spit spraying from his mouth as he slams a tightly clenched fist down onto the table that sits between them.

Herbert smiles wryly as he drags deeply on his cigarette, then blows several perfectly formed smoke rings into the air above them quickly followed by an arrow like streak of smoke blown from his nose that pierces the center of the rings.

“You’re just jelly because your old lady liked my nine inches more than she loves your four.”

Sinclair launches to his feet, tossing the table to the side as he does and ending the carefully planned maneuver with the barrel of his revolver pressed against the centre of Herbert’s skull.

“I’ve thought about this moment for so long I’m hard with anticipation, so just give me something. Give me one more smart arsed comment and see the damage THESE four inches will do to YOUR brain!”

“Probably the same thing my nine inches did to your wife hal….” he doesn’t get to finish his words as Sinclair fires the revolver, removing half of Herbert’s skull. For several moments he sits there motionless as a sea of red cascades from the shattered remains of what was once his head, before toppling backwards to the floor.

“Like one of those roundabout animations. You know the ones I’m talking about, where you stick a heaps of sequential drawings together on the inside a cylinder and spin it around like the worlds going to go out of style and you get the illusion that whatever you drew moves,” the boy says nervously.

“You’d drawn,” a voice says from somewhere within the darkness.

“S-Sorry?” He asks as he nervously rubs his wrists, momentarily soothing the rawness that was created by the handcuffs earlier.

A mustached man leans forward into the light whilst placing a cigarette in his mouth. They stare into each other’s eyes until the nervous young man looks away, and the mustached man smiles as he ignites a match, lighting his cigarette.

“You said you drew, but it should’ve been you’d drawn,” he says taking a long drag on the cigarette before blowing the smoke into the boys face.

His eyes well-up, stinging sharply as he tries to catch a breath of unpolluted air. “W-W-What?” He gasps, coughing violently.

The mustached man smiles as he leans back into the darkness, taking a drag on the cigarette once more. The room glows with a volatile red as the embers of the cigarette surge to life, and the boy wets himself immediately, slowly raising his hand into the air and pointing to the darkness beyond the man with trembling lips.

The mustached man raises an eyebrow as he feels a coldness touch his back followed moments later by a decaying stench that cuts into each nostril like a knife, and then it speaks….

I’ve dissected every moment up until this point with cold silent reflection, calculated every lie I’ve ever told to find the trajectory of this moment here and still haven’t found any reason why I’m standing naked and alone in this room.

Don’t even try to ask the question for it doesn’t matter what I was doing before this all happened, or what I had planned on doing after. To be honest, and I’m sure you will agree, in the end it doesn’t even matter how many lies brought us here to this moment, all that matters now is surviving this ordeal and getting back on the streets where I need to be.

That’s what really matters.

Well that’s what I keep telling myself as I stand here letting moment after wasted moment pass by like a reddish ooze sliding underneath a doorway.

I can see by the void that lies beyond your eyes that you don’t fully understanding what’s going on. What my words mean in the cluttered format I have selected to present them to you in. I can see some movement of recognition as a word jolts some piece of equipment in the deluded little playground inside your head, but that is few and far between.

There it is.

That nervous smile you’re so good at giving when you’re not sure if you’ve just been given an insult or someone’s made a half arsed joke at your expense.

Allow me to build upon it if you wish, because it doesn’t seem like we’re going anywhere soon.

SEE!

There it is again.

I saw your eyes grow wide for a moment as your read the word WE!

Did you think I stood here alone? Reread my words again, but hear them this time.

There.

I can see now you understand, but still confusion holds onto your throat with a vice-like grip.

Let me help shed some skin.

Let me help you see what wicked lies brought us here.

Let me show you what pathetic misdeeds singled you out so perfectly.

I can see by the look on your face many of those moments have flooded through your dull synapses.

But first before we venture down the road of never-ending decay, do me one last service.

Do this deed to start our a conversation anew.

And look up from these words, and see me…..

For I see YOU!