A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 4 Part 2
Curses, nothing but curses. That is what my past truly is. Something made to make me suffer. I can smell the mine, realizing in my soul that it was not far away. Yes, that's right. I sense that it is not within my sight, but rather my nostrils, yet the foul smell was easing me, luring me with its call. How can I hear with my nose, one could ask, yes, yes. My eyes have always lied to me, yet my nose has not, detecting the human filth that resides within each beast I stalked as an investigator. I am not a detective, but rather someone who seeks things on the behalf of others. I cannot see myself as moral anymore, so a detective I cannot be. Living life has harshened me, making me bleak and curved, breaking what ordinarily could not be broken.
Edging on, I had taken myself to what seemed like the outer rim of the entire Catskill autonomous region. As I nearly had given up, I saw it, right there, its dark entrance presenting a light to my grieving conscience. I had to jump from this ledge if I'm to make it inside. (Why would they make an entrance to the mine where there is no safe passage? Did they ever intend for any for the miners to escape this wretched place?) I will die if I do not make this jump. It's certain that I will need to outstretch my arms to bring myself all the way across. My legs still are sour, and it is more certain that I will fail. As I looked at the thin ledge before the entrance of the mine, I seized up my pack, fastening it on my belt, and inhaled sharply, letting it slowly out. Come on, Henry, don't let the old dovey down. You will live if you are truly the reborn one, just like what was inscribed on those strange artifacts you encountered at the start of this silent maze. Make your leap now, you old dog.
My leap resembled more of a fall. As I grasped the ledge carefully, I did not wish to think of the consequences for lacking strength. If I let go, I will fail. As I wrestled with gravity itself, I made it up, panting loudly as all of my reserves, both physically and mentally, have been officially exhausted. After sitting up, I laughed, maniacally, like any good madman would. Is this not the start of my fortune, my luck? Have the old gods rekindled their favor in me? Is this what it is to be the chosen one? Has this world pushed me to the highest of all highs, a conscious state of sublime ecstasy? Why do we bother with notions of reality and its moral endeavors? I'm not a man, but merely a cautious beast wandering eternally in the hidden depths of the meager mind. What I turn over is completely my grand boon, an offering for my insecure heart.
I'll have to enter soon. My lamp should do for a source of light. All I can do is hope not to die. Death may be the only thing certain in such a forsaken place. No matter. There truly is no turning back. All I can do is pray to Althia that she spares me. The wind between the hills howled, adding a sort of ominous effect. It whispered loudly, making my stiff body shudder. As I lit my lamp, I used the precious light to reload my pistol. There's no telling what exists in here. I fear that beast-faced cult may roam within this mine. Perhaps they are what people confused for ghosts. There is no doubt that the miners had started worshiping Althia, as she dwells within. They wanted coal and they received obsidian. Althia is their mistress, and Alice their queen. They will do everything in their power to keep me from them. The cult will only show more aggression as I proceed. As I put the chamber of my gun back in position, I drew forth a cigarette from a pack that I had saved should I make it so far. Even I expected to die. As I lit the smoke beneath my coat, shielding it from the wind, I let the match drop silently to the ground. The cigarette tasted marvelous, its deathly fumes intoxicating me with each drag. Okay, this is it, Henry. Time to face the rest of your horrific past. Whatever the cosmos bring you now will be based on your will to survive, or lack thereof.
Chapter 4 Part 2
Curses, nothing but curses. That is what my past truly is. Something made to make me suffer. I can smell the mine, realizing in my soul that it was not far away. Yes, that's right. I sense that it is not within my sight, but rather my nostrils, yet the foul smell was easing me, luring me with its call. How can I hear with my nose, one could ask, yes, yes. My eyes have always lied to me, yet my nose has not, detecting the human filth that resides within each beast I stalked as an investigator. I am not a detective, but rather someone who seeks things on the behalf of others. I cannot see myself as moral anymore, so a detective I cannot be. Living life has harshened me, making me bleak and curved, breaking what ordinarily could not be broken.
Edging on, I had taken myself to what seemed like the outer rim of the entire Catskill autonomous region. As I nearly had given up, I saw it, right there, its dark entrance presenting a light to my grieving conscience. I had to jump from this ledge if I'm to make it inside. (Why would they make an entrance to the mine where there is no safe passage? Did they ever intend for any for the miners to escape this wretched place?) I will die if I do not make this jump. It's certain that I will need to outstretch my arms to bring myself all the way across. My legs still are sour, and it is more certain that I will fail. As I looked at the thin ledge before the entrance of the mine, I seized up my pack, fastening it on my belt, and inhaled sharply, letting it slowly out. Come on, Henry, don't let the old dovey down. You will live if you are truly the reborn one, just like what was inscribed on those strange artifacts you encountered at the start of this silent maze. Make your leap now, you old dog.
My leap resembled more of a fall. As I grasped the ledge carefully, I did not wish to think of the consequences for lacking strength. If I let go, I will fail. As I wrestled with gravity itself, I made it up, panting loudly as all of my reserves, both physically and mentally, have been officially exhausted. After sitting up, I laughed, maniacally, like any good madman would. Is this not the start of my fortune, my luck? Have the old gods rekindled their favor in me? Is this what it is to be the chosen one? Has this world pushed me to the highest of all highs, a conscious state of sublime ecstasy? Why do we bother with notions of reality and its moral endeavors? I'm not a man, but merely a cautious beast wandering eternally in the hidden depths of the meager mind. What I turn over is completely my grand boon, an offering for my insecure heart.
I'll have to enter soon. My lamp should do for a source of light. All I can do is hope not to die. Death may be the only thing certain in such a forsaken place. No matter. There truly is no turning back. All I can do is pray to Althia that she spares me. The wind between the hills howled, adding a sort of ominous effect. It whispered loudly, making my stiff body shudder. As I lit my lamp, I used the precious light to reload my pistol. There's no telling what exists in here. I fear that beast-faced cult may roam within this mine. Perhaps they are what people confused for ghosts. There is no doubt that the miners had started worshiping Althia, as she dwells within. They wanted coal and they received obsidian. Althia is their mistress, and Alice their queen. They will do everything in their power to keep me from them. The cult will only show more aggression as I proceed. As I put the chamber of my gun back in position, I drew forth a cigarette from a pack that I had saved should I make it so far. Even I expected to die. As I lit the smoke beneath my coat, shielding it from the wind, I let the match drop silently to the ground. The cigarette tasted marvelous, its deathly fumes intoxicating me with each drag. Okay, this is it, Henry. Time to face the rest of your horrific past. Whatever the cosmos bring you now will be based on your will to survive, or lack thereof.
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