Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Fun Begins Again

The music that was my sole comfort in this dark pit suddenly became more cheerful. More familiar. I saw images that pleased me. Those people who saw my condition and did NOTHING about it. Those teachers who IGNORED my pleas for help. Those police officers who were TOO BUSY stuffing their fat FACES full of donuts and checking for half of the community's Green Cards. All of them. Ever single one. I saw on the ground. In the trees. Blood soaked and maggot infested. Bones broken and eyes gouged out. Mouths sewn shut to take from them the release of screaming. AND THEY DESERVED WORSE. I saw my kills. Knife thrust through the old farmers gut. The crack of the baseball bat as it connected with the baby's head. The SCREAMS of the security guards as they were flattened beneath the Killdozer.

I finally remembered my name, my identity. Morningstar. I was Morningstar.

My body felt like it had been sitting on that hard stone for eons. Bones cracked as I stood up. My stomach screamed for sustenance. I felt weak. The lightning from the storm illuminated a door atop a short flight of stairs. Slowly, ever so slowly I ascended. The door was unlocked, and behind it a blinding light nearly staggered me back into darkness. But I pressed on, half blind, shivering and starving. It was a large house. Mansion like, beautiful colors and scents were all around. But there was still that maddening silence. I thought I could still hear the sounds of the tools breathing beneath me.

As I gawked at my surroundings, something caught my eye. I wandered over to an unfamiliar face staring at me. Raven hair and deep blue eyes. Like my father's eyes. I hated them. We stared at each other for the longest time before I realized who I was looking at: Myself. This was a mirror. This was MY face. But... This WASN'T MY FACE. THIS WASN'T ME. I looked into his eyes and beheld fear and shock. My fear and shock. His fear and shock... I ran away from the lying reflection... And saw something far more horrible. Standing in the Hall. Amber Eyes on a familiar face, beneath a blood red hood, hovering above a grin that no human should be capable of making. I knew, in the moment I looked into his eyes, that I was standing in the presence of The Devil himself.

32 comments:

  1. We have seen the enemy, and he is a tool. Literally, I dub thee: socket wrench.

    That said, Socket Wrench, you were programmed into a body. Congratulations. That doesn't make you the real thing. The devil is the least of your concerns. Try to walk away while you can.

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    1. Saaaaaagey. Clothes do not make the man. You should know THAT. This is just a shell for my personality, my experiences and my memories.
      I do wish Redlight would have given me a more nimble body though. I feel like a turtle.

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    2. I must say, Mr. Dwyer, your refusal to see things that are evidently obvious is rather concerning. Perhaps you are in a state of continual denial? It would fit with your habit for trivializing things that scare you - and what a diverse list that is!

      Regardless, I'll just have to make myself clear. A Brother in arms is hardly going to "walk away" from his duty. Am I correct... Morningstar?

      Regards,

      Redlight

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    3. Are you kidding? This is a DREAM JOB. Why the hell would I walk away from this? Well. I guess I did Once. But I can't even remember why. So. Sticking around. Killing your enemies. And so on and so forth.

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  2. I was meaning to say this a while ago but I've been preoccupied, I will buy that are still somehow alive, but if your appearance is not in some way fucked up after all of that, I am calling BS.

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    1. ... Did you READ the damn post?

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    2. I wasn't really sure if you were being literal or metaphorical. I've seen (and apparently have been typing) so many cryptic posts lately I'm not really sure what is what at this point.

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    3. Do I SEEM like the type to be cryptic? I am more the type to smash your face in with a brick. Which, incidentally, is how I intend to kill you if we ever cross paths.

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    4. You've lost your sense of style, BitchStar.

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    5. Really. Can't you come up with YOUR OWN Nicknames for me? Instead of stealing other people's?

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    6. Well for fuck's sake you've been gone for a couple months, people can change. Cut me some slack.

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    7. Raggedy, learn to shut your mouth. You never have anything interesting to say.

      You know what I'll call you? Twilight. You're just about as frightening as Edward, and probably as sparkly and I KNOW as annoying. Happy? <3

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  3. That... is going to take a while to get used to.

    It's a good thing I now know what to expect. Wouldn't want to put a bullet between the eyes of an old friend, now, would I?

    Curious.

    If you are now a "Presence" or "Personality" taking host of a body... what would happen if you were killed again? I mean, you already died once. And you always did have a habit of repeating yourself...

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    1. ... That's assuming he's in a symbiotic host parasite kind of situation. Don't be daft; I doubt that the whole hand would be revealed in one bloody go. This is going to be a long, arduous, needlessly complicated journey, isn't it?

      Fucking hell. I guess, well, welcome back, "Brother". Although I feel next to no kinship with you and share no relation, it is good to see you back, I suppose...

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    2. And it is SO. GOOD. TO BE BACK. Symbiotic Parasite. Huh. I wonder if I can possess people...
      ... Any Volunteers?

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    3. Tempting, very tempting, but I think I'll pass. Then again, I have a proxy running around in my area who clearly has no brain, why don't you go ahead and try with him, I'm tired of working with that fool.

      See you around
      -Caged

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    4. Fuck no volunteers. Were you really expecting someone to be that stupid?

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    5. I'd agree, but with the condition that you sign a contract first saying I'm not liable for anything that happens.

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  4. I like your Wrath Dr. Popplelloppaggus. It's something to be admired.

    You must be a scary fuck to have earned a second life on good terms. I kind of hate you for that.

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    1. Some might call me scary. They are mostly dead. The few that got away don't find me very scary. I intend to change their minds about that if I can... But next to my new boss, I am about as scary as a growling puppy.
      My ability to cause chaos and destruction are likely what convinced him to bring me back.

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    2. Chaos and Destruction... the specialty of unruly puppies.

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  5. Sing the song of destruction, and let the games begin anew.

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    1. What the fuck? You keep showing up sounding like a bad Zeldy.

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  6. Just exactly what is your plan Redlight? What do you hope to accomplish by bringing two maggot infested bodies from their grave (no offense Star). You should be careful when slapping Mother Nature in the face, She will slap back.

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    1. ... Oh, yes, because straight out asking is just going to get you the answer. And then maybe everyone who died recently will crawl back from wherever they were hiding and you'll all join together and defeat the menace and be done in time for afternoon bloody tea.

      And what still gets me is the fact that we're TRYING to warn you lot; this one is not like the other. Whatever game he's got planned, we're knee deep in it. The only people that know what's going on are most likely either assisting or dead.

      So stop asking stupid tossing questions. You'll lower the IQ of whatever damn street corner you're on.

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    2. Wait, two? Who else was revived? Unless you're meaning Redlight, but that doesn't make much sense in context of the first part of the sentence.

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    3. Joseph- you can go fuck yourself because I wasn't even talking to you. I'm not in anything. I'm merely an observer for YWWOH. "We" are warning? Who is "we"?

      Ben- Excuse me. I misread Nightscream's post. I thought she had died and Redlight brought her back. Turns out she was on the brink of death and Redlight saved her. My apologizes, I did not intend for any confusion.

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    4. Oh, OK. I thought I was missing more fun. Though I do need to get around to reading the last few months of Nightscream's blog at some point.

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    5. Zephy, I'm surprised you're even still alive to be ASKING the stupid questions.

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