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Thalassophobia
Crunch, crunch went her boots on the path. EE stopped on the uphill climb of the interior overhang of the cavern. She felt the little pebbles of rock shift around her boots, making the path unsafe for any kind of shoe but ones designed for uneven ground. Few people ventured into this cave anymore, since the National Park had closed it to the public. This path took her to the pool.
Eilidh Ezra Donavon had a fear, a fear so powerful it made her leave her home and make her way to these mountains, to this park. EE as she had been known by her family and now by the other rangers, was born a twin but her twin, Erza died a month before they were both born. In honor of carrying his soul, her parents added his name to hers. He became a part of her.
Past the next very large stalagmite the path started a long curve down, making one feel like they were heading back towards the way you had just come over the hill. And in some ways you were but the path slowly curved away and down from the entrance of the cave. One had to be careful going down the hill, the slope got tricky at the end and if you didn't know just how twisty it got, you could slide right off the path into the drop.
Once a month, EE traveled down into the darkness, to visit the pool. It was here, she would encounter the thing which followed her, stalking her, her whole life. The thing caused her to be so full of doubt and anxiety, making the only emotion within her to be fear. Fear it would get her, fear she would lose control and it would be there to swallow her whole, fear she would never feel safe anywhere, fear it would win. Sometimes she could forget it out under the stars or strolling in the forest, till she walked by a body of water, a body of water the size it loved.
Every little bit of water caused anxiety so overwhelming, it became a taste, a smell, a touch and a sense of fear. Every little bit of water would cause her to see just a wink of it, just darting outside of her vision. She had learn over the years not torture herself by turning her head to look. It would always be gone and her fear would heighten from being unsure of her sanity.
EE had left her home to go away to college to get a biology degree to see if she could understand what she was seeing. She studied creatures from all over the world and her specialty was fish of deep, freshwater lakes to find out what it was. And while she found some clues to what it might be, she could never really find anything exactly like it. What she learned was there were interconnecting tunnels underground it had made and used to find her. Most of the tunnels were connected to the pool, explaining how her fear could travel there and back and everywhere.
Finding the pool, down here by accident, finally gave her a way to research what it really was. She didn't want to go down into the hole to look at the pool. She didn't want to even think about being down there in the dark where the only light was the bioluminescent fungi. EE didn't want to understand what it was doing down there. All she wanted was to find a reason for the why of it.
EE took a sigh and centered herself as she came to the next odd twist in the path. If one didn't twist in the exact moment at the right time, understanding the world around and under you, you would end up going down to a dead end. A dead end flattening out to a small plateau of crumbling rock. Rock which could crumble down into the pool, ending one's life. Fear would always win down here.
Taking a deep breath to help with a small sliver of fear, EE moved down the path trying to control herself. She knew what was coming. She knew the exact moment, the exact place, where her animal brain would take over. The 'there' with the dank smell associated with old moisture hit her. Old, cold damp like in a basement. She had always hated basements because she knew in her soul, in that deep part of one's being where fear lived, water was there. Few people didn't really know how much water was under them, deep in the ground.
Trembling, EE stopped and took sense of where she was. It was here an unconscious trigger started her anxiety up. She could feel the sense of dread just floating in between her throat and stomach causing a shortness in her breath and the tingling feeling in her skin. It was only near water, usually deep water when anxiety hits. She didn't need to see the water, she could feel it. She had tried to be near water and it was always the same. Swimming pools and puddles were mostly fine unless it was dark and she couldn't see the bottom. Fresh water and salt were hard which is why she ended up leaving home. When she was there the fear was overpowering. Choking, clotting fear causing her to be irritated, angry and frustrated at everything and everyone. Wanting only to stay hidden and away.
The worse thing is no one had ever believed her, ever. Not Nanny, not Mother, not Father, not one of her seven siblings. She had learned at an early age, she was the only one who sensed it out there waiting. At first she didn't know what it was waiting for, just that it was out there waiting, hovering, stalking. Always there making it hard to sleep, to go outside. It became a huge struggle of screaming and crying to get her to places before the age of five. Her parents believed it was her being stubborn and did all kinds of things to break her of it. Nothing helped; not the drugs, not the therapy, not the discipline, not the love. In the end it was Ezra who helped the most. And he was her secret.
Her family' s house was set on a lake, with a dock. They own the lake and the campground, park and trails. She was the youngest and they dragged her everywhere on their land and to their favorite place which was on the lake. The lake with its very deep, dark murky waters. The kind of lake, featured in happy vacation postcards wishing 'you were here', with the sun shining on the lake during the day. The kind of lake associated with summer days and fireflies seen as magical fairies skirting along the ground. This wasn't how EE had ever seen the lake.
For her it was the kind of lake featured in all those stories and movies about creepy lakes with scary things going on in and around them, with things lurking in the depths. EE was the only one to see how the lake was truly and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get anyone else to see it. And for a long time, she was all alone with her fear.
It was during this time Ezra began to talk to her more and more, explaining what was going on in the lake. EE knew Ezra had been there deep in her soul, so she was never alone. When he began to talk, EE felt a weight left, a loneliness she hadn't known was there. His presence let her know he understood and he knew what was happening. By the time she was nine, she realized he was the only one who loved and cared for her, the only one who listened.
While the pool isn't really large, not like the lake of her family home, it was deep, really deep, deeper than the lake ever was. She had measure it when she first started exploring this cave to make sure it was deep enough for it and the connection to the tunnels. As the rocks slide down with her feet here and there, she listened to Ezra as he counted down the steps. Even though the sounds in the cavern were low or almost non existence, there was the hum in her ears, Ezra's inner voice and her breathing. It was always almost like being in a trance. As the fear began to pound in her chest, causing the tingling to return. The sense of impending doom, the warning of it coming nearer.
When she lived at home, that sense of impending doom sat in her like lead, making her heavy and slow. She didn't even learn what it was till she was in college. The last time she ever tried to tell someone about her fear and the thing which caused it. Sadly that didn't pan out like she had hoped when she had spoken her secret and it wasn't even her worse secret. EE had many secrets, all of which tended to come to the surface down here by the pool, like ghosts skating across the water.
Now came the shortness of breath as the taste of water started to sit on her tongue and in her nose. As she descended, more physical and emotional symptoms began to start. She knew them all very intimately. She dragged her fear around as it stalked her in turn. Her parents knew she was scared, as she would shake at the sight, smell and even the sound of the lake. The lake which overwhelmed her 24 hours a day, every day. Pounding the need to run, flight and travel as far away as she could. Always just fluttering on the edge of flight. Eventually her whole life was by the time she was 17 just a bubble of never ending endless panic and anxiety attacks. She did her best in places away from the lake, like school.
EE picked a college to go to, one as far away from any large body water as she could find. She applied and was accepted to her never ending joy. Her parents had had a different idea of what her future would look like and forbid her to leave. They told her she was need for the family business, the business of the lake. They refused to pay for college, for her way there and to live out in the middle of the States in a safe place, a place it wouldn't be able to find her. A safe place for her and her parents stood in her way. They dared to stay in her way.
Now she was starting to feel the compression that came from being down underground. Pressure on the skin, on her eyes, in her ears and pressing on her bones. This sensation started with nausea, dizziness and sweating. Soon the foggy feeling in her thinking, where glimpses of things in the corner of her vision began to dart in and out. Ezra spoke to her louder now to drown out the fear, his voice couldn't keep the fear completely away, couldn't make the water safe. It always lingered there just in the back of her brain under the layer of Ezra.
IHere she had to stop for a moment to get her head for the next turn. Almost there, almost time, soon she would have the answers. She was sure this was the time, it was going to be on this trip, all of her answers would be answered. She pulled on the rope she had been holding to pull her package up behind her. It wiggled a bit but not as much as it had when they first started this journey down to the pool. Did it feel the water, did it feel the pressure, did it feel it down there waiting, like her and Ezra did?
When she got to college, everyone made her feel so welcome. Her, a poor child, whose whole family had drowned on their lake when an accident had occurred with the favorite house boat. How lucky but sad for her to be the only one to survive. Everyone had understood why she wanted to sell the family property and move someplace new and were very supportive to her.
The thing living in the pool had a song of the siren, a song which caused the fear to rise along her spine up along to her neck, causing shivers to arise on her arms. Giving the rope a tug she slides down the rest of the trail. Each step now becomes both agony and thrill. Even while she knew it was down there waiting for her, a part of her hoped it was gone. There was a deep part of her who also hoped it was still there, that fear if it wasn't...well that would say something else about her. EE could never figure out what she would do if at some point it failed to be there. While she always knew what to do when it was there.
Now EE was so close and she was trying hard not to think about what would be waiting for her, what Ezra knew about what was down there, what he had always known was down there. She felt a little wiggle on the rope, kind of amazed at the strength of the wiggle. If she wasn't so involved with her fear and moving through it, she would wonder about that.
When she was in college, EE had let herself get close to someone. A nice and cute someone who seemed interested in her. Sadly it was all a lie. Telling her, her fear was only in her head. Not in the water, not in the lake, not in the pool but in her head. Ezra had warned her, even as the someone was telling her Ezra didn't exist. Only Ezra understood, thankfully there had only ever been Ezra, always only be Ezra.
Now surrounded by darkness with just her little light, she looked out over the darkness of the pool. EE dropped the rope, listening to the little wiggles on the rocky shore. She walked to the right sideways to keep her eye on the moving water, watching a fin slice ever so slowly up through water. A movement which made her fear to jump, her heart to pulse in her throat. EE had read once underground lakes were filled with clear water but not this one, it was black, black as sin, black as her heart, black of the deep dark. Only the fin was different, the fin was light gray like smoke. Sometimes it seemed like smoke, almost not there, till Ezra told her to look closer..
That one someone who she had kind of hoped would be her someone special showed her the way. How to lure her fear out, how to get her fear to become solid. She and that someone, her lover to be took a ride to a lake. A lake which was going to be their special place. A lake with a promise, a someone promise to help with the fear. Someone had help bring the fear out and was now forever in the lake. Showing EE how to have other someone(s) help her with it, down here in the pool. That thing, the it which was so hard to see even while she knew as its victim, it was haunting her.
EE reached down and pulled up a rope attached to a spike in the ground, she pulled the rope to her, as it swam in and out pushing on the rope, causing her fear to spike with each pull and drag. She really believed it could be heard fear echoing in the chamber. As the first body bouncing on the rope came to shore, she saw its mouth move. Grasping for breath with a moan. Most of its skin was slough off due to water exposure. She checked its waist bag. A waterproof bag containing a small pump with a small tube coming out of it to be inserted into the thing's belly button. The pump pushed food and water into the body, keeping it alive as long as it could stay in the water. She pulled more of the rope to the shore ignoring the pull from the thing skulking in the water. It rarely came close to the shore, just waiting for her to put the bodies back into the water. It was the bodies which kept it here in the pool.
Without turning away from the pool, she reached down to the bag at her feet to pull out the new bait. EE with Ezra's help had learned to cut off limbs so someones would be easy to transport. The older bodies still out in the pool, didn't realize how important they were to her research. How important it was to know what the thing nearly blinding her with fear. was.
EE stepped back, not taking her eyes off the fin. It seemed like there was more showing this time around. She wasn't sure if she could deal with more of it. She knew what it truly look like in her mind and didn't want to see it in the real world. So very big, so many teeth, so powerful. Always there, always waiting, swimming and circling, waiting for her and Ezra to be unaware. Reaching down to get a new pump, she heard Ezra shout as she took her eyes off the water for just a second and as she turned, she saw Ezra within the big gaping hole of a throat ringed with fangs and .........
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Elements
As dawn lit up the edges of the Otherlands, Ninhil, breathtaking beauty of darkness, squatted at the edge of the Pond; the frozen edge. Just as light crested the horizon, xir wings unfurled with a force sweeping across the earth behind xem causing dirt mixed with flakes of snow to swirl in mini spirals upward. The movement left a tremor in the ground, also seen in small ripples under the ice in the Pond. Ninhil left xir wings out, feathers fanning currents in the air of the Otherlands. If there were witnesses of Ninhil's daily routine, their breath would be taken away by Ninhil's beauty. Beauty, cold and dark, leaving an impression in one's mind, similar to the feeling created from seeing the Pond.
Most visitors thought it was a lake as it was a bit larger than the ideal size of a normal pond. Especially compared to the other water bodies in Otherlands, the Pond was large. What most of the inhabitants of the Otherlands didn't know, the Pond was the source of Water energy in this realm. It was the creation of the Pond and the energies used which spurred the creation of the rest of the realm. And based on the creation and the creators, the Pond was a two-sided coin. Frozen was the Pond on the Winter Lands side while the other side was the perfect summer day at the pond, complete with water lilies, dragonflies, fairies, and other water creatures.
Ninhil stood up and began to walk out on the hard, frozen Pond, xir mind wandering a bit. When the Pond was created, the creators didn't try to divide the realm. Somehow the lands did that all by themselves. And this caused beings to be confused by the Otherlands. They viewed Summer Lands as the land of warmth and joy, while the Winter Lands were of cold and fear. The center of each land was as the words and ideas implied, but as is the nature of all things – Nothing is as it seems, ever. In all of existence in this realm and others: chaos and order stood separate and entwined. Just as Ninhil and xir siblings were bits of both their creators; Chaos and Order.
Ninhil placed xir hand on the frozen cover of the Pond where shallow water meets the deeper water, to create a layer of clear light blue over a deeper dark background. The top layer reflected everything in truth except for Ninhil. The face staring back was the one others saw. A surreal image of outstanding beauty creating a classical face of an ethereal form. Eyes twinkled with sparks, reminding one of their first love's glance. A mouth leaking promises of blessing. All framed with hair looking so soft, beings yearn to reach out to touch it when Ninhil passes by, though few would ever try. Ninhil's anatomy moved in a way to prompt desire and destruction. All of xir essence both attracts and propels others. Moving them in ways, like a leaf in the wind, or water.
Looking down at the Pond, Ninhil knelt on one knee. The ice was cold, deep bitter cold with the soft silk sheer of the very top layer. As xe spread out xir hand, keeping it as flat as possible so Ninhil's energy could feel and move below the surface. Ninhil sends a bit of xirself down through the ice to the water levels of the Pond. As it traveled through the whole Pond, xir wings shifted from the beautiful obsidian feather wings to the true jagged bone, so thin it seemed like black smoke twisted to create a shape. As xe poured xirself into the Pond, into the bits which made up the water. Ninhil's elder self emerged.
Before any of the Otherlands were created, chaos and order only existed, swirling, battling, layering in the now and nowhere space. For a moment, time stopped and the battle ceased; and four beings emerged. Beings of magic, chaos, and order. Beings created with all, with nothing, and with no purpose. Non-sexed, raw material waiting to become something more. Ninhil was first pulling in pieces of molecules, bits of things creating motion, temperature, and touch. Ninhil created xirself with a body and pinions to allow xem to fly and control air, stellar winds, solar winds, and gaseous winds. Ninhil was just Air till other creations gave names, titles, and power.
From the maelstrom emerged xem siblings: Kimbazi came next, pulling bits of air to create water, in its many different forms. Water is the binding of all, slowly becoming the most powerful essence of existence. It flows through all, except Ninhil, Kimbazi through water became connected to all. Upon self-awareness, this caused ecstasy, despair, and agony within her. It drove Kimbazi insane and she was lost in the Otherlands. Merging back and forth from one form to another till Kimbazi settled as a creature of deep and dark, cold and dying. Kimbazi, the mother of all water creatures, the great Leviathan.
Following Kimbazi came the Twins, joined together in soul and matter. Only to eventually separate. Together they created worlds, systems of matter pushed together and connected by water. Oya, bearer of fire; fire both life and death, creation and destruction, protector of Ki. Ki, the being of soil, rock, and nature. Of them all, Ki was the most stable, compassionate, and creative. And Ki enjoyed all of their creations. These were Ninhil's siblings: Kimbazi, Oya, and Ki. Ninhil knew where Oya and Ki were but not Kimbazi, who xe had been searching for since the creations of the Otherlands.
The Otherlands were the first creation made, as their home. A place filled with substance, space, and imagination. Ninhil and xir siblings as they lived through time, created many different beings who also became powerful, almost as powerful as their creators. Then Kimbazi created mortals (beings of lesser powers and lifespans) causing the Otherlands to become all beings' refuge as mortals became too powerful. These beings began to create little kingdoms filled with those beings who wanted each of their worlds to stay the same forever. Still, there had been no warning that the mortals would be the bane of all.
Slip Borders, upon the Pond, were created allowing travel between realms. This is why Ninhil showed up here at the same time every day. The Pond was the conduit between the Otherlands and all of the realms Many immortal beings found living in realms with mortals excruciating, Kimbazi most of all thus why she fled the realms and went into hiding. And why Ninhil was now searching for her.
Ninhil's wings spread out as if to take off as xe sent xirself out through the Pond of the Otherlands. Unknown to all of the inhabitants of the Otherlands; the Pond was the heart of the Otherlands. Ninhail believed Kmbazi was here in the Pond down deep in the deepest parts, parts deeper than any other place in the Otherlands. The Pond fed into the ocean, the ocean where most of all the Otherlands water beings lived. Many of them were the oldest and the most powerful beings in the Otherlands. The truth though was the Pond was where the most fearsome and destructive legends resided.
As Ninhil shot more of xir energy into the Pond, feathers of iridescent black appeared on xir legs, traveling down to xir feet. Feet which quickly became cloven hoofs, dark and shiny. More energy leaving Ninhil's body to flow into the water stream of the Otherlands. A little more and scales of the same color emerged on xir torso layering up to xir neck and down to xir hips. Next came a leather-textured skin from Ninhil's shoulders to xir hands and out to ebony nails. Ninhail was black of space, blue black of the sky at the witching hour. One last push of energy leaves xir body to reveal xir head of smooth texture skin, oval eyes of blinding white similar to snow reflecting the sun. Silken substances, quickly like a line of lit gunpowder, moved to form long threads twisted into silver braids flowing in between xir curved horns down Ninhil's back. As xe pushed one last time, xir hair lifted to float with energy crackling, causing xir whole being to leave off the ice just a bit and shimmer with sparks.
Ninhil felt and saw xir energy run through the ice to the water and onto the earth of the Otherlands to carry bits of xem through all the parts of the water, land, and air. No sign of Kimbazi. Not a wave, not a current, not a tear, or even an echo of a shadow. Not one molecule of water had Kimbazi's scent. With a small sigh. Ninhil straightened up, looked to the sky, stretched back xir arms, took a deep breath in and on the out-breath, and in one flash changed back to a mortal disguise. This time xe chose a human woman with long black hair, a heart-shaped face, and no wings. A way to move through the realms, unseen as just another woman walking through the world.
Ninhil knew it was time to do the "thing", something xe had been putting off for so long. Xe would have to go to their birthplace and see if there was some kind of echo, a piece, just a little sliver of power belonging to Kimbazi. For Ninhil was sure, Kimbazi had decided to rebirth herself, to lose herself in the mortal realms to find some balance or reason for her existence. And if she couldn't, then to destroy every single thing including herself; as vengeance for the pain which was created from her being forced to exist at all.
Many believed fire and earth to be more powerful than water but the only thing more powerful than water was air. Air could use both fire and earth to subdue water. Things could not live without water or air while water didn't exist without air. Air bonded everything together forever.
Looking into the Pond, Ninhil moved the current below the frozen surface to bring up faces of beings living in the deepest depth of the Pond, seeing in their eyes the truth many beings refused to see, a war was about to occur. A family war to stop a greater war, A war between loves to save the Otherlands. Air would sweep through the currents of the Pond to the currents of all realms to stop the flood of despair and the wave of destruction water was beginning to bring.
Ninhall turned to look back towards the center of the Winter Lands, there was where xir heart was. where xir home was. Ninhil stared at that direction for one last long look then turned swiftly back to the center of the Pond. Xe stepped on the frozen Pond and felt the air in the ice reach towards xem. Ninhil pulled air along with xem and began to walk towards the Slip Border, as iced air swirled around xem, to follow Ninhil. As the air left the water, more water reached out to hold the air close, to freeze it, to imprison it. For one brief moment, all the energy froze, like the Pond, to show a land without energy, a plain land with a plain pond. No ice, no wind, no battling, and then all came back as the Slip Border opened up. Once more the Pond was frozen on one side and smooth, clear water on the other. That was the vision in Ninhil's head as she slipped out of the Otherlands through the Slip Border.
Rat Bastard
This is my final draft of this story.
“Rat Bastard must die!” screamed at him. “Why? You ask, Yes I can see it in your eyes, the question, why? I will tell you because it is why you are here, isn’t it. In the end it is the why which brings them all.” There is a pause and then with a whisper it begins.
“As you may have perceived this is one insane tale. A tale to cause you to walk away in shock, to be appalled or you may laugh your ass off….LMAO kind of tale. No matter what you feel, the tale will make you wonder and slowly eat at you as it echoes in your head. That I can promise.” spoke the voice from behind the stringy, dirty matted hair. There was a brief pause and louder came the voice once more.
“Think of it as a modern fairy tale, and that Rat Bastard" the voice pushes the word out like a bullet. "is the villain, the evil one. Remember, if you forget all else, he must pay for his crimes. Dismemberment or castration may be an option.” The last sentence is spoken in kind of an off-handed , light hearted tone and a chuckle making his groin tighten.
“I can see in your brain, if that Rat Bastard is the bad guy than who is the hero of the tale?" The knotted hair remind him of mop strings bobs up and down in a nod of agreement as if the voice was talking to an audience. The answer that came wasn't one he was ready for but the voice seemed sure. " I am the hero, geeesh…. or maybe..."" The voice paused and the head cocked to the side as if listening and then with a shrug of the shoulders it continued. "you are and I am the ditsy damsel in distressed.“
Head tilting to allow one eye to peer out at him from under tangled, dirty hair. A clear, clean eye without the trace of madness the voice and body had. He would have never guessed just by looking at her, she was a she, if he didn't have her history in front of him.
“Maybe you are here to save me from the Rat Bastard who has taken everything from me. Shaking your head won’t deny the signs saying it is a possibility.” Suddenly he gets the whole view of her face as the hair is flung back and the glee on it startles him. Its expression gave one the impression of hands rubbing together to represent evil plans afoot causing him to shift in his seat. A part of him, is thinking maybe this wasn’t such a great idea but it was too late to stop now. Instead he smiles a weak smile at the bright blue (like the blue sky on a nice day) eyes which are staring at him to encourage her to continue.
Instead the face is blank and staring past him as the voice begins to drone on, “Damn Rat Bastard torments me with his power at every turn I make, with every face I meet and with every choice I contemplate. Can you guess why?” It seemed a genuine question, so he shook his head because for the life of him couldn’t imagine why anyone, even a Rat Bastard would bother with this broken human in front of him.
“Because” came out as a shriek and the bonny feet encrusted with dirt and other matter too gross to think about came down hard on the stone floor with a slap to enunciate the word..
As she stood up, he found thoughts popping up in his head. ' Why were her feet so dirty? What kind of place was this?, which treated a guest so shamefully?' so preoccupied by his thoughts, he didn't register how fast she had approached him, until her hot breath, nasty smelling breath was in his face. Out with the breath came a very soft, almost caressing voice “it is easy to target those who believe truth and justice will always win. Just as it is easy to hurt those who can not fight back.”
When he doesn't say anything, frozen by the closeness, the female begins to pace in front of him. Arms becoming wild with the cadence of her voice.
“Come on dude" the word is drawn out as is common in its slang form "think of it. The world is in love with fairy tales and what better story is there than a princess who had it all changes into the wicked witch hated by all. Seemingly for no reason, magically like. But I did have a reason." Here she stops for a moment, frozen, paused in time and then right back to the pacing only with more determination, more feeling, body moving out of control. "Who are the masses, the gullible masses, going to believe? Wicked Witch or Mr Good Citizen (Rat Bastard, snarls the voice in a whisper of a nasty, sneering manner, only to jump back to the tone used before) who gives his money away to make the world a better place.” with each word after Rat Bastard, her voice punches with sound. Part of him wonders at the telling, like would it have been spoken whether or not there was an audience like a story in her head.
She spins around so hard, he fears she will fall down and he almost stands to catch her, but settles back on the edge of his seat instead. Facing him once more, chest heaving she says. " Some wonder at his generosity, how he gives so much. No one stops him as he gives to the city our glorious city, the city of dreams, more money than anyone else. He throws money away to help the poor, the crazy, and the lost and lonely children." Here her body language takes on the anger her voice was broadcasting, becoming stiff and rigid in its movements.
Fire in her voice speaks on "Children he welcomes into his homes with a glass smile and trust; only to, as the Rat Bastard (spitting out the word with drool in that evil voice the one which causes him to be worried about his own safety.) eats them whole. He is hailed a hero and the masses listen to him like he is a god, unknowing the evil he is performing. He disguised his lies as truths using a glamor wrapped up in his actions, thoughts and words with gold. Gold, wanted by his peers as they gleefully and greedily look away from the evil deeds. Saying to themselves, 'besides the only ones he hurts are the unwanted ones, the poor, the lost and the crazed ones.' Who would believe them, no one ......... (a pause comes after the rush of words and he finds himself waiting anxiously for the end of the sentence. (no one but who? ) .…except me.” The words pull out of her like a sigh of defeat.
He witnesses a change in her movements and hears the disgust and pity in the voice as she stands taller to look away from him. “He has changed our city into a city of opportunity where the dollar is the persuader of truth and justice. Many scrabble to be in his path for the rewards he rains upon his loyal servants. NO ONE is immune to his sway, not the police, teachers, social workers and/or our most holy ones. They have given him the key to the city and he owns them all." a sigh comes out with the word "Rat Bastard” The word echoes with the force of her hate and disgust. The hate is a living force causing him to doubt she will remember why he is here. He tries to make himself small while conveying understanding. The problem is he isn't here to help her like she thinks but to help himself. He feels like those she holds in contempt.
She looks to the ceiling and begins to scream causing a voice to shout at her from beyond the room. As she rambles, he desperately tries to write it all down, to remember what is being said. He hopes she will calm down so he can catch up.
"Rat Bastard has to die. Who will kill the Rat Bastard? Who will do the justice?
All of a sudden she drops to her knees and reaches out with her hands to rest on his knees.He is shocked, so much so he stops writing. If he was anywhere else, the gesture would be considered almost sexual, instead he thinks of someone in a desperate need, pleading for help, almost a slave posture to request something from him, to beg something from him..
Head bowed and in a voice coated in sobs she speaks slower and with a youthful sound of despair. “And the princess tries to save the lost ones by telling any and all about the lies, about the real truths. About the corruption and the pain the Rat Bastard is causing.” Slowly she looks up, tilting her head all the way back so that he can see her eyes, those red rimmed eyes crusted with mucus and leaking with tears, a steady stream of tears following well worn tracks down her face. A face which has seen a lot of tears.
“The princess was once a beautiful young intern who was given a dream, a dream of working with the glorious savior of our fair city”! In a choking sob so softly he is unsure if she spoke or just cried the word, "Rat Bastard" again. Tears became a steady stream as she continued her voice painting a picture with its soulful sound. “She, his princess, and as such this princess believed in him, in his word, in his charm and eventually his love. She carried his secrets for him to keep him pure to the world. She kept them close in her special locket above her heart. She wrapped his lies into her own with love.” She stopped and all he could hear was soft sobbing.
As her voice weaved the story, he began to see her differently, to see the person behind the abused and tortured body, to the soul trapped within. How many times had she told herself this story and how many times had she sat in this cold, sterile room crying out the wrongness of it to all and any who might hear as they passed by. He felt like he was her only warmth. Reaching out without intending to, he was surprised at how soft her face felt under his fingertips.
As she turned her face to be cupped by his hand, he was at war with the feelings she was arousing. He hadn’t expected this reaction when he agreed to come here. At the most he figured he would write a report of what happened. Cold and hard facts. Nothing more. Now he understood the story wasn’t finished because this wasn’t just a story of betrayal or rejection as others had told it but of an injustice done to all, not to just this lady, this princess..this angel.
He waited and wondered. Her inner soul was slowly changing her outward appearance; the wicked witch was becoming the princess once more. He heard her take a deep breath and then in a beautiful voice not heard before, a princess, no, an angel like voice belonging to one so beautiful it would be hard to look upon her, the story continued,
"The Princess was charmed by the Rat Bastard." It was a voice which spoke to him, making him crave the ability to go back in time and be the champion she needed and wanted. To be with her, to be loved and admired by her. To save her and the city. Instead he bowed his head down to share in her sorrow.
“Can you guess what happened to the princess when she found out the one truth which no one was to know. Can you guess what happens when Justice becomes more important than Love. Can you guess what that Rat Bastard (the word was screamed in the harsh voice belonging to the ragged, broken angel of death before him) did to her.”
He could guess and it made him weep to see the result.
She pushed herself away from him and began to raced back and forth from him to the bed, than back to him then to the door pulling on the doorknob which clearly wouldn’t yield to her even as she pulled with all her soul. Finally only when the disembodied voice rang out again did she return to him to collapse near his feet once again.
Weeping and looking at him pleadingly “Are we all not told to do the right thing. Are we not told, 'that truth will win out and justice will be done'. Looking up at him while curled around his feet, hitting her chest above her heart, he could see both the princess and the witch watching him from her eyes.
"That Rat Bastard told me, 'I was naive and I would be the one to pay if I tried to tell anyone.” Sobbing, she covers her head. And in a split second without any warning she threw back her head on to the floor with a thud and laughed a hard sharp laughter filled with sharp edges cutting through his head and heart. Thumping the back of her head hard on the floor until he was sure it would break open, she shouted out each word. “HE.” thump “WAS” thump “RIGHT!”
All of sudden the door opened up and two large males in white came in and started to pick her up but she sat up and held her hands out. “I am ok,…..I will behave……one more chance please…….I need one more chance to tell him the end. Please!” All this came out while one man tilted her head, not nicely but in a manner as if she was an object to check for damage. With a nod to his partner, the two men turned around to walk out, but before the door was closed, that same man turned to him and said “The doctor said if you upset her, you have to leave.” Looking at the patient then back at him, the man said "One last chance, then you are out.” The words came out in a growl to cause fear. But to whom were the words for? The door closed and he was alone with her again.
“I am sorry, I get very upset talking about the Rat Bastard.” Spit dribbled down her face as she spoke the name even though the sound used was soft. She sat all hunched over in a lump and he heard her soft, soulful voice, "Do you want to know the end of the story?”
She looked at her hands in her lap and once again began to cry. “I was cursed, you see. All my power was taken away and no one would believe me after that." In her witch voice filled with venom she said, "That Rat Bastard is still out there and …and I am still here, with no power except in telling my story." Looking up with those haunting eyes she continues "Somewhere there is the wizard, or fairy with the power to take away the glamor to show the world the real truth. A being so powerful she... " She looked straight at him with a knowing look. "Will he be able to give some power back to one of them either the princess or the witch?"
He was shocked and awed by the power behind her smile as she looked up at him. "Yes, I can see you are the one." And he was struck by the full force of her power of both her love and justice pouring into him and knew as well as he knew his name nothing in this world would stop him from helping her.
She must have known it as well because a transformation took place and was bathed in her inner light as it burst out of her, a light so bright it hurt to look upon her. She knelt next to him and whispered all the information and details which would give him the power to do justice in her name. He was the hero of this story and his quest was to punish the Rat Bastard. She laid her lips softly on his and filled him with the power of Justice.
In noteworthy news today. Billionaire James Clearvale is being charged with child molestation and pornography. For many who may remember, twenty years ago. Mr. Clearvale, who had been the Mayor of our city, was accused by his wife after her nervous breakdown. Here is the clip of the once beautiful Margret Clearvale once called the Princess of our city as she is being forcefully admitted into the hospital.
A beautiful lady is screaming at the top of her lungs as hospital staff try to bundle her off into the entrance. “You bastard, you will get yours. The world will know one day that you are a rat you truly are And you will pay." Her voice becomes harsher and harsh as she struggles to get away. "You Rat............You Bastard, I will laugh at your demise. You Rat Bastard. Rat Bastard Rat Bastard, Rat Bastard!!.” Screaming is slowly turned into muffled sobbing as she is moved inward. But the chant keeps going Rat Bastard, Rat Bastard, Rat Bastard. Over and over as she is hustled away from the world.
Mrs. Clearvale died early this morning from causes unknown. So no comment can be made about her husband's extra activities in all his Children Homes for lost and lonely children. This newscaster can only agree with her statement. What a Rat Bastard.
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