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Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Child: Entry 31


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The door within the elevator we were in opened up to reveal the floor that was on the other side of my metal coffin. I felt as if I had seen something like this before but nothing was for sure anymore. A big dark hallway led down the entire length that I could see and candles dimly lit the path.

I was still in shock from what Ville told me previously but Ville just shrugged it off and started to head down the hall. From where I sat I could see Ville only a few feet out before he just blended in with the darkness; I could only make out his silhouette whenever he passed a candle. 

He stopped at one point along the way to open a door, more light came out of the room and I was able to see Ville again. Ville turned and entered the room as I continued to lie in the so-called elevator. I sat in silence trying to accept everything that has happened. How could all of this happen? How could I not know of this till now? I held the cube in my hands on top of my lap staring at all of the mechanisms and craftwork that was involved in it. Gears started to move around within the box and not a single creak came from out of any corner of the box. 

It vibrated softly but it was enough to get my attention, it felt as if something was rolling back and forth from side to side inside the box. I could hear talking down the dark hallway; one of which was Ville. Both people that were talking raised their voices over one another to enrage all of the silence that filled the hall.

Ville peeked outside of the room he was in to look at me. He walked further out and—from what I can make out—folded his arms and looked directly at me, waiting for me to start to head down the hallway. Nothing else could happen with me sitting here so when I gained my composure and a little better grip on my sanity, I began down the hall.

A tingling traveled down my spine as I began my journey down the hall carrying the box in both of my hands in front of me. I felt like a priest of some new world order that worshipped boxes of mysterious origin. I felt consumed like something was inside of me, eating me inside out. This box, this box was something more than what it seemed to be. Ville seemed very interested in this, like it was the very reason why everything was happening.

It was. I couldn't deny it anymore. It was always a thought that roamed in the back of my head but there could be no other reason. Is this box the only thing that was keeping Ville from killing me? Is there even anyone I could trust? My grip on the box tightened. 

I had to keep a hold onto the box and never let it go to leave my sight if my life ever would be in danger. Greed overcame me and when I reached Ville he looked at me in a sorrowful way like some great self-pity towards me, I couldn't stand it.

'Emery. You look like you are going to kill someone, you look like anger have overcome you.' He may have been right, I may have looked that way but that is also how I felt.
    
'And what are you going to do about it Ville? Kill me?'

'I’m not going to do anything Emery, you can indulge yourself in the glory of that box as much as you want but I want you to understand that this box is nearly a literal living thing. It can think, it can corrupt. My dad can help explain this as long as you give us the time Emery.' I looked down to the box in my hands and although I couldn't see much, I felt I could see everything. I was able to close my eyes and see the box imprinted on the inside of my eyelids—I couldn't get the thought out of my head. It was just burning through my skull and more I thought about it, further it burned.

I tried to distance my thoughts to other things but the box kept appearing in my thoughts and before I knew it I felt a burning in my hands. I opened my eyes to look at the box and I was able to hear searing flesh. Smoke came from my hands and Ville noticed this immediately to run inside the room he was in previously to come out with a towel. He threw it over my hands and lifted it off to run it inside the room that we were by.  

Looking down to my hands I could see imprints of the box into my hands. The same emblem was on both hands and they only composed of six lines. Imagine a capital H but when stroking the horizontal line from right to leave it goes past the parallel lines and triples its length on the other end of this line begins an upside down right-angled triangle. The longer edge would be on the side facing the other two parallel lines becoming the same size as the other parallel lines up past the other side of the horizontal line. Here was another horizontal line connecting the left line of the H to the other line to make a square box.

Looking at it closer I imagined the main horizontal line to be split into three sections. From right to left putting everything in their third of the line was an H, a box on the top of the line and then a right angle on the bottom to end the line. 

I was looking at my hands as I entered in the room Ville and the mysterious other that he was talking to that I could only figure to be his father. This room was quite cramped due to many items being all over the walls and other items on and hanging from the ceiling but I didn't pay to much attention to these things because I was anxious to see Ville's father. I saw a brighter light than the one I was under, several feet in front of me in another room that was on the other side of the room that I was currently in. As I walked closer to that room, my gaze was still fixated on my hands; I could still feel the burning coming out from under my skin and sizzling away.

I walked my way through the way and into the other room to see both Ville's and his father's back to me looking over a bright table with several lights over head it but pointing down to create a small central point of light. I looked up and around the room to see symbols—the same of which being on my hands—being written in ever corner and wall within the room. I got both individuals attention when I stopped suddenly in astonishment to see the room I was in. They began to raise their heads and I was able to make out the last words Ville's father said to his son.

'I am happy to see you again in a very fit shape but I am sure your mother expected you to return in a body bag.'



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