I once had a dream that we were equals. When I awoke, and reality sank in, I could feel you slipping further and further away from me.
Colton Bryan, I felt our connection for just a fraction of a second before losing you again.
Fear not; I will allow you back up just close enough for me to bat you away like the disease carrying fly you are.
SCENE 3 - FOND DEALINGS WITH MEMORY'S KINSHIP
Mr. Rood wasn't just any ordinary taxi driver.
"Yeah I'll get the shit where it's got to go. Anybody tries anything with me and they'll be full o' lead faster than you can say ball gag."
His words always flattering. He accepts the item and the funds. His new client had invited him into his luxurious mansion and treated him like royalty. Mr. Rood had no intentions of disappointing his client.
"Don't you worry about a thing. I'll be coming to collect the rest of that money tomorrow at noon sharp!"
The agreement of course saw half pay now, half after completion. Mr. Rood knew he'd get the job done and had no problem coming back for the rest tomorrow. Before he walks out of his client's home office, complete with a lit fireplace and several rows of books along the walls, the client mentions one final detail............. "There's a chance you'll lose your soul on this job, Rood. If you're a religious man, I'd give my soul to the lord before setting off to make that delivery. You never know what can happen when you're dealing with unseen forces."
Grandpa takes a sip of water and continues
The last time I saw Mr. Rood was the night of that delivery. After he picked up the item he stopped over at my place for a drink to celebrate the hefty payout he was seeing as a result of that particular job. When he told me what exactly that job was, I couldn't believe what I was hearing - $10,000 just to deliver a tiny stone statue to a man in Venice Beach, California? We were already in Tucson Arizona so it's not even like he had to go all that far on this job. He never actually showed me the statue; it was out in his car and we were inside, already more concerned with drinking like fishes. I know he did tell me at one point that he was bringing extra protection with him for this trip though. He joked that he feels like he's about to become a hunted animal for as long as he's got that miniature statue in his possession - in retrospect, maybe he wasn't joking as much as I thought and he probably hoped he was.
"What was Mr. Rood's first name?"
His name was Rallec, and he was the most beautiful man I'd ever known.
"Do you think you'll ever see him again?"
I wish I could say yes to that question but without knowing more about that job he went on, I have to assume the worst. He and I had big plans together. We were going to rule the world......but instead I met your grandmother and had a bunch of babies. I often wonder what could have been if I didn't waste my life populating the Earth?
"But Grandpa! We wouldn't be here if you didn't do that!"
Oh, ha, ha, ha! You know I'm pulling your leg. I don't wish you were dead; not at all... My only wish is that I could go back in time to that day I saw my friend for the final time. I wish I could stop him from going, or maybe even go with him and make sure things go smoothly.
"What if your soul got swallowed just like your friend's, pappy?"
shock
that voice
too deep and abrupt
Why would you ever say such things? What's your major malfunction?
"But I didn't say it!"
it was true, in a way
The visual of my mind exploding at the revelation; that voice was an impostor?
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An Erotican Way Of Life awaits the new age of prosperity and passionless intercourse
An Imperial Way Of Ascension awaits the former age of omnipotent hybrid life
The numbers always pointed upward while arrows fell, arrows fell
A man by the name of Rood has placed us in this cell
I remember Mr. Rood very fondly
I am one with him
I am one
won
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SCENE 4 - EROTICUNT CONFESSIONALIST
I remember my meeting with Mr. Rood very clearly, like it was just yesterday. The package was delivered into my hands successfully, but there was a problem.....Mr. Rood was bleeding from the hip. Bullet wound. I offered to help him somehow but he refused and told me he had a strict deadline to meet, and that he'd be fine once he got to the hut. I wondered for a moment what that could mean when I thought his only business today was with me but I quickly discarded the thought. You must remember that I often associated with men who were on massive amounts of illegal narcotics at one time, so for all I knew of this Mr. Rood he could have been blown out of his mind and talking about going to Pizza Hut. Who was I to stop him or question him further? I am not a servant of man; I am no saint or do-gooder. I could have just as easily watched him bleed to death in front of me and my only concern would be who will clean the mess and dispose of the body?
Know me ~!~ Spikes adorn my arms; the blades on my shoulders and hands matching their justly presence but my shins have astonishingly scraped the most raw, human flesh. There's just something to be said about the feeling of turning somebody into a piece of grated meat with your shins - it's my drug; I greedily and vehemently admit to never coming close to having enough of it! Others call it a sickness or a disorder and when I agree when them, telling them I found the medicine, they call me a monster. What a world.....what a world...... They'll take your words and twist them around to make you the monster; to make the man wearing the spiked armor and helmet the freak of nature instead of themselves for creating a world that needs such beasts to exist to maintain its delicate balance. Colton Bryan and I will collide like two bulls on Monday in what they're referencing as an X-treme rules match; good for me...bad for Colton Bryan. If I believed Colton possessed the ability to hear words and understand questions, I would ask him only one thing: What will you do when I grab your face and rub it against my shin? Epically enough I do know the answer........ do YOU???
I should be there by noon tomorrow, no problem. Piece of cake.
This guy's out there.
Holy shit why am I bleeding?
.....everything else so blurry........
Why is it so loud down here?
Hello, ello, llo, lo, l○, oh, no, no, please. Get out of me!
Don't you worry about a thing. I'll be coming to collect the rest of that money tomorrow at n-n-noon sh-sh-sh-sharp.