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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Listening For That Sweet Tune-Chapter 10: The End Of Days Pt. 3

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The room that I walked into looked just like the tower when I first entered it—everything was white and green again. From where I was standing the room continued forward for a fairly long length and ended at a glass pane in which you could tell that where I was, was fairly high. The hall I was looking down was about ten feet wide. Large columns continued the entire length of the hall on both sides but looking around the columns you could see another hallway that looks just like the one I was looking down. This could have went on forever but I saw some movement in the corner of my eye to distract my curiosity. It was further down the hall near the window moving between the columns; I took a few steps in towards the window.   

There was bloody footprints on the ground again but now there was only one set of them. They led directly in front of me up to the window that ended the hall I was in. They did not stray, they were not smeared, they were perfect in every way imaginable—it looked almost to perfect. I continued even with the undeniable fact that drew chills down my spine—the hall brought memories to my mind. Silent voices echoed through the hall though they were not legible. I grew still, listening, waiting, I was amoungst other people but I could not figure where.

I stood in my footsteps while closing my eyes, it felt that everything within the surrounding areas around me changed and wisped away to show me a skeleton of a new place. I thought of a church within my head and as the voices continued to echo, everything began to grow familiar to my mind. It appeared to me that I was sitting on an old wooden bench, leaning forward and a book between my two hands. I’ve never really thought about religion in the past but at this moment I appeared to be praying to some high and mighty being. I heard a little child talking to a younger woman, when I peeked for a second I saw that they were to my right looking at a statue of some kind. I felt eyes on me so I grew back to my previous position. The little child began to talk;

'But I don't understand, what is it that you are telling me to do?' The young woman responded.

'You need to surrender yourself. Give yourself to others and work as a mold in the mighty's hands.'

'I feel just fine as I am—'

'Listen to me! You want to be saved?' there was silence; I could only expect that the boy nodded. 'Then you need to give yourself to the greater good. Believe. Nothing bad can happen out of this. I love you and everyone else here does to. Be strong.' I heard the two of them walk away and I straightened out my back, sat up, then looked back to my right.

The room was enormous but dark. From where I was previously I didn’t even move an inch, I was just sitting now. Two rows of benches sat between the columns leaving ample enough space between each object. Some of the columns now were statues, all of them looked different but the one to my right struck a fairly foliage look within my mind. It was some black stone spire that I had seen several times previously. The black vines still continued to float out of it like times previously but they were also made out of stone—this was just a replica.

I looked around me to see several other visitors praying or even meditating as well. I took a few deep breaths and stood up to approach the spire to look at it in more depth. It sat up on a square pedestal that raised it about a few feet from the ground. Looking closer at it I noticed that there were many engravings carved into it though none looked familiar to me. A little piece of paper sat on the pedestal in front of the spire; I had to get closer in order to read it.

'If one truly wishes to become limitless, wear the mask of death. For centuries the Coram Morte has adopted this motto. Through this they have become something different and a powerful set of people.'

I looked back up to the spire perplexed about what all this could have meant.

'Thank you for joining the service brothers!' Yelled a man from what I could figure to be a clergy member.

'There is a young member we have that is willing to make his final step to the end! Such a rare sight to see that lies within a young man.' I turned to my left to see that the man was on top of a rather large podium that sat in front of the window that viewed down to the vacant city that I have settled in. Everyone around me began to raise their heads and drew their attention to the clergy member. He was rather old with several wrinkles all over his face but it seemed that he held his age very well. Even though he was lacking a head of hair, there was a youthly feel in his person. He stood in long back and red robes that covered all of his body and several objects hung from his neck; he waved to someone off stage, 'Come over here young man.' The small boy that was talking next to me not to long ago appeared on the stage and stood in front of the man. He put his hands on the shoulders of him and began to speak. 

'What a glorious day to become whole and glow in the eyes of others!' He lowered his head to the ear of the boy and he nodded seconds later. Behind the clergy member and in front of the window was a large stone slab, the boy began to lie on it and a twist started in my stomach. As the clergy member walked to the other side of the slab so he could face the audience, the audience then stood up and watched intently. 

The man reached into his robes to take out a large porcelain mask that was hanging from his neck and placed it on his face. The boy looked fearless, he knew what was going to happen to him but with the facial expression on his face, he looked like he was ready for anything. A knife rose above the young man and all of my speculations were coming true--they were going to kill this boy in the name of some kind of greater good. I sprung away from the statue I was standing next to and began to run towards the boy. 

I turned through the benches to put myself through the middle aisle and I ran forward as fast as I could yell for this to stop. I felt eyes looking at me from every direction but no one turned their heads towards me like I wasn't there at all. Everything played slowly; if felt as if something was holding me back because before I was able to make a dozen steps, the action was already performed. The boy began chocking on his own blood and the knife was raised into the air again throwing blood into the audience and the window behind him.

The man continued again and again as I continued to push myself forward. Everything was done; there was nothing I could do. The man raised his knife one more time but then everything froze around me. I looked down to the boy to see his bodily cavity ripped wide open but coming out was a glow—a black glow. It acted as if it was natural light but it was far from it. Along with the dark glow I saw the black vines again—they were suspended in animation as well as everything else. It crawled out and on top of his skin and into the air like it was a tree. I fell to my knees in front of him crying and confused; nothing could be explained to me but I guess I could accept that now. I heard someone call my name and I looked around to see who it was but nothing could be seen that wasn't there before. More whispers came out and I recognized that it was Serenity's voice.

'Open your eyes Ben, we need to talk.' I looked around again but I couldn't see her. She then whispered in my ear, I could tell she was in front of me but I couldn't see anything. 'Open your eyes Ben.' I don't know what happened but I opened my eyes to see me sitting in front of the window of the vacant hallways. Serenity was now walking away from me to stand directly in front and to look out of the window. She was wearing a small white dress that fit around her body perfectly but as I looked down to her feet, blood trickled down her legs and onto the floor. I looked behind me to see that this was the same blood trail I was following before. The dancing couple twisted and turned in-between the pillars and hallways—they were happy.

'Ben. I never thought it would come this way. We've known each other for so long and I'm sorry to say this but you have to leave. Live your own life without me, it has to happen Ben. Get out Ben. GET OUT!' She then turned around to face me and I was shocked. Various cuts up and down her cheeks, her arms, her chest and even her legs. I rushed back up to my feet to walk closer to her.

'What’s going on Serenity? Where are we, what's happening?'

'This isn't real Ben! Life as we know it is becoming more of an illusion everyday and it's all my fault!'

'Serenity, tell me what is—' she interrupted me.
'I shouldn't even be allowed to think like this! If only you knew Ben! All the hell I have been through. All of these images popping into my sight and making me dream of horrible things! I've killed children Ben! I made sure that they suffered and I only smile in return! You need to get out and away from me Ben just please!' I walked a few more steps closer.

'Let me help you Serenity! Just tell me what's going on!' From all of the things that felt like chaos swirling between us died down. Like a hurricane drifting out and joining the rest of the calmness of the air around it. Serenity smiled at me and looked directly into my eyes—she was beautiful and I could only feel a close attachment to her. I felt through the way that she was looking at me, she felt exactly the same. She began to walk towards me in some elegant mince, swaying her hips and parading her body. She truly began to turn into such a beauty that even her cuts all over her body began to look attractive. 

Pushing her body up against me, she placed one hand on my chest and the other on my neck. Tilting my head towards hers she began to whisper in my ear.

'I've never seen this side of you before Ben. Acting all tough and becoming the man in this relationship; I kind of like it. She put both of her hands on either side of my head and tilted it down so I could look down at her. She was standing on the bare footed tip of her toes just so she could reach up to my face. Looking directly into my eyes she began to speak again. 'So do you know what I really want you to do Ben?'

'What?' I asked. Immediately I felt regret in my bones and my heart accelerated. Her pupils dilated to great proportions and I saw something of the devil within her gaze. 

'The only thing that I want you to do Ben is—' She stopped mid sentence and gave a look to me as if I knew exactly what she was going to say and in a way I guess I did but there was no way I could react fast enough. ' I want you to, GET THE HELL OUT!' She screamed on the top of her lungs and pushed me backwards to begin digging her thumbs into my eye sockets. My body just fell down to the floor and I began to loose my sight slowly. The last thing I saw was that smile, that devilish smile that could kill millions. I could have died and I really might have but I could still feel air flow through my lungs and my pain disappeared, this is only a dream.

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