A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 5 Part 2
There's nothing I could think that would bring my mind back to rationality. What I managed to say surprised me. I asked,
“You?”
Her face was grieving over my sight. Surly this is some trick. Her face was exactly as I last knew it, beautiful and full of despair. Her dark dress had every crease that it had gained over its long tenure. Nothing could have prepared me for this encounter. The lights that were dimly lit through the endless shafts that laid behind seemed to cast all of their light upon her. This, as I feared, was my mother. She smiled, bringing hope to my accursed soul, and answered,
“Yes, my child, but…”
She sighed, adding tension to what she was about to say next. Her hair was no longer silver, but instead a midnight black that casted an invisible shadow that seemed to surround us. My body filled with tension, and my anxiety made my face drenched with sweat. I asked, my heart on overload,
“Yes?”
She coughed, her showing that she still had the illness that had brought her to the grave. Because of the cough, my mind became unstable, letting the madness that was festering in me increase. I didn't want this to happen. This is playing upon my wretched soul and degrading psyche. My mother let a tear roll down her cheek, making a sort of stinging sensation rise up in my chest. She didn't use words as her weapon now, but instead a long-desired action that sent me to the fringe of my bleeding mentality. She stepped forward, slowly, gracefully, and took me into her arms. Both of our tears fell like rain, and her embrace tightening around me. She said, in a whisper, to my surprise, seductively,
“Oh, son, how I've longed for this…”
The feeling was there, and this struck a sense in my mind. Her warmth tingled against my thigh, and the illusion faded. This was a beast, one that was purely sexually ravenous, a harpie, maybe a succubus, or worse. My strength was not enough to push her away, as I struggled against her demonic loins. Something else occured in me, however, and that was my perception. Her form was pleasing, a dark witch with horns and wings. Her breasts were abundant, their girth pushing against my chest. As she took me into her lips and crevice, I had a thought run into my mind, silent but loud. Alice's voice pierced my skull, and I focused. She said,
“Don't give in. You're mine…”
I mustered all of my strength, and shoved the demon back. Her naked form became exposed, as she let my mother's old dress fall to the earthen ground. Even though her sensual splendor invaded my eyes and mind, I was still able to draw my gun and aim for her head. The witch tried one last deception, using my mother's voice. She asked,
“Don't you want me, son?”
The shot seemed unusually quiet, even as it echoed throughout the mine. All of her blood seemed to gush from her head as she became lifeless on the ground. I picked up the black dress next to the dark witch, and dropped it on her face. I laughed, a bit disturbed, and said, in an utterance,
“Rest in peace, mother…”
A part of me believed this beastial witch really was my mother, returned to life. She's dead again, whoever this trickster was. Did my mother really become an aberration? I don't want to think that, nor less believe it. She's already a tortured soul, alive or dead. As I brought out my lighter to ignite the tip of my weathered cigarette, I could not bear the sight or smell of the beast any longer. After taking one long drag of my smoke, I lit my mother's dress, and disappeared into the long, winding shaft behind me. It wasn't for several minutes before I couldn't see the flame of the burning demon behind me. When I had finally escaped the place where I had encountered the beast, a revelation resounded throughout my mind. Alice. She had proven she truly was the one behind this charade. Is she really Althia? Is Alice really the dark old goddess? Was she lulling me to my final resting place, nestled in her voluptuous bosom? My mother's folly skirted away, and the feeling of lust and love finally crippled me. The thoughts of excitement that come with the idea of Alice and I dwelling together in this defiled mine throughout the rest of our years pleased my burdened heart. Let this dark journey be the one that brings me to my blissful salvation.
Chapter 5 Part 2
There's nothing I could think that would bring my mind back to rationality. What I managed to say surprised me. I asked,
“You?”
Her face was grieving over my sight. Surly this is some trick. Her face was exactly as I last knew it, beautiful and full of despair. Her dark dress had every crease that it had gained over its long tenure. Nothing could have prepared me for this encounter. The lights that were dimly lit through the endless shafts that laid behind seemed to cast all of their light upon her. This, as I feared, was my mother. She smiled, bringing hope to my accursed soul, and answered,
“Yes, my child, but…”
She sighed, adding tension to what she was about to say next. Her hair was no longer silver, but instead a midnight black that casted an invisible shadow that seemed to surround us. My body filled with tension, and my anxiety made my face drenched with sweat. I asked, my heart on overload,
“Yes?”
She coughed, her showing that she still had the illness that had brought her to the grave. Because of the cough, my mind became unstable, letting the madness that was festering in me increase. I didn't want this to happen. This is playing upon my wretched soul and degrading psyche. My mother let a tear roll down her cheek, making a sort of stinging sensation rise up in my chest. She didn't use words as her weapon now, but instead a long-desired action that sent me to the fringe of my bleeding mentality. She stepped forward, slowly, gracefully, and took me into her arms. Both of our tears fell like rain, and her embrace tightening around me. She said, in a whisper, to my surprise, seductively,
“Oh, son, how I've longed for this…”
The feeling was there, and this struck a sense in my mind. Her warmth tingled against my thigh, and the illusion faded. This was a beast, one that was purely sexually ravenous, a harpie, maybe a succubus, or worse. My strength was not enough to push her away, as I struggled against her demonic loins. Something else occured in me, however, and that was my perception. Her form was pleasing, a dark witch with horns and wings. Her breasts were abundant, their girth pushing against my chest. As she took me into her lips and crevice, I had a thought run into my mind, silent but loud. Alice's voice pierced my skull, and I focused. She said,
“Don't give in. You're mine…”
I mustered all of my strength, and shoved the demon back. Her naked form became exposed, as she let my mother's old dress fall to the earthen ground. Even though her sensual splendor invaded my eyes and mind, I was still able to draw my gun and aim for her head. The witch tried one last deception, using my mother's voice. She asked,
“Don't you want me, son?”
The shot seemed unusually quiet, even as it echoed throughout the mine. All of her blood seemed to gush from her head as she became lifeless on the ground. I picked up the black dress next to the dark witch, and dropped it on her face. I laughed, a bit disturbed, and said, in an utterance,
“Rest in peace, mother…”
A part of me believed this beastial witch really was my mother, returned to life. She's dead again, whoever this trickster was. Did my mother really become an aberration? I don't want to think that, nor less believe it. She's already a tortured soul, alive or dead. As I brought out my lighter to ignite the tip of my weathered cigarette, I could not bear the sight or smell of the beast any longer. After taking one long drag of my smoke, I lit my mother's dress, and disappeared into the long, winding shaft behind me. It wasn't for several minutes before I couldn't see the flame of the burning demon behind me. When I had finally escaped the place where I had encountered the beast, a revelation resounded throughout my mind. Alice. She had proven she truly was the one behind this charade. Is she really Althia? Is Alice really the dark old goddess? Was she lulling me to my final resting place, nestled in her voluptuous bosom? My mother's folly skirted away, and the feeling of lust and love finally crippled me. The thoughts of excitement that come with the idea of Alice and I dwelling together in this defiled mine throughout the rest of our years pleased my burdened heart. Let this dark journey be the one that brings me to my blissful salvation.
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