A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 5 Part 5
The inner sanctum of this haunted mine seemed so far away. In reality, it wasn't a terrible distance from here. However, our progress has already been stunted by one perilous foe. Who knows how many beasts may lie before us? This mysterious father, one that I'll call “G” from this point on, continually rambled about his past as we stepped further and further into the mine. His speech was incredible. Apparently, his late age has not destroyed his mind, either, as his sharp wit brought all of his stories to life. This man was truly something. G spared no details of the demons he had faced before, and remarked on how Althia is nothing more than a depraved beast who will die by his hands. My affections for her had almost completely faded, as my new sentiments for him were already greater than hers. As for Alice, well, she's another story. A completely different one than what I've been hearing. His take on her was one that was startling but not surprising. His dry tone set the narrative to a dim view. He said,
“The woman you saw was not her.”
How could he know this? Before I could question G, he said, continuing,
“She was like…a phantom.”
I wanted to know more, so much more, but G silenced me, and said,
“She's here, but who knows about her mind.”
His facial expression told me this was no laughing matter, nor one to be amused by. These vocal receptions I had been receiving were mostly a deception of Althia. As for the screams I had been hearing? He knew of these as well. G said, answering what little doubt I still possessed, as he often has,
“Means she's suffering. You know what to do, aye?”
The split path ahead of us did not startle G, either. One led to a beast, a sizable, unaware one, and the other led back to where we had came from. The beast laid on the ground, a hulking two-headed goat. I knew we could not turn away. G, who was checking his tricky weapon, one that he undoubtedly made himself, asked,
“Can you shoot him?”
He stared at me from beneath his hat, and I checked my ammo stock. One, two…three, four…yes, I have enough rounds to last a little longer. G didn't believe that four was enough, as he handed me a large serated knife, one that was homemade and meant for throwing. He said,
“Use this to stun him…”
I grabbed it by the handle and postered myself into a stance that I believe could be used to throw it precisely at the beast. I had never done this before, but it seemed natural. G grinned, revealing his mysterious shark-like teeth. As I flipped the knife at the slumbering beast, I hit him right in the back of its left-most head, spewing blood and its rage. The beast tried to rise, its black eyes squinted on each head. It tried to leap towards us, but it was too late. G, in the blink of an eye, had positioned himself behind it. He ran his pole arm through the creature, it finding an exit through the demons chest cavity. As it grimaced and screamed, it became lifeless on G’s weapon, and he threw it off, the beast bouncing violently off the ground.
As I moved ahead, I realized what the creature was. It was us. As I had rejoined G a few steps ahead of us, I felt we had replaced the two-headed goliath. The goatheads were a symbol of partnership. We had employed teamwork to defeat it, and now we have became the beast, two beings, united. Never in a million years would I imagine this to come true. Not once did I think my glory days would start now. Killing these beasts has now became…enjoyable, and it's all thanks to him. This peculiar padre had made me love this maddening nightmare. What was once tortuous is now my victim, my prey, my mark, my enemy, my passion. Let Alice be the first prize I claim on my life-changing journey. We are going into the abyss to kill this queen, and, I don't care. In fact, I love it. May we two men slay an elder god. We have became a dynamic, a duo, right out of pulp fiction, or maybe a tired sketch or picture. G, I don't who or what you are, but you are a godsend. You've shown me the way and I have no choice but to follow you, as I believe in you and your unorthodox ways. May what hints of homoerotcism that comes from our bond be casted aside by the benefits of our union.
Chapter 5 Part 5
The inner sanctum of this haunted mine seemed so far away. In reality, it wasn't a terrible distance from here. However, our progress has already been stunted by one perilous foe. Who knows how many beasts may lie before us? This mysterious father, one that I'll call “G” from this point on, continually rambled about his past as we stepped further and further into the mine. His speech was incredible. Apparently, his late age has not destroyed his mind, either, as his sharp wit brought all of his stories to life. This man was truly something. G spared no details of the demons he had faced before, and remarked on how Althia is nothing more than a depraved beast who will die by his hands. My affections for her had almost completely faded, as my new sentiments for him were already greater than hers. As for Alice, well, she's another story. A completely different one than what I've been hearing. His take on her was one that was startling but not surprising. His dry tone set the narrative to a dim view. He said,
“The woman you saw was not her.”
How could he know this? Before I could question G, he said, continuing,
“She was like…a phantom.”
I wanted to know more, so much more, but G silenced me, and said,
“She's here, but who knows about her mind.”
His facial expression told me this was no laughing matter, nor one to be amused by. These vocal receptions I had been receiving were mostly a deception of Althia. As for the screams I had been hearing? He knew of these as well. G said, answering what little doubt I still possessed, as he often has,
“Means she's suffering. You know what to do, aye?”
The split path ahead of us did not startle G, either. One led to a beast, a sizable, unaware one, and the other led back to where we had came from. The beast laid on the ground, a hulking two-headed goat. I knew we could not turn away. G, who was checking his tricky weapon, one that he undoubtedly made himself, asked,
“Can you shoot him?”
He stared at me from beneath his hat, and I checked my ammo stock. One, two…three, four…yes, I have enough rounds to last a little longer. G didn't believe that four was enough, as he handed me a large serated knife, one that was homemade and meant for throwing. He said,
“Use this to stun him…”
I grabbed it by the handle and postered myself into a stance that I believe could be used to throw it precisely at the beast. I had never done this before, but it seemed natural. G grinned, revealing his mysterious shark-like teeth. As I flipped the knife at the slumbering beast, I hit him right in the back of its left-most head, spewing blood and its rage. The beast tried to rise, its black eyes squinted on each head. It tried to leap towards us, but it was too late. G, in the blink of an eye, had positioned himself behind it. He ran his pole arm through the creature, it finding an exit through the demons chest cavity. As it grimaced and screamed, it became lifeless on G’s weapon, and he threw it off, the beast bouncing violently off the ground.
As I moved ahead, I realized what the creature was. It was us. As I had rejoined G a few steps ahead of us, I felt we had replaced the two-headed goliath. The goatheads were a symbol of partnership. We had employed teamwork to defeat it, and now we have became the beast, two beings, united. Never in a million years would I imagine this to come true. Not once did I think my glory days would start now. Killing these beasts has now became…enjoyable, and it's all thanks to him. This peculiar padre had made me love this maddening nightmare. What was once tortuous is now my victim, my prey, my mark, my enemy, my passion. Let Alice be the first prize I claim on my life-changing journey. We are going into the abyss to kill this queen, and, I don't care. In fact, I love it. May we two men slay an elder god. We have became a dynamic, a duo, right out of pulp fiction, or maybe a tired sketch or picture. G, I don't who or what you are, but you are a godsend. You've shown me the way and I have no choice but to follow you, as I believe in you and your unorthodox ways. May what hints of homoerotcism that comes from our bond be casted aside by the benefits of our union.
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