The Stain:3: Feeding the dead
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jack_babalonEvery drop of sound has been squeezed out of the room.
All the heat has been sucked dry leaving only a brittle cold in its place.
The gray little boy is hovering above me, flickering in and out of what's left of the light: An old movie with the frames rotting out of it. Something bad's crawled out of the hole of dreams. Something dead that cannot rest: A stranger in the field of time, growing realer and closer each second it's observed. I'm brain locked and muscle frozen. It's got me trapped in the grip of it's eyes.
Inches from my face. Heat stink of fresh mildew and locker rooms. Fat wet bugs crawling out of a jaw broken permanently open across my face and down my shirt. Itching. Biting. Burrowing into the flesh to make new nests.
He taps his thoughts into my skull and I can hear him think to me:
"Do you know what I am little Magickian? Do you know what name will bind and banish me forever? Noooo.... i'll tell you what I am then....
HUNGRY!"
His head lurches back with a sick grinding of cervical bones. His mouth opens wider and wider an unending black pit that someone has tossed me down. Swallowing up the entire room, even his face until finally there is nothing at all.
But me.
White lights humming on a white linoleum floor all blurring into the white walls like some Hollywood vision of heaven. Only the stink of disinfectants lets me know where I really am: Hell. Or as close to it as i've wanted to get. My Dad has me by the hand leading me past the open doors of the old, the broken, the sick and the breathing dead. Wrapped in white smocks and seagreen blankets staring up at a TV mounted that's mounted on the wall so it can stare back down on you like a electronic vulture.
One of these rooms has my Granddad waiting in it. This is the last time i'll see him. In this place where they clean you up and wipe you down before they wheel you off to the cutting room they kill you in. Where the doctors carve heartattacks into the chest with immaculate knives. Where they sink gloved hands into sliced wounds and wear masks to hide like criminals do.
I try to hold back from crying and start wailing instead. Begging him to take me out of here before they get us next, I turn to my father.
And the gray little boy turns back to me.
"You don't want to go yet! The fun's just about to begin...
I'm back in my apartment again. Still paralysed with that sick little bastard hovering me. The bugs are finding places to hide in my body I didn't even know exist.
"You're filled with pain aren't you? All that self hate and rage cooking you up from the inside. Slow burn day in, day out. I can probably feed off you for days... maybe weeks if I feel like playing with my food... and when i'm done feeding off you... i'll peel what's left of you out of your skin, step in it and find all those warm faces I can smell in your memory. *sniff-sniff* What's that girl you likes name again? Jennifer is it? The one you have all those nasty thoughts about... she'll be the first one Adam. The first one of your friends i'm going to find...and "
That's all I needed to know you piece of shit. I'm not just locked on you, you're locked on me. I don't need to be able to move to get past this. Past the panic. Past the fear. Past the insects swarming into the cracks of the skin. Even past the telepathic pollution of the kid, the room and the mood. All I need is this...
...her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms under mine and folded back, hands clawing into my shoulders as I pushed her up against the wall and pounded a solid heat into her... she's panting holy names into my ears... IHVH ... ADNI... IHIH....AGLA... behind her I can see her halo-aura begin to glow as the first pops of her orgasm spark out of her and down my spine...
The gray little boy bursts into a blur of black static, reappearing a few feet away from me.
"Feeding tube works both ways." It's hard to do it, in fact I actually have to remember how, but I manage to pick myself up off the floor. "You're in my brain now and you think that puts you in charge?"
I remember the first mandala I drew when I was just an apprentice up North. It rises across the night of thought like the new days sun. I open the doors to a galley of sigils i've drawn, doodled and dropped. I crack open a six pack of shows i've went to flooding the brain with drunken memorys of machine gun music firing across the pit: Each blow, each kick, each ounce of anger boiling out of my skull and the little gray boy is right there with me. Front row tickets and all. He's curled up in a ball covering his ears. I pick him up by the scruff of the neck.
"My house bitch! Still wanna play me? Still think it's a free fucking lunch up in here?" My hands burn from the cold, fast forward frost bite, but i'm too pissed to feel it. I fling the door wide open and am hit by the UV purple glow of the stain. Waves of strange light washing over us, the gray little boy is shrieking. I lift him up so I can get a good look in his face.
"Oh and I know what you are... or more precisely what you were. You were somebodys HGA once ... a Holy Guardian Angel... only one that was violently murdered before it's host was. Right over there in fact..." I nod behinds him towards the blinding stain that's resumed growing now. "...sound about right?"
It answers by spitting another cockroach in my face.
"Yeah that's what I thought: A soul parasite... you got no host, no memory, nothing but the need to feel and feed off other peoples pain... well sorry to be the one to tell you asshole... but I got enough parasites running around in my life right now, thank you very much..." and with that I toss the little shit back into the stain it crawled out of!
There is a flash of light and a rush of heat like when you open an oven door suddenly. There is a burst of noise that drops me to my knees. For the second time I go under and out into the black...
I come to find three little kids going through my pockets. One of the bastards has even got my sneakers off!
"Hey!" I rise up and try snatching the closest one, missing him by an inch.
"Shit!" he shrieks and they sprint down the hall and disappear through the stairway. I check my back pocket. Still got my wallet. I rub the last vestiges of headache out of my eyes and look over at the stain. Just a large black spot on a chipped plaster wall. A psychic assassination wet spot. Trouble waiting to happen.
I go inside. Grab a can of red spray paint and step back out.
I've just finished tagging the protective symbols over it when the elevator door opens. It's the landladys daughter and she's got two suits I can smell the badges off of with her. Probably missing persons here to ask me about the dad. I smile awkwardly at her...
"Bad time?"
All the heat has been sucked dry leaving only a brittle cold in its place.
The gray little boy is hovering above me, flickering in and out of what's left of the light: An old movie with the frames rotting out of it. Something bad's crawled out of the hole of dreams. Something dead that cannot rest: A stranger in the field of time, growing realer and closer each second it's observed. I'm brain locked and muscle frozen. It's got me trapped in the grip of it's eyes.
Inches from my face. Heat stink of fresh mildew and locker rooms. Fat wet bugs crawling out of a jaw broken permanently open across my face and down my shirt. Itching. Biting. Burrowing into the flesh to make new nests.
He taps his thoughts into my skull and I can hear him think to me:
"Do you know what I am little Magickian? Do you know what name will bind and banish me forever? Noooo.... i'll tell you what I am then....
HUNGRY!"
His head lurches back with a sick grinding of cervical bones. His mouth opens wider and wider an unending black pit that someone has tossed me down. Swallowing up the entire room, even his face until finally there is nothing at all.
But me.
White lights humming on a white linoleum floor all blurring into the white walls like some Hollywood vision of heaven. Only the stink of disinfectants lets me know where I really am: Hell. Or as close to it as i've wanted to get. My Dad has me by the hand leading me past the open doors of the old, the broken, the sick and the breathing dead. Wrapped in white smocks and seagreen blankets staring up at a TV mounted that's mounted on the wall so it can stare back down on you like a electronic vulture.
One of these rooms has my Granddad waiting in it. This is the last time i'll see him. In this place where they clean you up and wipe you down before they wheel you off to the cutting room they kill you in. Where the doctors carve heartattacks into the chest with immaculate knives. Where they sink gloved hands into sliced wounds and wear masks to hide like criminals do.
I try to hold back from crying and start wailing instead. Begging him to take me out of here before they get us next, I turn to my father.
And the gray little boy turns back to me.
"You don't want to go yet! The fun's just about to begin...
I'm back in my apartment again. Still paralysed with that sick little bastard hovering me. The bugs are finding places to hide in my body I didn't even know exist.
"You're filled with pain aren't you? All that self hate and rage cooking you up from the inside. Slow burn day in, day out. I can probably feed off you for days... maybe weeks if I feel like playing with my food... and when i'm done feeding off you... i'll peel what's left of you out of your skin, step in it and find all those warm faces I can smell in your memory. *sniff-sniff* What's that girl you likes name again? Jennifer is it? The one you have all those nasty thoughts about... she'll be the first one Adam. The first one of your friends i'm going to find...and "
That's all I needed to know you piece of shit. I'm not just locked on you, you're locked on me. I don't need to be able to move to get past this. Past the panic. Past the fear. Past the insects swarming into the cracks of the skin. Even past the telepathic pollution of the kid, the room and the mood. All I need is this...
...her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms under mine and folded back, hands clawing into my shoulders as I pushed her up against the wall and pounded a solid heat into her... she's panting holy names into my ears... IHVH ... ADNI... IHIH....AGLA... behind her I can see her halo-aura begin to glow as the first pops of her orgasm spark out of her and down my spine...
The gray little boy bursts into a blur of black static, reappearing a few feet away from me.
"Feeding tube works both ways." It's hard to do it, in fact I actually have to remember how, but I manage to pick myself up off the floor. "You're in my brain now and you think that puts you in charge?"
I remember the first mandala I drew when I was just an apprentice up North. It rises across the night of thought like the new days sun. I open the doors to a galley of sigils i've drawn, doodled and dropped. I crack open a six pack of shows i've went to flooding the brain with drunken memorys of machine gun music firing across the pit: Each blow, each kick, each ounce of anger boiling out of my skull and the little gray boy is right there with me. Front row tickets and all. He's curled up in a ball covering his ears. I pick him up by the scruff of the neck.
"My house bitch! Still wanna play me? Still think it's a free fucking lunch up in here?" My hands burn from the cold, fast forward frost bite, but i'm too pissed to feel it. I fling the door wide open and am hit by the UV purple glow of the stain. Waves of strange light washing over us, the gray little boy is shrieking. I lift him up so I can get a good look in his face.
"Oh and I know what you are... or more precisely what you were. You were somebodys HGA once ... a Holy Guardian Angel... only one that was violently murdered before it's host was. Right over there in fact..." I nod behinds him towards the blinding stain that's resumed growing now. "...sound about right?"
It answers by spitting another cockroach in my face.
"Yeah that's what I thought: A soul parasite... you got no host, no memory, nothing but the need to feel and feed off other peoples pain... well sorry to be the one to tell you asshole... but I got enough parasites running around in my life right now, thank you very much..." and with that I toss the little shit back into the stain it crawled out of!
There is a flash of light and a rush of heat like when you open an oven door suddenly. There is a burst of noise that drops me to my knees. For the second time I go under and out into the black...
I come to find three little kids going through my pockets. One of the bastards has even got my sneakers off!
"Hey!" I rise up and try snatching the closest one, missing him by an inch.
"Shit!" he shrieks and they sprint down the hall and disappear through the stairway. I check my back pocket. Still got my wallet. I rub the last vestiges of headache out of my eyes and look over at the stain. Just a large black spot on a chipped plaster wall. A psychic assassination wet spot. Trouble waiting to happen.
I go inside. Grab a can of red spray paint and step back out.
I've just finished tagging the protective symbols over it when the elevator door opens. It's the landladys daughter and she's got two suits I can smell the badges off of with her. Probably missing persons here to ask me about the dad. I smile awkwardly at her...
"Bad time?"
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on 2006-07-25 05:50 pm (UTC)xxx
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on 2006-07-25 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-25 06:32 pm (UTC)keep off my flesh, you damn kids!
Your one of them!!!!!
on 2006-07-26 06:46 am (UTC)You sick fucker!!!!
Well done brother!
Qutie a nice read.
I cant spell and life is pain,but this bit O writing youve done is the Meows cat.
Thanks for creepin me.
NIK
"Im in a groove Yard and I dont want to get out!"
Re: Your one of them!!!!!
on 2006-07-26 07:17 am (UTC)reading cervical and thinking clavicle
aaahhhh. thorn's out.
Re: Your one of them!!!!!
on 2006-07-26 12:58 pm (UTC)Cervical Pertaining to the neck or to the neck of any organ or structure.
Origin: L. Cervicalis, from cervix = neck
That's from my online medical dictionary.
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on 2006-07-26 03:51 pm (UTC)that's just what my brain was doing with the words.
(neck versus more shoulder-ward, as it were)
reading one thing and thinking another, both trying
to shape an image in my mind's eye.
i get that sometimes, a dichotomy of imaginations.
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on 2006-07-26 04:03 pm (UTC)I just wanted to clarify so you guys could "see" it the way I was. Not to mention a friend or two who thought I meant an entirely different region of the body all together.
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on 2006-08-10 04:42 pm (UTC)Finally had a moment to get to the ending ... good stuff!