SPEAKER: COLIN RUSH
SETTING: HIS HOME ON 6TH STREET, HOUSE NUMBER 3635, HIS OFFICE
TIME: 5:27, 6:08, 10:01
DATE: APRIL, 11
Today was suppose to be,
like all Saturday's,
my bloody day off!
Oh dear lord.
My fist,
heavy with sleep,
beaten to death another alarm clock.
I really need to stop doing that.
It was not the alarm's fault,
it was mine.
I take responsibility.
I forgot to turn it off.
But that was not the reason,
not at all,
for my attitude this morning.
Something else was.
The broken clock aside,
me nested in my bed,
I tried to go back to sleep.
But unable to.
On the bed stand,
next to a glass of water,
my cell phone laid,
the lights flashing on the wall.
Tired,
and not really wanting to wake up,
I check it who was,
then moaned in regret.
It was Ron James.
My boss.
I was asking myself why he was calling me,
this early.
Once the phone,
snugly against my ear,
was activated,
I listened in intend to what was said.
To the most part,
from what I heard,
I have to get my ass down there,
to see something unbelievable.
Unbelievable?
What is that anymore?
With the world how it is,
nothing is.
But,
when you have a job,
you have to do it.
I wish I did not have to today.
Flash forward some time,
me being washed up and clean,
with my canister filled with coffee,
and driving down to the scene.
It took some time,
me getting lost a bit,
till I found it:
3635 A. Road.
Once the car was parked,
and I was able to see,
I got past threw the security,
and found my boss.
Huge,
had a weird odor,
and should drop a few pounds.
Yeah, that describes him.
He looked up from a clip board,
containing note I assume,
and motioned me to wait a few.
He would be right over.
I looked around the scene,
absorbing the area.
The first thing I noticed,
was the travel morgue there.
It is rare,
I must confess,
that I see them.
This ought to be fun.
He walked over,
his stomach jiggling,
as he told me what he knew.
This ought to be a bore.
To sum it all up,
in a nice package,
this city has a new murderer
that has the name of Chelsea Grin.
Wondering why,
my brain not completely awake,
it was named Chelsea Grin.
He showed me.
He took me inside,
the house smelling musty,
to a bedroom that was cold,
with a window busted open.
On the bed it laid,
covered with a black bag.
It had some blood underneath,
giving me the sign.
He motioned everyone to leave,
and closed the window.
It was him and I.
Welcome to his nightmare.
He showed me the body,
and I nearly fainted.
To save you the fears,
I will explain about the grin.
Chelsea Grin,
in simple terms,
is someone cutting you,
in the checks to give you a smile.
A smile she had,
and the blood had stained.
Looked like someone likes comics,
when they have to deal with Bats and Jokers.
I took a step back,
making sure I did not hit anything.
I stared at the face,
a true flash of horrorshow.
I asked him,
with my voice caked with shock,
what we know about him,
and what possible motives.
He said her name was Amy Judd.
She was young,
obviously beautiful,
and so someone had thought.
He said that it was a sex thing.
Some weird fetish he assumed.
From how the other cuts are,
this was not pretty.
The only other thing I noticed,
while I was looking at the body,
was the dissemblance skin
right around her midsection.
A few hours later,
with about a gallon of coffee in my body,
I sit at my desk,
trying to type out paperwork.
For the most part,
it was empty.
My desk I mean.
I have nothing to put on.
No Pictures.
No Plaques.
No...
Nothing.
It is not that I am a failure,
please understand that.
I just really hate showing off.
That is all.
The paper I was suppose to be writing,
on my day off,
was about the corpse,
and what I think will happen.
But first thing is first:
How the fuck can I describe what I saw?
For the most part,
I couldn't.
From what I told you,
to be honest,
was not all the details.
Not even a sample.
I can not bare myself to think of her,
being the state she was in.
I could only think,
and wonder a question.
That question is:
Who would do this?
Who,
and why?
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Grins Of Chelsea. Prologue.
SPEAKER: CHELSEA GRIN
SETTING: OUTSIDE HOUSE NUMBER 3635
TIME: 11:39
DAY: APRIL 10
Well,
Here we are!
Nice of you to join.
I hope you enjoy.
Why?
Why do I hope you enjoy?
Simple:
The lovely flesh has gotten my eyes.
I am by her window,
oh it is so lovely!
I stare at her skin,
beautiful like snow.
She looks soft,
all of her natural curves in place.
My heart races
when I get a better sight.
She picks up a phone,
me hearing her lovely voice.
My brain melts,
as I try to concentrate.
The knife I have,
A beautiful instrument,
Glistens in the moon,
like an army of diamonds.
I have waited all night,
for this occasion.
I have waited all night,
to peal her skin off!
Why must someone,
who is so beautiful,
flaunt and ruin,
her naturalness?
She turns off her phone,
placing it on a table.
As she stands,
I hide in the trees.
When she leaves her room,
I stay in my position.
One must be patient,
before enjoying his lustful pleasures.
HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
HE HE HE HE HE!
HE HE HE HE HE!
I sit against the tree,
me thinking about my job.
I start to remember,
my other test subjects.
They were all okay,
just things no one will forget.
Everyone from the bum on the street,
to the asshole fucking bitches.
No one remembers them.
No one needs them.
I butchered them up,
seeing their beautiful organs.
It was all so fast,
do not worry dear reader.
They only suffered for some time.
Six hours the most!
have you ever heard one scream,
beg for his life?
It is the best music in the world.
Even more when I give them my little signature.
I was in the bush too deep to be noticed,
no lights at all.
I see some other lights turn off,
OH!, you must love your wonderful grinning night lover!
I wait for hours,
seemed like minutes.
By the time that she is finally there,
I am giddy with excitement!
This will be fun.
I wonder what her reaction would be,
when she sees me,
and my eternal grin.
She removes the robe,
me having one last look at her lovely body.
Once she putted on her night gown,
it begins my final countdown.
She went to her mirror,
coming her beautiful brunette hair.
I start to quiver at the sight.
Women are the most beautiful creature alive.
Once all the lights were off,
and she was in bed,
I counted from a thousand.
I must be patient.
1000,
999,
998,
997.
This is boring,
why wait?
why not have fun!
Why wait to see her redness?
996,
Fuck this shit.
003,
002.
I take one of the knives,
the one I keep at my side.
I cut open the screen.
It was so silent you could hear the neighbors next door.
Once inside,
the ice darkness,
I move to her body
with perfect stealthiness.
I loom over her,
seeing her sleep.
Heavy sleeper eh?
And with the quickness, this should be fun!
I take the needle out,
filled with enough morphine to knock someone dead,
and then I insert it into her.
She never awakens.
Leaning back,
listening to a song in my head,
I wait about two minutes
for the drugs to work.
It all takes time,
you know?
All the processes,
and the presentation.
First you must know why you are doing this,
I have a motive.
I have a reason.
Just like all the others out their.
Now,
If you are reading,
you must be wondering:
Why am I doing this?
The answer is not money,
Is not love,
Is not sex.
The answer is...
IT'S TIME!
I go to her,
checking her now lowered pulse,
then I drag her out.
Lighter then I thought,
Cuter then I've seen.
She has her soft skin,
oh, how it glistens.
I put her in my bag,
gentle so not to ruin her.
Over my shoulder she goes,
as I step outside.
Looking around,
all the lights off,
people must be sleeping.
Work tomorrow honey!
I locate my car,
the lovely Durango 95.
In the back she goes,
while I go to the front.
Once inside,
the engine on,
I start to drive,
waiting for my ultimate task.
HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
HE HE HE HE HE!
HE HE HE HE HE!
SETTING: OUTSIDE HOUSE NUMBER 3635
TIME: 11:39
DAY: APRIL 10
Well,
Here we are!
Nice of you to join.
I hope you enjoy.
Why?
Why do I hope you enjoy?
Simple:
The lovely flesh has gotten my eyes.
I am by her window,
oh it is so lovely!
I stare at her skin,
beautiful like snow.
She looks soft,
all of her natural curves in place.
My heart races
when I get a better sight.
She picks up a phone,
me hearing her lovely voice.
My brain melts,
as I try to concentrate.
The knife I have,
A beautiful instrument,
Glistens in the moon,
like an army of diamonds.
I have waited all night,
for this occasion.
I have waited all night,
to peal her skin off!
Why must someone,
who is so beautiful,
flaunt and ruin,
her naturalness?
She turns off her phone,
placing it on a table.
As she stands,
I hide in the trees.
When she leaves her room,
I stay in my position.
One must be patient,
before enjoying his lustful pleasures.
HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
HE HE HE HE HE!
HE HE HE HE HE!
I sit against the tree,
me thinking about my job.
I start to remember,
my other test subjects.
They were all okay,
just things no one will forget.
Everyone from the bum on the street,
to the asshole fucking bitches.
No one remembers them.
No one needs them.
I butchered them up,
seeing their beautiful organs.
It was all so fast,
do not worry dear reader.
They only suffered for some time.
Six hours the most!
have you ever heard one scream,
beg for his life?
It is the best music in the world.
Even more when I give them my little signature.
I was in the bush too deep to be noticed,
no lights at all.
I see some other lights turn off,
OH!, you must love your wonderful grinning night lover!
I wait for hours,
seemed like minutes.
By the time that she is finally there,
I am giddy with excitement!
This will be fun.
I wonder what her reaction would be,
when she sees me,
and my eternal grin.
She removes the robe,
me having one last look at her lovely body.
Once she putted on her night gown,
it begins my final countdown.
She went to her mirror,
coming her beautiful brunette hair.
I start to quiver at the sight.
Women are the most beautiful creature alive.
Once all the lights were off,
and she was in bed,
I counted from a thousand.
I must be patient.
1000,
999,
998,
997.
This is boring,
why wait?
why not have fun!
Why wait to see her redness?
996,
Fuck this shit.
003,
002.
I take one of the knives,
the one I keep at my side.
I cut open the screen.
It was so silent you could hear the neighbors next door.
Once inside,
the ice darkness,
I move to her body
with perfect stealthiness.
I loom over her,
seeing her sleep.
Heavy sleeper eh?
And with the quickness, this should be fun!
I take the needle out,
filled with enough morphine to knock someone dead,
and then I insert it into her.
She never awakens.
Leaning back,
listening to a song in my head,
I wait about two minutes
for the drugs to work.
It all takes time,
you know?
All the processes,
and the presentation.
First you must know why you are doing this,
I have a motive.
I have a reason.
Just like all the others out their.
Now,
If you are reading,
you must be wondering:
Why am I doing this?
The answer is not money,
Is not love,
Is not sex.
The answer is...
IT'S TIME!
I go to her,
checking her now lowered pulse,
then I drag her out.
Lighter then I thought,
Cuter then I've seen.
She has her soft skin,
oh, how it glistens.
I put her in my bag,
gentle so not to ruin her.
Over my shoulder she goes,
as I step outside.
Looking around,
all the lights off,
people must be sleeping.
Work tomorrow honey!
I locate my car,
the lovely Durango 95.
In the back she goes,
while I go to the front.
Once inside,
the engine on,
I start to drive,
waiting for my ultimate task.
HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
HE HE HE HE HE!
HE HE HE HE HE!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Death.
I have lived for too long.
Longer then most would ever want to.
As I sit upon my throne,
I stare into the complete abyss.
I start to wonder,
as I am forever to do,
is wonder why I am this.
What have I done?
I stare into other worlds,
I see the great light,
the colors one dreams of,
all of which is unobtainable to me.
The last memory I have,
so long ago,
was of me as a mortal,
living my life.
I was typical.
The opposite of now.
I was every other person,
except for my one flaw.
I believe everything has flaws,
regardless if they believe it.
But once learned completely,
it becomes your curse.
I learned mine.
I never meant to!
It just happened,
out of a fit of rage.
I was at one time,
longer then I can really remember,
someone of power.
Someone whom other feared.
While I lived a normal life,
family and all,
I was in charge of an army,
one only said in novels.
As the head,
the Don if you will,
I create plans,
and executed orders.
Few got in my way,
most never tried.
Those that did,
got the treatment of the gun.
It was simple.
It was efficient.
I kept my cool.
I was careless.
I was this head,
I help this power.
For years and years,
thus it had remained.
Why I was careless,
had to do with my group.
They were not tamed.
They had no real control.
Like one person said,
in a great film:
"Keep your friends close,
keep you enemies closer."
I kept my friends close.
I kept my family close.
But never my enemies,
and that was my down fall.
As I grew in power,
a rebellion was created.
Some people despised me,
something I never planned.
They acted well,
they fooled me.
I am a person that is hard to full,
a little info for you.
For years they had this mask,
one that cloaked them all.
I lived one life believing their lie,
they lived another.
How could I have been so wrong?
So cynical?
I have one theory.
The girl in shadows.
One night while at my desk,
writing out new plans for the group,
she walked in.
This beautiful girl around my age.
She was tall,
long flowing black hair.
Thin with perfect curves.
Not too large, not too small.
She said that she wanted to join,
saying she could go undercover.
She said she could dig up some information for me,
some I could not get any other way.
I thought about it,
I talked about it.
We thought about it.
We talked about it.
Once she was signed on,
we were pushing it to the limit.
We were walking along the razor's edge.
We were going places.
While the group was going,
so was me and her.
We were together,
we were both happy.
She became second in command,
when I had to leave.
I taught her all there was,
she knew what to do.
I was in Vegas,
working out some deals for a new branch.
I got a phone call,
from one of my only few friends.
I was informed of the down fall,
the group was thinking of new ways.
They were going to retaliate.
I never trusted anyone else.
I arrive back at my lodging,
back in my town.
I abandoned all of my weapons and money,
except for some money and my ultimate weapon.
While I was clearing everything,
making it all ready for future events,
a tragedy happened,
unlike any other.
I turned on the news,
to my bitter shock,
to learn of my family,
all dead.
I sat stunned,
as the camera zoomed around the scene.
I noticed somethings,
that told me who done it.
There was a symbol for my group.
The symbol was of a Catholic styled 'Z'.
It was branded into the chest of them all,
already covered with flies.
A darkness concealed me,
changing me into my last form.
Vengeance changes a person:
It can make them realize what they are capable of.
I burnt all of my belongings,
even my legal papers.
I knew that for revenge,
I shall die in the process.
I bought my only tool,
knowing the dish that was about to be created.
An old saying said that vengeance is a dish best serve cold.
They were damn right about that.
With a black leather cloak on,
my head covered in shadows,
I took the scythe in hand,
and got my revenge.
It took me days,
finding everyone who was responsible.
The news said that it was beyond shocking,
just the sight of the red red kroovy to start.
Once I found someone,
willing to speak,
I learned who ordered the attack:
The girl in gray.
I spent days finding her.
Weeks.
Months.
Until she came into sight.
I found her home,
payed for with my money.
I entered her home,
and waited for her to return.
I looked into her files,
trying to find the truth.
I came upon it,
but as to why I never expected.
She was someone from my past,
someone I never imagined to see again.
Fate must be true,
for mine was already sealed.
A while back,
during one rebellion,
a man died,
all by accident.
A fight broke out,
one that divided a town.
Massacres everywhere,
not a pretty sight.
Decas of people died.
I was healed responsible.
One such person,
was The Girl In Gray's brother.
I put down the report,
and then opened another.
This one said of how she found me.
I should have known.
She worked for an opposite organization.
Worked for someone who was against me.
She was paid to spy on my.
Her loving me was unintentional.
I heard a noise!
The sound of a lock clicking.
I hide in the dark,
waiting for her.
She enters this stage,
tired from her day.
She goes to her liquor cabinet,
getting herself a drink.
She makes one,
she kills it.
One solider arrives,
she knocks them done.
When she was intoxicated,
she passed out.
Her head on the bar,
her pale neck exposed.
I stalked over to her,
The scythe in hand.
I leaned it over her neck,
prepared to slash.
I bring it down,
hearing the slicing of the bones,
when I hear something else,
something unexpected.
I look down on my cloak,
feeling a pain.
I see a dark red appear.
The red red kroovy.
I see her hand,
a gun in hand.
I saw her phone,
a camera showing my location.
I smiled.
She new all along.
Naughty naughty naughty!
You filthy old soonka!
I lay on my back,
my eyes closed.
I relax,
feeling my soul fading.
It felt like years,
maybe decades,
until I open my eyes,
to what I saw.
A black room,
with a table in the middle.
On one side a skeleton,
with a picture of wine and two goblets.
I join this reaper,
taking a glass,
and having a drink
all the while wondering his motive.
He says that due to my crimes,
ending lives I should never have,
I am doomed forever.
to reap the souls of those who are doomed.
I am never to age,
never to be seen,
just to rot away,
until someone else is picked.
For about a hundred years I have done this,
living on this throne watching the world.
I start to love this job,
seeing how I see everything.
I have seen a hell of a lot,
from a mass genocide to the destruction of two towers,
I have seen it all.
I am legend.
I look into the abyss,
my only friend,
and I see my next target,
one that I must get.
I allow the darkness to absorb me,
feeling my bones being shoved into the darkness,
and to my next victim,
whomever that might be.
I land at the base of a cliff,
a suicide caused by a grieving teen.
How pitiful,
someone takes their life for love.
I shake my skull,
taking my scythe.
I lean it over his heart,
and pierce him with the blade.
Once the blade glowed,
a fantastic white,
I rip it out,
seeing the hole fix itself up.
This is my curse,
the one I am forced to live by.
All due to a few choices,
I am doomed forever to be alone in the darkness.
Longer then most would ever want to.
As I sit upon my throne,
I stare into the complete abyss.
I start to wonder,
as I am forever to do,
is wonder why I am this.
What have I done?
I stare into other worlds,
I see the great light,
the colors one dreams of,
all of which is unobtainable to me.
The last memory I have,
so long ago,
was of me as a mortal,
living my life.
I was typical.
The opposite of now.
I was every other person,
except for my one flaw.
I believe everything has flaws,
regardless if they believe it.
But once learned completely,
it becomes your curse.
I learned mine.
I never meant to!
It just happened,
out of a fit of rage.
I was at one time,
longer then I can really remember,
someone of power.
Someone whom other feared.
While I lived a normal life,
family and all,
I was in charge of an army,
one only said in novels.
As the head,
the Don if you will,
I create plans,
and executed orders.
Few got in my way,
most never tried.
Those that did,
got the treatment of the gun.
It was simple.
It was efficient.
I kept my cool.
I was careless.
I was this head,
I help this power.
For years and years,
thus it had remained.
Why I was careless,
had to do with my group.
They were not tamed.
They had no real control.
Like one person said,
in a great film:
"Keep your friends close,
keep you enemies closer."
I kept my friends close.
I kept my family close.
But never my enemies,
and that was my down fall.
As I grew in power,
a rebellion was created.
Some people despised me,
something I never planned.
They acted well,
they fooled me.
I am a person that is hard to full,
a little info for you.
For years they had this mask,
one that cloaked them all.
I lived one life believing their lie,
they lived another.
How could I have been so wrong?
So cynical?
I have one theory.
The girl in shadows.
One night while at my desk,
writing out new plans for the group,
she walked in.
This beautiful girl around my age.
She was tall,
long flowing black hair.
Thin with perfect curves.
Not too large, not too small.
She said that she wanted to join,
saying she could go undercover.
She said she could dig up some information for me,
some I could not get any other way.
I thought about it,
I talked about it.
We thought about it.
We talked about it.
Once she was signed on,
we were pushing it to the limit.
We were walking along the razor's edge.
We were going places.
While the group was going,
so was me and her.
We were together,
we were both happy.
She became second in command,
when I had to leave.
I taught her all there was,
she knew what to do.
I was in Vegas,
working out some deals for a new branch.
I got a phone call,
from one of my only few friends.
I was informed of the down fall,
the group was thinking of new ways.
They were going to retaliate.
I never trusted anyone else.
I arrive back at my lodging,
back in my town.
I abandoned all of my weapons and money,
except for some money and my ultimate weapon.
While I was clearing everything,
making it all ready for future events,
a tragedy happened,
unlike any other.
I turned on the news,
to my bitter shock,
to learn of my family,
all dead.
I sat stunned,
as the camera zoomed around the scene.
I noticed somethings,
that told me who done it.
There was a symbol for my group.
The symbol was of a Catholic styled 'Z'.
It was branded into the chest of them all,
already covered with flies.
A darkness concealed me,
changing me into my last form.
Vengeance changes a person:
It can make them realize what they are capable of.
I burnt all of my belongings,
even my legal papers.
I knew that for revenge,
I shall die in the process.
I bought my only tool,
knowing the dish that was about to be created.
An old saying said that vengeance is a dish best serve cold.
They were damn right about that.
With a black leather cloak on,
my head covered in shadows,
I took the scythe in hand,
and got my revenge.
It took me days,
finding everyone who was responsible.
The news said that it was beyond shocking,
just the sight of the red red kroovy to start.
Once I found someone,
willing to speak,
I learned who ordered the attack:
The girl in gray.
I spent days finding her.
Weeks.
Months.
Until she came into sight.
I found her home,
payed for with my money.
I entered her home,
and waited for her to return.
I looked into her files,
trying to find the truth.
I came upon it,
but as to why I never expected.
She was someone from my past,
someone I never imagined to see again.
Fate must be true,
for mine was already sealed.
A while back,
during one rebellion,
a man died,
all by accident.
A fight broke out,
one that divided a town.
Massacres everywhere,
not a pretty sight.
Decas of people died.
I was healed responsible.
One such person,
was The Girl In Gray's brother.
I put down the report,
and then opened another.
This one said of how she found me.
I should have known.
She worked for an opposite organization.
Worked for someone who was against me.
She was paid to spy on my.
Her loving me was unintentional.
I heard a noise!
The sound of a lock clicking.
I hide in the dark,
waiting for her.
She enters this stage,
tired from her day.
She goes to her liquor cabinet,
getting herself a drink.
She makes one,
she kills it.
One solider arrives,
she knocks them done.
When she was intoxicated,
she passed out.
Her head on the bar,
her pale neck exposed.
I stalked over to her,
The scythe in hand.
I leaned it over her neck,
prepared to slash.
I bring it down,
hearing the slicing of the bones,
when I hear something else,
something unexpected.
I look down on my cloak,
feeling a pain.
I see a dark red appear.
The red red kroovy.
I see her hand,
a gun in hand.
I saw her phone,
a camera showing my location.
I smiled.
She new all along.
Naughty naughty naughty!
You filthy old soonka!
I lay on my back,
my eyes closed.
I relax,
feeling my soul fading.
It felt like years,
maybe decades,
until I open my eyes,
to what I saw.
A black room,
with a table in the middle.
On one side a skeleton,
with a picture of wine and two goblets.
I join this reaper,
taking a glass,
and having a drink
all the while wondering his motive.
He says that due to my crimes,
ending lives I should never have,
I am doomed forever.
to reap the souls of those who are doomed.
I am never to age,
never to be seen,
just to rot away,
until someone else is picked.
For about a hundred years I have done this,
living on this throne watching the world.
I start to love this job,
seeing how I see everything.
I have seen a hell of a lot,
from a mass genocide to the destruction of two towers,
I have seen it all.
I am legend.
I look into the abyss,
my only friend,
and I see my next target,
one that I must get.
I allow the darkness to absorb me,
feeling my bones being shoved into the darkness,
and to my next victim,
whomever that might be.
I land at the base of a cliff,
a suicide caused by a grieving teen.
How pitiful,
someone takes their life for love.
I shake my skull,
taking my scythe.
I lean it over his heart,
and pierce him with the blade.
Once the blade glowed,
a fantastic white,
I rip it out,
seeing the hole fix itself up.
This is my curse,
the one I am forced to live by.
All due to a few choices,
I am doomed forever to be alone in the darkness.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Imaginarium.
It is around that time again,
when the clock dongs all over again.
The sweet sound it makes,
as the seconds tick by.
I am by my window,
sitting at my desk no less.
My coffee cup hot,
warming the scene.
I look at my candles,
black as midnight.
Oh, how the fire burns,
crackling in the silence.
I lay back,
relaxing each mussel.
I feel my body lessen,
as I start to drift.
Within minutes,
or was it seconds?
I was gone
and into the land of white.
I look from the front to the back,
and all I see are the black doors.
Each one embedded with a number,
painted bright gold and easy to read.
I go down each door,
listening with all possibilities.
I was looking for one story,
one that has yet to be heard.
I hear in one door the dream a friend was having,
one that involved his very personal experience.
I thought for a second,
then denied that door.
As I was going down (or up?) the rows,
I start to think.
What my mind was pondering,
was this curse.
From the day I was born,
till the day I die (I guess),
I have this ability,
to see people's dreams.
At first,
I was frightened.
Then I decided,
what I must do.
I was a poor man,
living off of scraps anywhere.
That was until I found out,
how grand my power was.
I decided to write,
become one like the real Gods.
I view people's dreams,
then write them
'How genius!' I tell myself,
as I first decided!
'How genius!' I cried,
when I became a success.
I go up a few,
down a thousand,
looking for a new dream,
one that is crying out to me.
I kept on looking,
looking for something original.
Not like a little green bag,
but more like something golden.
I grow tired,
as I start to realize it.
I should have seen this coming,
but it was too late.
As I looked,
I understood.
Some of the doors are missing.
Others lead to blank white walls.
I run as fast as I can,
my legs pumping at the veins.
I break out in a cold sweat,
pure terror on my face.
I rip open the doors,
one by one,
for hours and hours.
Maybe days and days.
Until I found one door.
One I never imagined.
And but the looks of it,
a wonderful or terrible dream was ensured.
I take a deep breath,
drying the sweat on my face.
Extending my hand,
I enter the door.
Once I got settled,
my feet that is,
I start to notice something.
Something rather off.
I look around me,
seeing all that one could.
I hear the thunder cracking,
and the sky a horrific purple.
There was only one path,
made out of burnt brick and ash.
Each step the same,
all bland.
No where to go,
nothing to gaze at,
I start on this path,
hoping it will lead to somewhere.
As I continue,
random explosions take place.
I jumped a few times,
but then I calmed down.
As I saw each one,
each explosion that erupted,
I head screams,
Screams unlike any other.
These were imagined screams.
Screams that come from the minds of others.
Each one being destroyed.
Each one being burnt.
I wanted to save them,
but these dark fiends were too far down.
If I was to try to save them,
I would be killed.
I continue on my path,
trying to ignore the screams.
Each one worse then the last.
If that was even possible.
I spent days on this path,
wishing for the rows of light walls.
I wondered how I could go back,
return to the doors and hallways.
Once the path ended,
I found another door.
On it there was a word.
One written in a color too beautiful to say.
I looked up and read the word.
It was odd,
but I said the word out loud:
Imaginarium.
Once said,
and I heard the silence,
I felt a warmness in my chest,
one that resembled first love.
The shape of a heart,
opened in my chest.
While no blood came out,
a bright light did.
Out of this light,
and out of the heart,
a single ray emerged,
and went into the keyhole on the door.
For a few seconds
or however long it took,
I heard the clicking of the inner locks,
and my excitement grew.
Once it was all done,
the door handles became physical.
They were painted on the door,
but then they appeared.
I grabbed them,
one in each hand,
and tried to pull,
but something was wrong.
I tried again,
but something was wrong.
Again, and again.
Same result.
I re-looked at the word.
Imaginarium.
Imaginarium.
Imaginarium.
The word circled my mind.
Something about it.
Something off.
Until I figured it out.
With the new word in mind,
biting away at my lips,
I shouted:
IMAGINATION!
I head the final clicks,
a glow erupted from the cracks on the door.
I grabbed the door handles,
and opened the door.
What I saw,
with my own two eyes,
was something that I never expected,
from the words Imagination and Imaginarium.
I saw...
I saw...
I saw...
... nothing.
Nothing.
Except for all white.
I heard a loud clash behind me,
only to find the doors gone.
I walked around the emptyness.
Looking for a way out.
Was I going north or south?
East or west?
While I saw nothing,
a strange sense of calm happened.
I should not,
but I was calm.
Then a voice was heard.
One I could not identify.
It spoke of the problem,
why the world was this.
He said it was due to the brain,
not working.
Due to people,
forgetting the old ways.
I was chosen,
he said,
to remind people
of the true life.
'The true life,'
he said.
'that only the ones who give life
can give.'
'Electronics,
no matter the purpose,
can not break the tradition,
no matter what.'
He said that I must go back to my world,
type out what I had experienced.
I must type this out,
and get people back into different worlds.
Each voice I heard,
each one screaming,
was that of an idea,
for a world someone had.
I realized that every time an idea would come,
something that could change the world,
someone would destroy it.
Create a dulled version.
When I woke up,
to my candles out and my coffee cold,
I had some tears in my eyes,
as I thought of those souls.
Every time someone creates a story,
or thinks of one,
that person harnesses the power of God,
the power to create a world and let people live.
Too many people give up on that power,
thinking it is pathetic.
No one wants to open their minds.
No one wants to create their power.
As I type out my story,
one that might be my best,
I hope someone will create a world,
create a universe and have the power of God.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Trial Of Cyri. Chapter Seven. REVISED
CHAPTER SEVEN
Like most organizations I suppose, meetings have a tendency to get boring after a while. When you look at it, all you do is sit around, you know who is their, and just hear the same old yapping coming out of everyone’s mouth while trying to do something to make it all seem fun and better.
Cyri put down her coffee mug, looked up and stared at all of the members of both The Children of Darkness and The Children of Nobodies. She was thinking about the meeting that she was going to have to conduct today and regardless of the fact that she has led so many already, she still felt nervous. It was times like this that she wished that Vincent would be there. She was not a leader and she knew it. This was one of the few and only reasons why she regretted dating Vincent. The other was due to the pain her heart felt with him gone and something else. But more on that later.
She looked at them all. They were all either talking to one another or reading their handouts about the meeting and what was suppose to happen. She was wondering how her original friends were taking all of this and, for the most part, they seemed to be doing so well enough. What worried her was Blaze and his two friends. Just their presence was enough to cause something of a disturbance in the area.
One thing that has come to accept was that Blaze had a thing for looking weird whenever he was seen. Today, for example, he ended up dying his hair raven black with a few streaks of gray here and there for effect. Around his eyes, he had this electric blue eyeliner that was only matched by his red contact lenses that, for some reason, creped Cyri out. She never knew why he was so theatrical, nor did she care. As long as he did not do anything stupid.
Sighing, she put her coffee mug on a near by table, took a sip of water, and cleared her throat. All of the members stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Today’s meeting (like all other forthcoming meetings) were taking place at the coffee shop that Job worked in. Due to him having a key to the shop and being able to enter before and after hours, it made a good place to sit down and talk about meetings. It pays when your drunken, idiotic father went from dating cheerleaders to dating women who own coffee shops. For extra protection, all security cameras were deactivated.
“All right everyone,” her voice filled the void air. “As you have read, the first part of this meeting is to have me update you all on how Vincent, how overall leader, has been up to. But before I do, there are a few facts that I must touch base on. The first is about me reveling things about Vincent. For the most part, I will up date you guys once a month based on what he has told me. I will not, how ever, tell you any of the personal messages he has told me, due to them being for me to know. The second has to be with the security of our computers. Due to Blaze, Jadis, and Job being able to hack into our computers when ever they like, I never want to find out that you have been doing anything at all. But, at the same time, I do not want you three to (Blaze, Jadis, and Job) to go and try to bastardize anyone. Only when I deem it necessary do we check people’s computers. Agree?” the three of them shook their heads yes, while Maxine stood up.
“But what about private policy? What about us keeping some things to ourselves? You can not just go in, look threw our shit, just to see. What about you four? What stops you guys from going and looking at crap while we have to be spot checked?” A good majority of the members there all shook their heads yes in agreement. They all felt that it would be completely and totally unfair to go forth and steal of them of their right as humans of privacy.
“I am glad that you brought that up. One member (one of the hackers) will do routine checks on my computer without anyone knowing. Not even me. I have had this person agree that if I was to, heaven forbid, do something that would go against all that Vincent has worked for to report me to him and be banished from helping this group in anyway and the next person that will be in charge will take over.” Cyri said.
“And who will that be?” said Job.
“As far as now, we do not know. Vincent will make a list while he is up in Idaho. But enough about this for now. Let’s get this entire meeting underway.
“for the most part, Vincent has been doing okay. His mother, Veronica, has got him settled in nicely and they are trying to lead a normal and comfortable life. He still does not know about Blaze being his stepbrother and seems to be oblivious to that. Now, he has said that due to what he knows about Blaze, something in him has told him that it would be wise to have him formally join our group, something that is already done and taking care of. As far as Vincent is concerned, he feels that Blaze’s knowledge and hacking skills will be a complete plus to use in our fight against Donnie and The Children Of Ghetto. Along with the fighting styles of Stalin and McCarty. The next thing that Vincent is planning on doing is this: he wants to create organizations around all of America to help in this complete struggle against this corrupt government. He has meet some people, but he does not know if he should or not. We will vote later on about if we think it will be wise or not so, until then, you can keep your stupid comments in your pocket.” Some of the people their laughed at the reference to that movie the quote ‘keep your stupid comments in your pocket was from’.
While coming down, Cyri took another sip of water. “Okay, so you all know what Vincent has been up to. Now lets go to the next topic: what Donnie has been up to. Blaze, what do you know as of now in relation to him?” Blaze looked up, his eyes piercing everyone who looked at him.
“For the most part he has been kept quiet about his plans. I do not know what it is, but something has been up with him.”
“Like what?” Cyri asked.
“Well, for example, he keeps talking about a ‘them’ other than mentioning us. Actually, all he says about us is the name he has so humbly given out group which is ‘That Fucking Bitch And Her Cunt Licking Friends’. I know, it is very charming and delightful. But, with this ‘them’, it seems like they are planning something. All I know is that it might be mentioning us and if that is the case, then we need to be on our toes at all times.”
“Well Blaze,” Cyri asked leaning back crossing her legs with a hiss of pain. One thing she hated: growing. Mostly due to it taking place in her legs. “What is your thoughts on what it could be up to?”
“The best I can think up of is that it would have to deal with your parents being released from prison. I mean, think about it like this: they might want revenge against you and so does Donnie after your little tribute to a certain gothic computer hacker.” Blaze said, taking a sip of coffee out of a thirty six ounce cup.
“Okay,” Tad said to everyone’s shock. “I need to know: why do you drink coffee out of that cup?” Blaze looked and Tad and smiled.
“Why, o my brother, I drink about ten of these a day. Yeah, I drink about thirty six hundred cups of coffee a day. Why I am not dead yet, I do not know. But, as long as I am okay and not crazy or insane, I see no problem.”
“Okay, enough talk of coffee boys.” Cyri said. “Okay, we have an idea that they might be coming after me, being both my parents and Donnie, but what I want to know is what will be our plan of action to deal with. What else do you know and how did you come to this conclusion Blaze?” Blaze sighed.
“One of the beauties of studying the art of hacking is that you learn to hack into any computers. As some of you might know, there is a rather terrible lawyer who was released from prison some time ago by the name of Joshua Ethan. I started tracking this guy when I learned that he was partly responsible for my sister’s death. A few days ago, I was looking into his computer to see what he was up to. One thing I had noticed is that he had built this camera into his computer that records everything that goes on in his office. The one thing that I noticed was when two people, Oren and Aaron. When I was doing some background research on Cyri, those two names came up in her report on her abusive childhood. I thought it was all a coincidence until Ethan started talking about you.” Everyone stared at Blaze, McCartney, and Stalin.
“What did they talk about?” Cyri asked, a little disturbed.
“In a nutshell, they discussed how Donnie and Ratliff were related and all that bullshit. But right before Cyri’s parents left, Ethan told them that sooner or later they were all going to meet up to discuss their plans on what to do with Cyri. As to what those plans are, I can not fathom. I apologize.” Everyone was quiet for a few moments until Jadis started speaking.
“Okay, you three scare me with your hacking skills. Just saying.” All Blaze done was laugh weakly under his breath.
“Well, thank you for sharing that information with me you three. Now we know that not only did we slaughter Donnie’s cousin but we also tortured the son of a bitch plus my parents are working with them to bring us done and do God knows what to me because we decided to put an end to some sick bastards that want to exploit children any way they can. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this world?” Cyri cursed under her breath and she leaned in her seat.
“Alrighty,” She said sitting back up. “I believe only one last thing needs to be said about this meeting before we close it all up and that would be the final verdict on Blaze and his group in regards if they will be with us. I think I can speak for us all when I say that the choice will be unanimous with yes on that choice. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” No one said anything. “Then it is official: Nobodies, welcome to the darkness!”
The ice midmorning hair ran threw Cyri’s hair as she walked home. One thing as of recent: few people drive in the streets. Something about gas being to expensive. For Cyri, she could care less. Walking actually helped her clear her mind. The only thing that she was now wondering would be what the fate of the group and what Donnie would be planning on doing next. It, at times drove her insane. Needing to relief her mind, she put in her music player and listened to the score of The Vampire Chronicles: Interview With The Vampire.
As the haunting sounds of the Latin choir started playing, she looked and saw Tad walking to his home. Even though he now lived away from her (his mother finally found a serious boyfriend. For once.) she was wanting to look for some time to talk to him. She was still aggravated due to his hatred for her boyfriend, but she still acknowledged the fact that he was, at one time, her first friend and someone she cared for deeply. She only wished that he would understand that. Taking a sigh, she walked towards him.
“Tad!” she called, removing one of the ear buds from her ear. Tad looked at her and stopped in his tracks. Cyri ran to him.
“Welly, welly, well.” He said once she was near him. “To whom do I owe this extreme pleasure of?”
“I was thinking and decided that it would be best if I talk to someone after today’s meeting. Because of chance I found you here and figure why not talk to you. Besides, it has been months sense we lasted talked and I want to know where you live.” Once she stopped talking, they began to walk together. They were quiet at the start.
“So, during the past few months, what have you been up to?” She looked up at him.
“Well, in a nut shell I still dislike Vincent due to this group he had formed and what he has done with his creation, my mom finally found a serious boyfriend. Some intern at a court or something like that and due to them being serious, she decided to move in with him. He is nice enough, but I do not give a fuck. What about you?” He looked down on her.
“You basically know everything: dealing with Vincent not being here, running this gang, etc. You are aware that you can leave the group if you ask, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do you incest of staying in the group?”
“Because you are in it.” Cyri stopped and grabbed his arm.
“Look, Tad.” She said. “I am aware that you love me more then as a friend and I respect that. Fuck, I am thankful I have such a loyal friend as you to still be here even though I have acted like a bitch and ignored you all of these past few months. But you need to understand that my heart is with Vincent. Not you. Yes, I will admit that you are cute and you are close to my heart, but as close as you are is as far as you will be. I am sorry but that is just that.” Tad looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.
“Just because I am aware of that fact does not mean, in the slightest, that I agree with it.” He started walking again. Cyri followed.
“And hating Vincent due to him and I still dating will not help matters in the slightest.”
“I am aware of that Cyri. But I still do not like him and that is that. End of discussion.” They were quiet for some time. “Okay, you see that house right there? Number 6261? Yeah, that is where I live. Look, I will see you later. I need to go. Bye.” Before Tad left, Cyri went and hugged him. When she let go, she said her farewell to him and left. If there was one thing that Cyri feared that day, it would have to be loosing him.
Like most organizations I suppose, meetings have a tendency to get boring after a while. When you look at it, all you do is sit around, you know who is their, and just hear the same old yapping coming out of everyone’s mouth while trying to do something to make it all seem fun and better.
Cyri put down her coffee mug, looked up and stared at all of the members of both The Children of Darkness and The Children of Nobodies. She was thinking about the meeting that she was going to have to conduct today and regardless of the fact that she has led so many already, she still felt nervous. It was times like this that she wished that Vincent would be there. She was not a leader and she knew it. This was one of the few and only reasons why she regretted dating Vincent. The other was due to the pain her heart felt with him gone and something else. But more on that later.
She looked at them all. They were all either talking to one another or reading their handouts about the meeting and what was suppose to happen. She was wondering how her original friends were taking all of this and, for the most part, they seemed to be doing so well enough. What worried her was Blaze and his two friends. Just their presence was enough to cause something of a disturbance in the area.
One thing that has come to accept was that Blaze had a thing for looking weird whenever he was seen. Today, for example, he ended up dying his hair raven black with a few streaks of gray here and there for effect. Around his eyes, he had this electric blue eyeliner that was only matched by his red contact lenses that, for some reason, creped Cyri out. She never knew why he was so theatrical, nor did she care. As long as he did not do anything stupid.
Sighing, she put her coffee mug on a near by table, took a sip of water, and cleared her throat. All of the members stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Today’s meeting (like all other forthcoming meetings) were taking place at the coffee shop that Job worked in. Due to him having a key to the shop and being able to enter before and after hours, it made a good place to sit down and talk about meetings. It pays when your drunken, idiotic father went from dating cheerleaders to dating women who own coffee shops. For extra protection, all security cameras were deactivated.
“All right everyone,” her voice filled the void air. “As you have read, the first part of this meeting is to have me update you all on how Vincent, how overall leader, has been up to. But before I do, there are a few facts that I must touch base on. The first is about me reveling things about Vincent. For the most part, I will up date you guys once a month based on what he has told me. I will not, how ever, tell you any of the personal messages he has told me, due to them being for me to know. The second has to be with the security of our computers. Due to Blaze, Jadis, and Job being able to hack into our computers when ever they like, I never want to find out that you have been doing anything at all. But, at the same time, I do not want you three to (Blaze, Jadis, and Job) to go and try to bastardize anyone. Only when I deem it necessary do we check people’s computers. Agree?” the three of them shook their heads yes, while Maxine stood up.
“But what about private policy? What about us keeping some things to ourselves? You can not just go in, look threw our shit, just to see. What about you four? What stops you guys from going and looking at crap while we have to be spot checked?” A good majority of the members there all shook their heads yes in agreement. They all felt that it would be completely and totally unfair to go forth and steal of them of their right as humans of privacy.
“I am glad that you brought that up. One member (one of the hackers) will do routine checks on my computer without anyone knowing. Not even me. I have had this person agree that if I was to, heaven forbid, do something that would go against all that Vincent has worked for to report me to him and be banished from helping this group in anyway and the next person that will be in charge will take over.” Cyri said.
“And who will that be?” said Job.
“As far as now, we do not know. Vincent will make a list while he is up in Idaho. But enough about this for now. Let’s get this entire meeting underway.
“for the most part, Vincent has been doing okay. His mother, Veronica, has got him settled in nicely and they are trying to lead a normal and comfortable life. He still does not know about Blaze being his stepbrother and seems to be oblivious to that. Now, he has said that due to what he knows about Blaze, something in him has told him that it would be wise to have him formally join our group, something that is already done and taking care of. As far as Vincent is concerned, he feels that Blaze’s knowledge and hacking skills will be a complete plus to use in our fight against Donnie and The Children Of Ghetto. Along with the fighting styles of Stalin and McCarty. The next thing that Vincent is planning on doing is this: he wants to create organizations around all of America to help in this complete struggle against this corrupt government. He has meet some people, but he does not know if he should or not. We will vote later on about if we think it will be wise or not so, until then, you can keep your stupid comments in your pocket.” Some of the people their laughed at the reference to that movie the quote ‘keep your stupid comments in your pocket was from’.
While coming down, Cyri took another sip of water. “Okay, so you all know what Vincent has been up to. Now lets go to the next topic: what Donnie has been up to. Blaze, what do you know as of now in relation to him?” Blaze looked up, his eyes piercing everyone who looked at him.
“For the most part he has been kept quiet about his plans. I do not know what it is, but something has been up with him.”
“Like what?” Cyri asked.
“Well, for example, he keeps talking about a ‘them’ other than mentioning us. Actually, all he says about us is the name he has so humbly given out group which is ‘That Fucking Bitch And Her Cunt Licking Friends’. I know, it is very charming and delightful. But, with this ‘them’, it seems like they are planning something. All I know is that it might be mentioning us and if that is the case, then we need to be on our toes at all times.”
“Well Blaze,” Cyri asked leaning back crossing her legs with a hiss of pain. One thing she hated: growing. Mostly due to it taking place in her legs. “What is your thoughts on what it could be up to?”
“The best I can think up of is that it would have to deal with your parents being released from prison. I mean, think about it like this: they might want revenge against you and so does Donnie after your little tribute to a certain gothic computer hacker.” Blaze said, taking a sip of coffee out of a thirty six ounce cup.
“Okay,” Tad said to everyone’s shock. “I need to know: why do you drink coffee out of that cup?” Blaze looked and Tad and smiled.
“Why, o my brother, I drink about ten of these a day. Yeah, I drink about thirty six hundred cups of coffee a day. Why I am not dead yet, I do not know. But, as long as I am okay and not crazy or insane, I see no problem.”
“Okay, enough talk of coffee boys.” Cyri said. “Okay, we have an idea that they might be coming after me, being both my parents and Donnie, but what I want to know is what will be our plan of action to deal with. What else do you know and how did you come to this conclusion Blaze?” Blaze sighed.
“One of the beauties of studying the art of hacking is that you learn to hack into any computers. As some of you might know, there is a rather terrible lawyer who was released from prison some time ago by the name of Joshua Ethan. I started tracking this guy when I learned that he was partly responsible for my sister’s death. A few days ago, I was looking into his computer to see what he was up to. One thing I had noticed is that he had built this camera into his computer that records everything that goes on in his office. The one thing that I noticed was when two people, Oren and Aaron. When I was doing some background research on Cyri, those two names came up in her report on her abusive childhood. I thought it was all a coincidence until Ethan started talking about you.” Everyone stared at Blaze, McCartney, and Stalin.
“What did they talk about?” Cyri asked, a little disturbed.
“In a nutshell, they discussed how Donnie and Ratliff were related and all that bullshit. But right before Cyri’s parents left, Ethan told them that sooner or later they were all going to meet up to discuss their plans on what to do with Cyri. As to what those plans are, I can not fathom. I apologize.” Everyone was quiet for a few moments until Jadis started speaking.
“Okay, you three scare me with your hacking skills. Just saying.” All Blaze done was laugh weakly under his breath.
“Well, thank you for sharing that information with me you three. Now we know that not only did we slaughter Donnie’s cousin but we also tortured the son of a bitch plus my parents are working with them to bring us done and do God knows what to me because we decided to put an end to some sick bastards that want to exploit children any way they can. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this world?” Cyri cursed under her breath and she leaned in her seat.
“Alrighty,” She said sitting back up. “I believe only one last thing needs to be said about this meeting before we close it all up and that would be the final verdict on Blaze and his group in regards if they will be with us. I think I can speak for us all when I say that the choice will be unanimous with yes on that choice. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” No one said anything. “Then it is official: Nobodies, welcome to the darkness!”
The ice midmorning hair ran threw Cyri’s hair as she walked home. One thing as of recent: few people drive in the streets. Something about gas being to expensive. For Cyri, she could care less. Walking actually helped her clear her mind. The only thing that she was now wondering would be what the fate of the group and what Donnie would be planning on doing next. It, at times drove her insane. Needing to relief her mind, she put in her music player and listened to the score of The Vampire Chronicles: Interview With The Vampire.
As the haunting sounds of the Latin choir started playing, she looked and saw Tad walking to his home. Even though he now lived away from her (his mother finally found a serious boyfriend. For once.) she was wanting to look for some time to talk to him. She was still aggravated due to his hatred for her boyfriend, but she still acknowledged the fact that he was, at one time, her first friend and someone she cared for deeply. She only wished that he would understand that. Taking a sigh, she walked towards him.
“Tad!” she called, removing one of the ear buds from her ear. Tad looked at her and stopped in his tracks. Cyri ran to him.
“Welly, welly, well.” He said once she was near him. “To whom do I owe this extreme pleasure of?”
“I was thinking and decided that it would be best if I talk to someone after today’s meeting. Because of chance I found you here and figure why not talk to you. Besides, it has been months sense we lasted talked and I want to know where you live.” Once she stopped talking, they began to walk together. They were quiet at the start.
“So, during the past few months, what have you been up to?” She looked up at him.
“Well, in a nut shell I still dislike Vincent due to this group he had formed and what he has done with his creation, my mom finally found a serious boyfriend. Some intern at a court or something like that and due to them being serious, she decided to move in with him. He is nice enough, but I do not give a fuck. What about you?” He looked down on her.
“You basically know everything: dealing with Vincent not being here, running this gang, etc. You are aware that you can leave the group if you ask, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do you incest of staying in the group?”
“Because you are in it.” Cyri stopped and grabbed his arm.
“Look, Tad.” She said. “I am aware that you love me more then as a friend and I respect that. Fuck, I am thankful I have such a loyal friend as you to still be here even though I have acted like a bitch and ignored you all of these past few months. But you need to understand that my heart is with Vincent. Not you. Yes, I will admit that you are cute and you are close to my heart, but as close as you are is as far as you will be. I am sorry but that is just that.” Tad looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.
“Just because I am aware of that fact does not mean, in the slightest, that I agree with it.” He started walking again. Cyri followed.
“And hating Vincent due to him and I still dating will not help matters in the slightest.”
“I am aware of that Cyri. But I still do not like him and that is that. End of discussion.” They were quiet for some time. “Okay, you see that house right there? Number 6261? Yeah, that is where I live. Look, I will see you later. I need to go. Bye.” Before Tad left, Cyri went and hugged him. When she let go, she said her farewell to him and left. If there was one thing that Cyri feared that day, it would have to be loosing him.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Evil Shall With Evil Be Expelled.
When the days were old,
and the great sun awoken,
the magic one went out of his cave,
staff in hand.
Down the road that never ended,
to the rocks that towered high,
he engraved a message,
of a dream he had had.
A long way off,
when the world starts to die,
a power would be formed,
that would kill the dragon.
With the voice of hell,
with a band of angels,
they shall use the power of darkness,
to corrupt darkness.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
All wrong will be right.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
With the voice from hell.
The times had changed,
the world has weakened,
the one with the voice awoken,
amplified voice in hand.
With his band,
all whom no one knew,
the voice exploded,
shaking everyone.
Hatred in the eyes,
of others of the same,
the head dragon looked up,
his eyes set on the target.
The dragon unleashed his voice,
one that cloaked the world in darkness.
The dragon knew that he would win.
He had for many years from the dawn.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
All wrong will be right.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
With the voice from hell.
Years the fight was fought.
Time and time again.
The power was too strong.
The dragon had control.
The master of this world,
the creator of distraught minds,
the dragon controlled what to like,
told others the same.
If he hated one thing,
everyone hated.
If he hated one sound,
everyone hated.
He was a taxman.
He would tax you with insults.
You do not pay,
but with your solitude.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
All wrong will be right.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
With the voice from hell.
When all hope was almost lost,
and people thought that it was about to end,
one group was formed,
one to end it all.
Band with an unlikely voice,
and a band of misfits,
they fought against the dragon,
for metal will never die.
They found the lodging,
the castle of the dragon,
the cave was sealed,
only one thing to say.
Ruler of Heaven And Hell,
Controller of the Mob Rules,
Master Dehumanizer,
The Devil You Know shall open!
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
All wrong will be right.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
With the voice from hell.
Once entered,
their magic was revealed.
The sounds made,
disturbed the dragon.
Having legions of others,
ones that followed his leadership.
They played their music,
ones that he approved.
The people who were brain washed,
by the controlling powers,
listened to The Dragon's music.
They loved it unconditionally.
Once the legion was done,
Our band began again.
They tried with all they learned,
from what the ancients told them.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
All wrong will be right.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
With the voice from hell.
The magic was unleashed!
The power of metal awakened.
The minions were shocked,
they never knew.
The power lasted for ours,
the minds of the corrupted changed.
They wondered what had happened,
why they were there.
The dragon looked around,
his realm falling apart.
He thought he had control,
forcing people to like what he thought was right.
The people turned away,
Forgetting the dragon.
They followed their own paths,
for their creativity will keep the dragon at bay.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
All wrong will be right.
Evil shall with Evil be expelled.
With the voice from hell.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Stieg Larsson's Dragon Tattoo Trilogy Review.
MEN WHO HATE WOMEN (THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO)
With the way most Americans are in terms of films, it is beyond hard to find a forgien film that mainstream audiences will just go and gobble up. Even harder is adapting a literary work that has a mega fan base of loyal followers and, at the same time, trying to keep the story film worthy. Men Who Hate Women (The Original Swedish Title) does this and so much more. Based off of the late, great Swedish writer Stieg Larsson's allegory for violence against women, this is a film that does something that has not really been done sense Quentin Tarantino made Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction: Revamp the crime genre. The script of this film does a rather good job at adapting the novel, but like all adaptations, some things have to be altered to fit the screen. While I would have liked some of the subplots that were in the novel to be included, what has been changed is satisfying enough. The direction of this film, in terms of pace, is rather slow and tedious, but that is the point: it is meant to be. Like Al Pacino's Dog Day Afternoon, this film's pace is meant to make the viewer feel like they are the characters and know what they are going threw. In that sense, the pacing is spot on. Now, we come to one of the best parts of this film: The Score. Claimed to have be written under three days for all three films, the score is wonderful and does a good job at keeping the tone of the film in check. For the acting, I doubt I can describe just how phenomenal it is. For acting, only one name needs to be said: Noomi Rapace. Ms. Rapace portrays the character Lisbeth Salander and, well, she makes the performance believable. What can I say about her acting? Her acting in this film is spot on perfect as she becomes this fascinating heart and soul of the story (in both the film and novel) while making Lisbeth seem more human. Her performance alone is worth seeing this film and making it unforgettable. Overall: This is a film that some mainstream viewers may not like due to it's length. But if you sit back and become one with the story, then you are in for one hell of a ride.
THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE
One thing one must understand and learn about sequels is that they are always going to be worse then the original, sometimes equal to the original, or better than the first. On the second film in Stieg Larsson's Dragon Tattoo Trilogy, it is not better then the fist, defiantly not worse then the original, but at the same time not equal. The main thing that makes it not equal is the already lower shock value that the original had. The original was unexpected and that made Men Who Hate Women (The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo) beyond wonderful. Regardless, this film is still great. One of the things that has changed is the director. Being Daniel Alfredson (brother of Let The Right One In director Thomas Alfredson) in the chair of conducting this film, he does have the story stray away from the novel, but does it in an wonderful fashion. For me personally, this is both a good and a bad thing. While I admit that the film works, there are a few subplots from the novel that I would have liked to see in the film. But, for what it is in terms of direction and story, it is satisfying. The score for this film is basically the same as the first: Wonderful. If you loved the score for MWHW, then you will love this one (mostly because it is basically the same). Now for the acting. Noomi Rapace (Lisbeth Salander) is still a bad ass babe in this film as she tries to free her name that has been slandered upon and uncover the dark secrets from her past that has made her the person she is. Michael Nyqvist (Mikael Blomkvist) is still wonderful as his character, but plays the role pretty much the same. I would have liked some more emotion, but that is just me. Overall, this is a good sequel that stands on it's own, but it is BEYOND strongly recommended that you have the third film.
THE AIR CRAFT THAT WAS BLOWN UP (THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNET'S NEST)
One of the most popular forms of film series is the Trilogy. Some of the most famous include The Matrix, Gamera, Mad Max, Rebirth Of Mothera, Saw (before part 4 - 7 were made), etc. Now, one thing most sequels have in common is that the third and last film ends up being the best. While The Air Castle That Blew (The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest) is not the best of the Trilogy, it is still a beyond satisfying conclusion to the best crime trilogy ever made. Now, the director is the same as last time (Daniel Alfredson), and this is good seeing as how this film operates at the beginning in connection with the ending to the conclusion of The Girl Who Played With Fire. The only real problem that people have with the direction of this film is the pacing which, I do not see the problem. For me, if one was to pay attention to the story, the pacing is exactly how it needs to be: Not fast, not slow. Just right. Now, with the script, it is about the same as the previous film, just a lot of the violence is toned down and so has been the language used. For the fact that this is a court drama, this has to be called upon. Like the other two previous films, the score here is done by Jacob Groth again, and this time it is darker and more tense then the others. Perfectly capturing the high stakes tension as Lisbeth (Noomi Rapace) is fighting for her life and freedom. Which brings me to the acting. While Noomi Rapace has done a damn good job thus far with playing Salander, here she perfects it down. Wile watching this, she completely becomes this obscene, abnormal character that has a presence that can stop you dead just by looking at her. The best example of this is when she is walking to her first court trail. In the entire trilogy, this is the best scene that was directed. While I was watching that scene, a huge smile grew on my face as I realized that in the seven hours that the films take up, that that scene completely capture Stieg Larsson's world or corruption, darkness, and abuse. The other actors do a decent job playing themselves. Nothing too special there. But, the only character that I would say that, other then Salander, that I think deserves mentioning is the character of Erika Berger (Lena Endre). One thing about this character that stands out to me is how strong she becomes when she makes her own choices and has to turn away from Blomkvist (Michael Nyqvist) when he makes a choice that will determine their relationship. As a whole, this is a much better film then The Girl Who Played With Fire (which is a great film), but must be scene with the aforementioned title to have the complete story for when you look at it, it is all one giant tale and allegory for Men Who Hate Women.
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