Chapter 8
08 Aug 2009 Leave a Comment
in Wake-up Call Tags: Phase II: TEOTWAWKI
She was a petite beauty- deep and penetrating green eyes, long and flowing dark brown hair, and the smile of Mona Lisa. As she gazed up at him with a paralyzing fervor, Matthias was sure that she could see straight through him.
Don’t stop on my account…
Her commanding voice took him off-guard, sending chills down his spine.
Who is this girl?
Everyone else was by now reading their text messages, with the noise pollution gradually reducing itself to a tranquil murmuring. He could hear the shuddering, feel the fear, and taste the tears flowing down the myriad of faces. For everyone else, the truth was beginning to sink in. But this girl… A mischievous grin spread wide across her beautiful light-skinned face, and Matthias’s gaze was locked to that treacherous smile- completely vulnerable in her presence.
Did you really think that you were the only one to possess *the gift* Pathetic…
He of course knew exactly what she was talking about, but this aggression– this “mind-fucking”, there was something very wrong- very ‘unnatural’ about it. But before Matthias could even think of a way to deal with it– deal with her, a terrible song of chaos permeated his entire being; a song of vengeance, of loathing, and of an undying wrath– a song of melancholy and an insatiable longing.
At first he resisted it fervently, and to his ears it seemed a murmur of foreign voices. But then in progressed in intensity…First in the form of a a roaring crowd…Then the gibberish of thugs and outcasts…and Finally that of the whining of troubled youth. All of it mixed together, clashing with a brutal discombobulation. And yet there was something familiar about all this– very familiar! But he couldn’t remember what.
Questions flooded him… Who are these people? What do they want from me? How did they all come to be forced into this position? Up till now, the music was a curiosity, albeit an unpleasant one; but soon it came to possess power so great that it overwhelmed him, causing his own world to erupt into chaos; Matthias was completely lost, trapped in the corruption of the song, and in the labyrinth of his own heart.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! a voice called out. He suddenly got the urge to merge himself with the voices, to enthrall his whole being into the chaos, that he might understand it, and become one with it.
Just let it all go…all your goddamn pride- it’s the only thing that’s holding you back.
All this worthless Ego of yours- that’s what’s causing your suffering!
Matthias began to forget why exactly he was resisting this spiritual force in the first place. Or rather, as the lines his own reality and the one that had now encapsulated him began to blur. The “exacts” of reality seemed to no longer be relevant, or even valid. He was now intensely curious as to what mysteries might be hidden between the lines….The Lines! The seemingly ordinary words echoed loudly through his mind.
“Why!” Why does this all seem so familiar?! he shouted the words aloud, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Now in a crazed panic, having suddenly become mute, Matthias’s mind swirled in a torrent of fast-paced thought, struggling to separate one thought from the next, and tripping over his own introspections. Blaming the music for his predicament, he rebelled against the chaos once more, and with a renewed passion and a frightening rage. As he wildly struggled with the force, his suffering was further aggravated as a bright light overwhelmed him. Once the light faded away, he realized he was now blind.
Ehehehehehehehehe…Te-heh!
A deliciously melodious voice echoed through his soul, the acoustics of which intoxicated his inner-being. You wanna press your luck?! Without warning, the feminine and luscious sugar-coated sweetness had morphed into a dark Satanic growl, and Matthias cringed at the distinct sensation that he was being mentally raped.
*You’re finally starting to get the picture…!*
What picture!? Matthias growled indignantly. you’ll see…The sweet and tender voice chided.
“What the Hell are *you* trying to pull, you sick demented fuck?!”
Ahhhh….and I was going to give you your eyesight back too…!
Suddenly Matthias’s attitude dramatically changed- this new development changed everything. Almost instinctively, Matthias dropped to his knees in worship to this being. He- or She (he couldn’t tell which), must truly be a god. “Please!” he screamed in desperation…”I’ll do anything, give you anything.” He tried in vain to calm himself. “I don’t care what it takes- if you can restore my sight, I would even sell my soul to you!”
“Eheeheeheeheeheeheehee!”
Her high-pitched laugh scattered through the empty expanse, in mockery of him. You’re so naïve…so pathetic, you’re such a waste! Matthias wanted to give her a piece of his mind, but he held back. It would be unwise to anger a god, as he had learned the hard way, having lost his sight after cursing him.
*Why are you holding back? Go ahead, try to give me a piece of your mind!
This time, both the feminine and masculine voices taunted him together. He felt a sharp painful chill attack him, and a fuzzy numbness possessed his body as the truth set in. Surely I’m done for, he thought.
*I knew it would be easy, but I never thought it would be this easy*
What was she talking about? Was this a test? If so, he hadn’t the faintest clue how to respond.
Tee-hee! Sorry to break it to you darling, but there’s no way I could be a god, and even if I was, the only one who can fix your blindness is you. Sooooo…go and be a narcissist and sell your soul to yourself :p
Matthias then saw a gigantic image of an exaggerated stick-figure of a female sticking her tongue out. It was so surreal, it was sickening. There was a centrifugal rush of wind, and the image was slowly torn apart by it- stretching and crumbling on itself, torn apart as if it were spiderwebs. He could still feel the giggles menacing at him, and the echoes of her laughter were suffocating. As the facial debris disappeared from sight, a black expanse took its place, taking on the likeness of an all-seeing eye.
From the Cave, a mysterious beauty emerged, with an intense shadow cast upon her downcast face, and a demonic grin plastered to her pale cheeks. Matthias was stunned, indignant, and in disbelief. It was the mother of all ironies, as he at the moment felt the same way about her, that not too long ago, the room full of newbs had felt about him- that he had caused to feel about him.
Babe, you’ve got a lot to learn.
It was the same sickeningly sweet voice as before, but now he knew who the voice belonged to…well, at least he thought he knew. “Are you kidding me?” He retorted back. “You may have some hidden talents, but I’ve been in WUC wayyyy too long to get punked by a newb. You’ve got some ner-” Matthias’s right eye was suddenly forced out of its socket. “Ahhggh! Fuckin’ Shit! God Dam– Uhh…”
He was now lying on the floor, writhing in pain, watching his eyeball sizzle in the burning and bright light, while blood formed a dark pool around it. The innocent-looking girl now sat laughing at his pain for a while, and then, as if bored with it, rolled her eyes. At that instant, the eyeball and blood re-integrated, and merged with his empty socket, restoring his sight in the process. The pain was now gone. It was like watching a gory action flick in reverse, only this was no movie– this was reality.
As I was saying, before you went ‘macho’ on me…
Seeing that he was no match for her, Matthias resigned his pride, and listened intently. Now you’ve learned At least one thing. NOW you at least know what control really is. It’s not much, but it’s a start. I doubt you remember me, so let’s reintroduce ourselves…. My name is Airielu.
