A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 1 Part 4
The sun rose high above me, and I was lost, as if a wave tossed unto the sea. I have no leads except for what I've seen and perceived. My thoughts have been irrational, as they have remained. As the dawn stung my eyes, I thought about my life, whatever I could surmise. Life, until now, has been a desolate wasteland, a place where nightmares and waking hours intersect. As I've taken no mate, I thought of my mother and what she would say. My mother has been dead for years. Her end had destroyed my soul. The tears I cried when she had died were ones of blackened frustration, a discord of my own sinister malevolence. I had fought with myself then, as I had asked the cosmos,
"Why? Why hath you died? Bitter agony be mine."
I reckoned taking a wife would be fruitless, as my mother would have never known her. I feel alone, yea, but at least my heart has gone home. This place of nightmare come to life has given me a silent reprise, one leading to my eyes opening. Whatever stirs in me is something of great statute, a beast being gently stroked as it rages. My mind has became loud, not its usual quiet and cold defining nature. I have never cared about a case before, remaining neutral as I do what little work that I could. Now, Sam's existence has became both a sympathetic and empathetic cause for me, knowing that he too seeks the truth. What secrets that dwell up here must be guarded by rumors and whispers of infamy. There is no true haunting here. Althia guards here well, yea, gravitating to her only the chosen. Have I been drawn in by her? Did she summon me through Sam? Was I suppose to ever come here, to this wretched place, where pits create dregs, and dregs pile in? I've not gone mad in the conventional sense, but more have I gone mad to the world that has quieted my potentional. In the world below, hades and all forces of destruction reign. Here, insanity and its cradling arms await. I've never felt so peaceful, believing the loud cry of the wind gusting against my face is a wave of heaven flowing through my bones.
Standing, I felt no pain, no hunger, and no wear. I had to start again, wrapping up my modest supplies to my own delight. The hills connected nearby, leading to an increase in altitude. How much might I connect with the cosmos the higher I climb? Will I see the rustic ones, watching me, deciding my spoiled fate, moving me as one might a piece on a board? All the useless analogies cannot disrupt what I am. I cannot be free until I realize all that irrationality has to offer, insanity buffing my courage to a surreal level.
Further along, the trail did not end. As I found my way to the hill that was higher up, I was met with what seemed to be a large creature that I could only describe as a sentinel. It was large and had multiple heads, each one facing a different direction. Fearing it might see me, I got down, becoming parallel with the ground. The being did not budge, as if rooted to the ground. I knew there was no way through this barely alive obstacle but to kill it, which brought a whole moral argument to my head. What if this beast is, or was, human? I knew its purpose, though, which was to keep me from going further. I will never find Althos nor Sam if I go without killing this fatal sentry. As I drew my revolver, I steadied my hand, and shot it in one of its faces. It writhed and spun, exposing its other three faces, in each which I planted a bullet. As its four faces bled, it became still and lifeless, and I watched in awe as it transformed into what seemed an innocent creature, a person tied to a restraining device. As I moved quickly to where it was, I sought to unleash it from its torment. It was a woman, stripped naked of her clothes, her pale form exposed against the all revealing dying sun. As I untied her, I realized that her wispy brown hair and soft green eyes were an illusion, as I found that the woman had became the slain beast once more. Beings in this nightmare, why do you taunt me so? To believe I'm not alone out here seems a grand larceny, an unforgivable crime. As I searched through the many-faced beast, I recognized the agony expressed on each of its four tragic sides. None of them depicted a gender, and all seemed as if more than my bullets had sapped them of their life. The woman I had seen earlier, when hallucinations held me fast. Am I hallucinating now, or was i perhaps then? Is this beast a human, or more this infected creature wishing to die a dreary death, its life being nothing more than a parted labor? Mercy to my thoughts now. I changed the woman from before into this grotesque devil, if only to satisfy my own breaking psyche. Mental stability is a tool of survival now, as none exist upon these grassy dales of virtue's decline. To believe I killed another human would break me, so a beast is what she must be.
Chapter 1 Part 4
The sun rose high above me, and I was lost, as if a wave tossed unto the sea. I have no leads except for what I've seen and perceived. My thoughts have been irrational, as they have remained. As the dawn stung my eyes, I thought about my life, whatever I could surmise. Life, until now, has been a desolate wasteland, a place where nightmares and waking hours intersect. As I've taken no mate, I thought of my mother and what she would say. My mother has been dead for years. Her end had destroyed my soul. The tears I cried when she had died were ones of blackened frustration, a discord of my own sinister malevolence. I had fought with myself then, as I had asked the cosmos,
"Why? Why hath you died? Bitter agony be mine."
I reckoned taking a wife would be fruitless, as my mother would have never known her. I feel alone, yea, but at least my heart has gone home. This place of nightmare come to life has given me a silent reprise, one leading to my eyes opening. Whatever stirs in me is something of great statute, a beast being gently stroked as it rages. My mind has became loud, not its usual quiet and cold defining nature. I have never cared about a case before, remaining neutral as I do what little work that I could. Now, Sam's existence has became both a sympathetic and empathetic cause for me, knowing that he too seeks the truth. What secrets that dwell up here must be guarded by rumors and whispers of infamy. There is no true haunting here. Althia guards here well, yea, gravitating to her only the chosen. Have I been drawn in by her? Did she summon me through Sam? Was I suppose to ever come here, to this wretched place, where pits create dregs, and dregs pile in? I've not gone mad in the conventional sense, but more have I gone mad to the world that has quieted my potentional. In the world below, hades and all forces of destruction reign. Here, insanity and its cradling arms await. I've never felt so peaceful, believing the loud cry of the wind gusting against my face is a wave of heaven flowing through my bones.
Standing, I felt no pain, no hunger, and no wear. I had to start again, wrapping up my modest supplies to my own delight. The hills connected nearby, leading to an increase in altitude. How much might I connect with the cosmos the higher I climb? Will I see the rustic ones, watching me, deciding my spoiled fate, moving me as one might a piece on a board? All the useless analogies cannot disrupt what I am. I cannot be free until I realize all that irrationality has to offer, insanity buffing my courage to a surreal level.
Further along, the trail did not end. As I found my way to the hill that was higher up, I was met with what seemed to be a large creature that I could only describe as a sentinel. It was large and had multiple heads, each one facing a different direction. Fearing it might see me, I got down, becoming parallel with the ground. The being did not budge, as if rooted to the ground. I knew there was no way through this barely alive obstacle but to kill it, which brought a whole moral argument to my head. What if this beast is, or was, human? I knew its purpose, though, which was to keep me from going further. I will never find Althos nor Sam if I go without killing this fatal sentry. As I drew my revolver, I steadied my hand, and shot it in one of its faces. It writhed and spun, exposing its other three faces, in each which I planted a bullet. As its four faces bled, it became still and lifeless, and I watched in awe as it transformed into what seemed an innocent creature, a person tied to a restraining device. As I moved quickly to where it was, I sought to unleash it from its torment. It was a woman, stripped naked of her clothes, her pale form exposed against the all revealing dying sun. As I untied her, I realized that her wispy brown hair and soft green eyes were an illusion, as I found that the woman had became the slain beast once more. Beings in this nightmare, why do you taunt me so? To believe I'm not alone out here seems a grand larceny, an unforgivable crime. As I searched through the many-faced beast, I recognized the agony expressed on each of its four tragic sides. None of them depicted a gender, and all seemed as if more than my bullets had sapped them of their life. The woman I had seen earlier, when hallucinations held me fast. Am I hallucinating now, or was i perhaps then? Is this beast a human, or more this infected creature wishing to die a dreary death, its life being nothing more than a parted labor? Mercy to my thoughts now. I changed the woman from before into this grotesque devil, if only to satisfy my own breaking psyche. Mental stability is a tool of survival now, as none exist upon these grassy dales of virtue's decline. To believe I killed another human would break me, so a beast is what she must be.
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