A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 5 Part 1
This maze has twisted me every which way. Wherever I go in the mine I can't help but be led back to where I started. It's absolutely maddening, like every peril before it. I am not of stable mind, for it kills me so. Death hath refused to take me, as the beasts before had proven unworthy. Curses. I beg for deliverance and I am denied. The pathway I have taken has brought forth no leads, and my few remaining bullets offer the only true way out.
I can't let up. This cannot be my end. As I snacked upon dried bread morsels I understood one of life's true mysteries. Famine comes only to those who wish it, as even the hungry child can thieve from its mother. Am I that child? I wish not, but I have believe that I am. The queen of this labyrinth, whether her name be Alice The Deceiver or otherwise, has beckoned me to what could be death to my own grieving coil. She has attacked me with my own personal apparitions. Each has killed my psyche, little by little. My body does not ache like my tormented and twisted mind. I have played her game, and now I want her bosom as my reward. That liar God is her, and Alice has tempted me for too long. She has weaved her web and punished me, becoming my faithful mistress. Her loins thirst for my nectar, and her heart longs for my acceptance. What I would give for you, my goddess in fleshly vise. You have brought me to the corner of the earth, where light doeth not break the prism. Forgive me for my inequity, as my own feeble mind has forgotten what I am attempting. A pilgrimage is just that, and I will pay the toll.
As I fought the continued stale taste of the bread, I swallowed each piece as if they were a grand meal. Each one had a texture that only the poor class would crave. My meat portions were limited, and now I seek to only give me the strength to crawl. As my flask touched my lips, I felt the sting of bitter alcohol pierce my mental integrity, giving me diluted hope, as it often is. The dark chasm of the mine had became silent around me, and my fear increased accordingly. As the silence was broken, I rose to my feet, drawing my wary gun. A beast trod upon heavy hooves, its weight resounding with each stride. I held up my dim lantern, revealing its giant, melancholy form. The beast had but one arm, its left, and its eyes were swollen black. Its face bore a malicious and agonizing expression. As it neared me, I spied black ooze that ran through its fur. The real surprise was its actions, however. It knelt before me, and said, in a low but clearly audible voice,
“Put self on back, yea, yea. No questions, tis be…”
I knew the alternative was death. I gathered up my pack and slowly climbed upon the immobilized beast’s back, it staying very still. As I secured my place on its spacious back, it rose up, taking me deeper into the vast mine. The beast showed no animosity nor care to me, like a ferryman doing his (her?) bidding. I did not know where it was taking me, and dared not dwell on it. Where I go, I go, much to my patroness’ scheme. I will see you soon, my demon queen, for I will not die without you by my side. This is a cursed love, Alice, for you pull my strings gently. When I see you in your twisted upside-down world, I beg that you give me mercy, for that is what I desire. Do not hide yourself from the light as I hath before you. Your silence kills me, but I forgive thy fair lady. What bridges and paths taken before do not matter now. My riddled skull is your prize, as is my grieving soul. Don't let my body cast you aside, as it will pay tribute to your suffrage. While I rest upon this bizarre beast’s back, I know that you care, for this coin you have paid me is one I wish to cherish. Angels guide through the darkness, and you have not held any tokens back. My boon is your faith, and my dark soul delights in your rectitude. You are my salvation, Alice, for I cast out the other old gods in your favor.
Chapter 5 Part 1
This maze has twisted me every which way. Wherever I go in the mine I can't help but be led back to where I started. It's absolutely maddening, like every peril before it. I am not of stable mind, for it kills me so. Death hath refused to take me, as the beasts before had proven unworthy. Curses. I beg for deliverance and I am denied. The pathway I have taken has brought forth no leads, and my few remaining bullets offer the only true way out.
I can't let up. This cannot be my end. As I snacked upon dried bread morsels I understood one of life's true mysteries. Famine comes only to those who wish it, as even the hungry child can thieve from its mother. Am I that child? I wish not, but I have believe that I am. The queen of this labyrinth, whether her name be Alice The Deceiver or otherwise, has beckoned me to what could be death to my own grieving coil. She has attacked me with my own personal apparitions. Each has killed my psyche, little by little. My body does not ache like my tormented and twisted mind. I have played her game, and now I want her bosom as my reward. That liar God is her, and Alice has tempted me for too long. She has weaved her web and punished me, becoming my faithful mistress. Her loins thirst for my nectar, and her heart longs for my acceptance. What I would give for you, my goddess in fleshly vise. You have brought me to the corner of the earth, where light doeth not break the prism. Forgive me for my inequity, as my own feeble mind has forgotten what I am attempting. A pilgrimage is just that, and I will pay the toll.
As I fought the continued stale taste of the bread, I swallowed each piece as if they were a grand meal. Each one had a texture that only the poor class would crave. My meat portions were limited, and now I seek to only give me the strength to crawl. As my flask touched my lips, I felt the sting of bitter alcohol pierce my mental integrity, giving me diluted hope, as it often is. The dark chasm of the mine had became silent around me, and my fear increased accordingly. As the silence was broken, I rose to my feet, drawing my wary gun. A beast trod upon heavy hooves, its weight resounding with each stride. I held up my dim lantern, revealing its giant, melancholy form. The beast had but one arm, its left, and its eyes were swollen black. Its face bore a malicious and agonizing expression. As it neared me, I spied black ooze that ran through its fur. The real surprise was its actions, however. It knelt before me, and said, in a low but clearly audible voice,
“Put self on back, yea, yea. No questions, tis be…”
I knew the alternative was death. I gathered up my pack and slowly climbed upon the immobilized beast’s back, it staying very still. As I secured my place on its spacious back, it rose up, taking me deeper into the vast mine. The beast showed no animosity nor care to me, like a ferryman doing his (her?) bidding. I did not know where it was taking me, and dared not dwell on it. Where I go, I go, much to my patroness’ scheme. I will see you soon, my demon queen, for I will not die without you by my side. This is a cursed love, Alice, for you pull my strings gently. When I see you in your twisted upside-down world, I beg that you give me mercy, for that is what I desire. Do not hide yourself from the light as I hath before you. Your silence kills me, but I forgive thy fair lady. What bridges and paths taken before do not matter now. My riddled skull is your prize, as is my grieving soul. Don't let my body cast you aside, as it will pay tribute to your suffrage. While I rest upon this bizarre beast’s back, I know that you care, for this coin you have paid me is one I wish to cherish. Angels guide through the darkness, and you have not held any tokens back. My boon is your faith, and my dark soul delights in your rectitude. You are my salvation, Alice, for I cast out the other old gods in your favor.
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