So I have an apartment, and no internet, so I cant really do much, but without furter ado, I'd like to present to my fans the first chapter of my story;
The afternoon came soon after. It was your noon, the part in the before. It saw you and you did not see it coming and it fucking got you. "Seven twenty five" she said, “can you fucking hear me?".
I could hear the bitch, not like I cared or anything. My eyeballs were rolled up under my skin, salty sweat stuck to my face like hot glue. I could feel my veins all over myself twitching. I looked up at that whore and spit hot sand in her face.
I felt her nails burrowing into my skull as she twist my neck up to match her face. She tossed me away like I was a rag doll. The oversized moon laughs at me; its faint smile reminds me of empathetic happiness. We were on our way to her terrible palace, a place of sick brilliance that can be described only as the most exquisite areas of Hell. I’ve only been there once before, and I lost my soul. So now I’m going back, in a desperate attempt to find my soul again. But I fear that my hollow brain may be the cause of my gross fatigue, as I let the earth’s gravity take its toll on a defenseless son of God.
I hated this entire situation, fated to rot in slavery. At least as far as she’s concerned. That beautiful succubus has me wrapped around her finger. Any chance of pain I have time left to take is slowly digested, as thoughts of bitter nostalgia and a small glitter of hope basically make me laugh. I’m on a one way ticket to the worst couple of days of my life and all I can do is pathetically smile through a blood and sand filled mouth, a fine mess I got myself into this time.
I let my head fall back against the wooden plank I had made my safe haven. I let the uneven pace of our journey take my head back and forth as the crack ridden road show its might. I take time to concentrate on one star at a time, making up wild stories of the rise and descent of the many planets surrounding this place I call home. A fine home this is, I’ll tell you. A home that's allowed this mistreatment to happen. I start to feel jealousy of my made up kings and queens who rule made up planets with made up governments with clauses and amendments that affect technically nothing but put my mind at ease. It’s the most calming maneuver, I’d say...considering.
Floating around a pack of large haired beasts. It was where I was going. I saw the brown napped fur covered in neon bits of assorted beetles. That was my destination. I’m really trusting fate after this one.
I found a curled up position on the undercarriage. You could hear the heaves and sighs of the beasts running, carrying us humans. Humans, me and that woman, her eyes piercing like hornets stinging the tender blue highlight in my eyes. I bet she feels good, a man at her pity. If I turned my head in just the right position I could almost feel pity for her. But she was smiling, beaming in her victory. Even in my current state I felt a barrier of energy forbidding me to intrude on her celebration. "Do you know where we are going" she told me. I told her that we are going to Hell. "Hell is imaginary; flesh is what is to be concerned about." Sort of chilling. I was slicing her head off with my stare. How’s that for flesh?
As the train rumbled down the bumps of the path, a pair of deadly eyes bounced with every foot our carriage went, beginning to understand my sweet predator. Attention whore.I could feel the light in my brain; it sucked itself in through my nose and contaminated the whole lot of me.
The sky becomes a tunnel. It seems that time and space itself has reformed to lead some kind of pathway to oblivion. But the world has not yet ended. There was no time for logical rationality in my position; I was at the very bottom of the food chain, below rats and below insects. I lay here encrusted with stale blood as war paint as I pathetically waste whatever effort I would have to want to escape. It was a new feeling and I felt enthralled to see what would be the last words. My "master" had flown away to farther back in line.
I never thought about anything but myself, I finally realized. I had been thinking of an explanation. This was definitely my worst case scenario though, and to actually think things through have no place in these kinds of situations. But I could not just ride with it like i had done in previous, less severe circumstances. I swung my arms against the wall, achieving leverage to somehow bring myself to a position where I could see the misery which was behind and in front of me. I inched my face up slowly over this wooden wall which had, until now, been a haven of comfort and reverence. I threw myself into the world of uncertainty and looked with open eyes at my situation. It was miles. Not feet, not yards or inches or square meters, miles. An emotion hit me that seemed to be a sort of intrusiveness as this whole cariage in itself existed to cart my sole sorry excuse of a soul to an unknown exponent.
I decided to keep my eyes in focus.Consideration for my peers was a death notice, this was pure nature.I needed to stay inside my body, defend my flesh at all costs.I observed up and then down, my arms were fastened to metal chain links, a trick to keep me here, it was a trick.An excuse, there was a loophole.The chains went underneath the wheel and then the chains broke.A good first step.The problem was that I had no motivation, no will to move my carcass off and away.I blinked, and again.My engines start, like an incredible machine, the vast processes inside of me initiate themselves and it felt hard to believe.Optimism.I was on a peak, for a little while.My aggressor noticed.
“What is that look on your face?” she asked me.She was commenting on my crescent shaped lips which were pointing upwards, it was an emotionless expression a baby makes when it tries to understand humanity.This was the climax of the first act; a slip up now may throw the whole script in the fire.My optimism was now fear, and upon realization of that I could start to feel my heart again.
It only took a second, and I felt silly to not have thought of it before.I watched my chest heaving and I thought about that look on my face, it felt good.I waved goodbye to my train and did nothing.I felt like a reverse Jesus, my arms stretched out on the cool twilight sand, the rest of me recovering.I was laughing for no apparent reason.I was dead either way.
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