Oh dear, I, I don't think this is how the story is supposed to go. Porter was supposed to stay there. At least that's what I heard. At least that's what I thought I heard. So Porter is going with the rest of them to Casino Park. I'm not sure how he'll get out of this one. After all The World and The Devil are no slouches, though they may not be the only ones there. Ahem. Back to the tale, I am sorry for my interruption. Oh wait, a small bit of information for you my dear readers: Neither The World nor The Devil are Fears in your term but rather incomplete entities. The World is the hunger for power given life by the entrapment of Strength and The Hanged Man. The Devil is unknown even to me, only the Writer and this world's personal God know. I wouldn't wish to anyway. Knowing would be a sin.
So Porter goes with a few Minor Arcana and a dozens that will not breathe long enough to even be considered. Some will die and other will not live. There really is no grand ending to this chapter is there?
"Let's play Russian Roulette with human life" The Devil muttered as she waited their arrival.
The World did not quite agree with that but his opinion did not matter they said. And the two drank to the game of ChesS.
Porter was sent to board a fairly crowded armored bus. The fact that the others had neglected was that Porter was terrified of small spaces after the long time encaged in The City with a voice of mortar and the soul of a man who's name I have forgotten. It doesn't matter. Porter was not willing to board the bus with all those other people. The Ace of Cups was not very pleased with the human it had chosen failing on the very first second. With a smile and a laugh he told Porter that they could take the other one, the very feeble, fragile one with windows partially smashed in. Porter to The Ace's surprise was quite willing to take it. Porter himself wanted to survive yes but he had to go and the crowded one was to easy to choke in. So Porter and The Ace of Cups took the broken one, much to Mercury's displeasure and Mars's amusement. Chatha didn't care if the human lived or died, after all he was taking the spotlight that he deserved away. Ambrose and Maxime thought nothing of it. They merely assumed that Porter was tech support or a magic user that focused on range. Ormr found this curious and decided that maybe the broken bus was better and volunteered to chaperon them. He was denied. Nuri found this unusual but disregarded it. Ansila tried to convince Mercury that he ought to let him on the broken bus. Mercury not knowing the intentions denied his request as well. Ageal watched the scene with peaked interest, after all no one has rode on that bus since the accident with Calalverie. The others really had no opinion on the matter, and even if they did they neglected to express them in any coherent matter.
So they set off, The Ace of Cups and Porter in the broken bus and the rest in the other. Halfway there the bus broke down in a whimpering way. The other barreled ahead without care. The broken bus was discarded on the end.
"So what now eh?" The Ace asked Porter with a tone that indicated blame.
"We walk." Porter suggested with the monotone and scratchy voice that will last a lifetime.
"No!" The Ace of Cups giggled before grabbing tightly onto Porter's wrist. "We'll get a ride! You'll have to get in a small place, kay?"
"No actually not okay. Who are you to tell me that I have to do something? I didn't ask to be here."
"Listen if you don't come with me you'll die."
"Die? I'll choke in there. Small spaces equal entrapment and death."
The Ace of Cups thought about this for a while. He thought until an idea struck like a lightning bolt from the eye of the storm. It wasn't a very good idea but it was an idea. The Ace decided he was going to comfort the hero.
"If you get trapped anywhere ever again I promise I'll shoot you in the face." The Ace supplies.
Porter stared at him for a minute before setting off on his own.
"Wait! We have to get into a car or a truck because Casino Park is where Las Vegas used to be and we're in the former Texas!" The Ace of Cups brought up.
Morgan Porter thought nothing of it.
"Can't we walk?" He asked.
By now The Ace of Cups was twitching. After all our hero has lived alone in the sixth circle of Hell for a decade, he can't remember the distance from Arizona to Texas. Be honest really, some people that haven't and live on either of those states don't.
"No Morgan, no we can not walk." The Ace of Cups smiled with that sugary sweet demeanour.
He was beginning to regret pushing Porter onto the group.
Porter blanked out for a moment.
"Is traveling in small spaces the only way to get there?" He asked.
"Actually no, I guess we could steal a motorcycle but who on Trash Heap has one of those anymore? There too expensive. And besides it's the mark of a gang, we'd get shot." The Ace mentioned.
Porter was having none of that. Sadly The Ace of Cups was correct, there would be no motorcycle for either of them. However a car did go past them. The Ace of Cups seeing this chance threw a rock at the car. It smashed through the window and hit the driver square in the face. Rather than dropping like a fly as was to be expected he stopped the car abruptly and stepped out. This man was having an awful day and thus decided to take it out on the fool that dared to pull this stunt on him. This man had black hair and purple eyes. He was of a broad built and had a mechanical arm that was the signature of an employ of Judgement. However by his fine suit it was unlikely that he worked for that man in the cusp of insanity. This man who's story is not for now stormed over towards Porter and lifted him by the collar.
"Alright you street punk, what makes you think you can get away with that?" He snarled.
"I didn't throw that at you." Porter replied.
The Ace of Cups was having none of this and slapped Porter out of this man's grasp.
"I'm sorry, I did it, we need a ride to Casino Park." The Ace said bluntly devoid of the honey and venom dripping down the false voice.
This man grumbled but he admired the audacity.
"What's your business there?" He sneered towards the two with sharpened teeth quite visible.
"We have a meeting with someone." The Ace mentioned as he was not willing to give the game away.
This greatly amused the man.
"Well then, please accept a ride from me. Clarrisa's in there but she's small. Don't mind her. Alright?" He asked.
The Ace nodded in reply before climbing into the passenger side of the car. Porter went in the back and curled up as best as he could for comfort with a small whine. The Ace sighed and tried to seem like he was ignoring it. A small girl with orange hair and large grey eyes sat beside our hero. She was very thin for her age and had a pair of orange furred cat ears where human ones ought to be.
"Hi there! I'm Clarrisa! Clarrisa is my name! My name!" The girl stated.
"Morgan Porter." Our hero replied.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"What? Yes."
"Liar. Liar. Liars tell false things to me. Okay."
The girl then stopped talking and stared out the window as if it was the solitary most fascinating thing on earth, it may have been. This man was driving as if Hell was snapping at his heels. The Ace didn't really care, far from it, after all as it was in his own interest. He was still concerned though.
"Why are you driving so fast?" The Ace asked with his venomous honey returned.
"Because I have to get to work and get the kid back to her brother before he goes screaming down the phone at me. Now butt out." This man replied with a glance towards the girl through the rear view mirror.
The Ace of Cups decided not to bring it up again. The rest of the trip was spent in silence.
This man had every intention of pulling up literally in front of his work place, whether or not it would be alright for his guests. And he did so, and he did so. This man in the thrall of anger unlocked all the doors.
"Right everyone out! I'm late!" This man growled as he threw open the door and threw himself out.
This child climbed out and The Ace of Cups eyes grew wide as his ears were filled with the sound of shrieking.
"Great. They started without me." This man sighed.
"Well they started without me as well." This child whined.
The Ace of Cups stared out at the glowing sign above the place. The Casino at the End of the World it spelt out. He rushed into the building as fast as he could without caution. Morgan Porter followed.
"So this is where you were going ah?" This man chuckled. "Sorry to say but this is a very bad place to be at this time. If you wish to be here you'll have to wait a few hours."
Both ignored him and ran in.
"Fools. Damned fools." This man growled again.
Yes this man. The Three of Swords.
The two ran in and this is where their story begins.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
During the Meeting
I'm not quite sure what's going on. It's probably a dream. I'm probably dreaming as I die. The City probably killed me. That makes sense. After all there's no one else left, it's just I. I'm the only human left on earth and this man holding on to me so tightly seems human to me. He seems very human. Awkwardly human. Even if he denies it and refers to me like I'm human. Everyone's dead but me so I must be dreaming. It can't be real because that doesn't make any sense. Nothing makes sense. Just more forward, just move on. If I'm dying then there are worse dreams to die to. That makes sense. There are worse dreams to die to. At least I don't die 'alone'. That would mean that I lose and that is unacceptable. I refuse to lose to a city, even if it was living, breathing, human once maybe?
"Oh what's your name?" The light voice of the strange man? Woman? asks.
"My name is, I don't know." I reply.
"Oh, you don't know? That's silly. I know my name. You should know yours. Maybe it's in the money pouch."
"Money pouch?"
"The place peoples keep their moneys and identities."
"You mean a wallet. No one's had a wallet in a very long time."
"But, but Mercury has one and Hope has one and Taro-Lee had one before she lost it."
"Listen up I don't know why they have wallets but I don't."
"Maybe Mars can guess your name. He's really good at that."
"How many people are left?"
"People I can name? Twenty three. We are the resistance, resisting the hold of the I8."
"I8?"
"Also known as the Ein."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Well I'm sorry. Now sush. Let's fly!"
I remain silent as I stare at the trash on the ground. It's so filthy. This world is like a trash heap. How is it so filthy? Which country are we on? I'm not dreaming. I'm not dreaming. If I was dreaming then this would be a happy dream and happy dreams aren't like this. happy dreams don't involve strange men rambling about things that haven't existed for a very long time and dragging me off. Happy dreams are where I can see my family again. Where I'm not the only one left. It isn't a nightmare either as there is a distinct feeling of chaos and hope throughout it all. So then this must be real life.
He carries me off to a small shelter and throws me down. Am I falling? I'm falling. Then maybe it is a dream. Ah, I must be dreaming. No point in panic. I think I'll just wait until I hit the bottom. I begin to fall slower now. The chaos is making me ill. In a few years I won't even be able to talk again. I'm dizzy. I better be dreaming. Nothing makes sense. Sense is abstract anyway. In a few years this will be all over and done with, Just a few years, how fleeting.
My feet touch the bottom easily. No issues, no problems at all. I'm still breathing. I guess this wasn't a death sentence. How strange. Usually falling means death. I can't imagine someone not wanting to kill me.
"Are you alright?" The high voiced man asks me.
"I'm just fine." I reply. "In a few years or so anyway."
"How long where you in the city?" He asks.
That, that is something I can half answer. I kept track after I moved the bookcase.
"More than five." I say.
"Ah that makes sense." He smiles. "Most people in there for that long never fully recover. I'm surprised you didn't starve to death. You must of had an awfully good reason to live."
"Live? No, no, no reason at all to live. That would be silly." I stutter with a slight hoarseness.
"Then why wouldn't you just die?"
"Because I hate losing."
"Yeah you'll fit in here just fine. Mercury, Mars we have a new one!"
A dark skinned man with bleach blond hair and a .... man that's a torso walk and wheel in. The torso looks like the dark skinned one but with pale skin and white hair and light pink eyes. The dark one wears a light blue half mask over his mouth and nose and a torn up labcoat over an old pair of slacks and dress shirt. To think anyone still dresses like this. Maybe the styles are different, were different for inhuman beings. The other wears the remains of a pantsuit it seems. I guess they were going to work before the bombing.
"Eh? You called Dixie?" The dark one asks.
"Uh yeah, teach her the ropes and things! I have some stuff to do!" Dixie cries as he climbs up the ladder, there was a ladder, and vanishes.
The dark man's eyes smile.
"Why hello there. I am Mercury and this is Mars. My brother, the torso boy!" Mercury laughs as he pulls at his brother's cheeks.
These people are strange. I must be dreaming in reality. Strange and chaos. In a few years it'll make sense anyway.
"I'm forty, please stop treating me like you did when we were children. I am Mars. My brother is not a nice man. Don't trust him." Mars sighs.
"Sush you, I'm the best person. I AM THE BEST PERSON! Anyways time for you to meet my harem of teenage girls." Mercury laughs.
"One, there aren't that many girls and two hardly any of them are teenagers. Only Celeste and Taro-Lee." Mars banters back with his slow voice.
"Sush you." Mercury repeats.
I walk slowly behind them to meet the other survivors. I wonder if there are any other humans after all. That would be nice. I wonder if these two are humans.
"Are either of you human?" I ask them.
Mars looks bemused and Mercury laughs openly.
"Not at all. Not even partially. Why'd you ask?" The dark one asks stifling another giggle.
"Because I'm human." I reply with a sigh.
"Human? Well then." The light one mutters.
Mercury stops pushing his brother's wheel chair to grab my shoulders and shove me towards another room. In there a woman with a half shaved head and tattoos running up her arms makes sound with something rather strange. She has dark purple skin and is wearing a pair of very large shoes. She's clad in a pair of jeans and a tank top in decent condition.
"How is she making that noise?" I ask.
"She's using a guitar that's how. Anyway she's our resident Mugic Jinn." Mercury explains. "Her name is Base G. Louis, fake name."
"I don't care. In a few years names won't matter anyway." I mention.
"Yeah you've completely lost it. Oh well what's a guy to do. Come on lady. Go meet her. Be social. You two can become lady friends."
He shoves me towards the woman.
"Hello." I stumble.
"Hey." She waves before becoming engaged in the guitar once more.
I wave back slowly.
"So who are you?" The woman asks.
"I'm me." I state.
She laughs and slaps me on the back. Ow. The pain is a little too much. I've never been hit this hard before.
"Louis quite it! The lady's fragile." Mercury says.
"Hope ya last more than a second girl, you're funny." Louis laughs again.
The dark man's thick hand grabs tightly on to my wrist and drags me off to meet the rest of their gang. It's so dark in here, how can anyone see? It's so dark in here. In a few years or so it'll be darker than this anyway.
Mercury drags me over to another person. This one has tanned skin, light purple hair tied back in a ponytail that was just below his shoulders and light brown and large squared eyes. He's wearing very gaudy clothing, like that of those so called Witches. They've clearly never seen a very good Witch. Those blow these clowns out of the water. Nevermind, in a few years they'll know better anyways. The man is wearing a white shirt and pants with one arm and one leg respectively. Where the clothing would be is instead covered up with tattoos that look similar to Louis's. On his head are a pair of rabbit ears and large horns.
"This is Sepi Chatha. He's a Magician and a good one at that. I guess. No fucking idea what a better one would look like but whatever." Mercury grins again as he pushes me towards the man. "Chatha stop dicking with the god damn watch and meet our new lady friend!"
"Hello there!" Chatha smiles as he walks over to touch me.
He reaches out a hand and I frown and refuse to take it.
"Why don't you want to touch me?" He pouts.
I don't reply and he frowns and storms off.
"Well your social skills are crap." Mercury guffaws and he drags me off again.
Another two young women are sitting on a couch together, one with a computer in front of them and the other with a set of papers. One has silver hair and the other blonde. One with a blue eye and a brown eye and the other with a huge pair of purple eyes. One with a completely black leather outfit and the other with a pink corset and pants.
"These two are Kilian Ambrose and Maxime Emilien. They are our sword wielders, you know for The Bone's Claws." Mercury rambles on.
The one with silver hair sneers at me before continuing her work.
"Oh and they're both men but fae are really girly." Mercury adds.
"I'm Maxime!" The pink clad man cries.
Ambrose just ignores this and continues typing on the computer in front of him.
Mercury drags me off to meet some more people. A woman with clearly dyed blue hair is screaming at a green haired man. This woman has catlike yellow eyes and a pair of fluffy cat ears on her head. The woman wears a suit in tatters and is missing a chuck of ear plus she has a large scar running down her eye to her chin that is very raised and still pink. The green haired man has short and curly hair that must obscure some of his vision. He has a pair of thin red eyes with a yellow pupil. He wears a unitard similar to those of Mahou Shoujo I've heard about and long boots.
"The lady is Antoni Anatazy, she can't talk but she's a crack shot. The boy's a Lamia named Aki Ormr with no real skills." Mercury narrates.
"Oh hello there." Ormr hisses before screaming as the woman takes a shot at his shoulder.
"Antoni no!" Mercury growls.
The woman holsters the gun and walks off with a sneer towards the dark man clutching my wrist. He drags me off again. Another woman, this one with deep set wrinkles and has her long black hair in a ponytail. Here eyes are round, small and green with ordinary pupils, a rarity here I guess. She has a pair of green pants with heavy rips in them revealing scars and a black shirt with the sleeves as tattered as her face. Those wrinkles if you look closer are actually scars. Her arm is in a sling.
"This is Gwen Eira, she doesn't have any magic which is why she's in bad shape. Really we all ought to look like her but Ormr never leaves here and Ambrose and Maxime have healing magic that they don't seem keen on sharing. Oh and Chatha's a Magician."
He drags me of to a young woman with a squared jaw and scars marring her upper lip. She's wearing a pair of cut off shorts and the top of a fencing uniform with a pain of oversized leather boots. She has quite obviously sawn off blonde hair and brown eyes. The woman smiles at me and shows her mouthful of broken teeth,
"She's also in bad shape, a Vampire, who'd have thought she'd survive this long? Her name is Ilka Marcia. She used to be a fencing instructor so she's damn good with a rapier and fairly decent with a baseball bat cause she used to be into all that." Mercury mentions.
The woman doesn't even see me as she's in her head. In a few years she won't be missed at all anyway.
Mercury drags me off towards a woman with long and messy lavender hair. She's talking to a man in a long white jacket. This woman has tape over her nose and scars under her eyes where they seem to have been clawed. Speaking of eyes, her look like a pair of half circles and are entirely purple. The woman is fused tightly to a frozen blood red sword, that might actually be made of blood. She is wearing a long purple dress that has a ripped hem and a hole in the back that looks like it's been burnt through. The man beside her has short white hair that is tied back and a long white coat with burns at the ends and blood stains all over the breast. His eyes are small and a mint green. He has scars at his mouth and on his cheeks giving the impression of higher cheekbones. Other than that he actually does have wrinkles, deep frown lines. He's wearing a black suit in fairly decent quality even though a pants leg is ripped off. The man stares at me and smirks.
"So this is Morgan Porter then? No relation to Dick Porter I pray. I am, Liuva Amsila and a Vampire also a psychic. I am the most powerful man here so please don't try to fight me." Amsila boasts before running a hand over his breast pocket and throwing me a small silver watch.
"Always check the time Porter." He chuckles before returning to his conversation with the woman.
"Yeah sorry bout him Morgan is it? He's an asshole. He and Mars get into a lot of argument over this. Similar personalities and abilities see. This guy is what Mars would have been without me. Anyway the lady is an Incubus and her name is Viollca Nuri. She's our best fighter other than Chatha and Louis, maybe Hope when he's not brooding." Mercury explains.
He takes me over to a woman with spikey brown hair and large rounded green eyes. She's in great condition, like Ambrose. she's wearing pink shorts, green sandals, large hoop earrings and a gold bandeau.
"That's Nalani Noe, she's stoned and a Siren so she's good healing factor as well plus she's terrible in combat so we don't really let her leave. But she actually shares her healing factor, though it's weaker than Ambrose's and Maxime's. She's a sweet lady." Mercury rambles.
He takes me off again. This time a man is bantering with another woman. The woman is missing an eye and when she smiles I can't find any white teeth left. She looks like she was really attractive before the bombing. Her eye is hazel and shaped like a cat's but with a normal pupil. Her hair is in a pixie cut and dark brown. She's wearing a short red dress that is free from the rips and tears that the others have and a pair of black tights and red knee high boots. The man beside her has small crow's feet and has short black hair. His eyes are less amazing and simply brown. He has a pair of bear ears poking out from holes in his baseball cap. He appears to be wearing an old and ripped brown and gray baseball uniform. He's holding fast to a hatchet.
"The lady is Eva Ageal and the man is Adal Steinn. Steinn is a decent fighter so we always keep him here in case of invasion and Ageal was a model and still has enough of her looks to make a killing in Casino Park. We try not to let her fight, she brings home the bacon. Literally." Mercury explains.
Ageal waves once towards me and continues the chatter with the oblivious Steinn. I wave back and she giggles at that.
"Mercury this is a man." She giggles.
"Nope. She would have told me by now. Wouldn't you Morgan?" Mercury asks, still with his hand wrapped around my wrist.
"Actually I am a man." I reply.
He snorts. "Damn Ageal. Eh, I don't mind. There's bound to be more lady folk in Casino Park or the Red Light willing to join. Preferably hot teenage girls that are stoned."
It doesn't matter. He doesn't seem to get that. In a few years or so we'll all be ashes anyway.
Mercury drags me away to a woman sitting on a window ledge far above everyone else. Along with her arms she has a pain of blue wings with black on the tips and mixed in with the plumage. Blue jay I think. She has a short black bob and is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt.
"She's Adha Hagar. Hagar we have a lady boy you'd like to meet!" He calls up.
"Go the fuck away Mercury unless you're letting me go outside." she growls
"Someone's grouchy."
"Go be an ass with your brother or something."
He sighs and whisks me off to a room with a rickety throne. A man with dark brown hair in a braid is humming to himself while sitting on it. His eyes are nothing unusual except that they are black. He's wearing a mauve suit that is ripped in many places and has scars all over his face, hands and exposed areas of his body.
"This is Desideria Roque. He's got problems. I mean worse than yours. And worse social skills. Anyway let's have you meet the techies and the kids, you'll be hanging round with them mostly. After all you wouldn't be useful for more than bait." Mercury laughs again.
He takes me to another room with a large computer and an even larger bed. Two dark skinned girls are chatting on the far corner of the bed. One is wearing a red hood and the other with a white hood. They both have large and rounded eyes in light brown and are clearly sisters. The one in the white hood is taller.
"These two are Madam Red and Madam White." Mercury sighs. "Take good care of em will ya?"
On the computer is a small man with large square glasses that he's constantly pushing up. His hair is orange and a piece stands straight upwards in a cowlick. A very large man with half pink and half gray hair is collapsed in a heap on the floor beside the computer and an Asian girl is cheerfully poking at him.
"The man's Fellio Alto, the lady's Raven Taro-Lee and the man in despair on the ground is Hope. Taro-Lee is a Diviner and can see the future with he fancy tarot cards. Hope can fight but gave up the will to live and now just kinda lies there but we haven't got rid of him cause the Ein don't seem to like going near him. Fellio's like twelve and is some kind of genius and he and Fracture get into hacking wars or some bull. Madam Red has magic that she needs to tap into and Madam White already has some but she needs training. Basically these people need protecting. We figure you need it to so you're hanging with them. And Grenda and Celeste when they get here. Have fun." He explains before heading off. "Oh and Dixie'll introduce himself properly. Hate getting near him, just racks up my nerves is all."
The dark man finally leaves me alone and walks away. Madam Red smiles at me.
"Hi there. I'm Madam Red but people just call me Red. You're hair is Red. I like the colour Red! Well we friends. Good friends." She smiles.
Friends? In a few years or so there won't be any need. But she's rather young, a few years must seem like centuries. Whatever, it won't matter anymore. I'll just try not to die until the finale comes.
"Hey why aren't you answering me lady?" Red asks.
"Because I don't care." I reply.
"You're voice is funny! It sounds all scratchy!" Red giggles.
"Sh, leave the woman alone." White frowns. "I'm sorry ma'am."
"It doesn't matter." I sigh.
"Oh another Hope I see. Thank you Mercury! God damn lolicon doesn't fucking know when to leave them." Alto snarls before continuing typing.
"We will have to just cheer her up!" Taro-Lee smiles.
"Like that ever works." Alto whines.
The door opens again and a woman covered in water stumbles inside with a girl with her hair on fire. The woman covered in water has short blonde hair, tanned skin and light blue eyes. The girl has natural bronze-ish skin and has deep red eyes with three black dots underneath either one. She looks like a real witch to me.
"Oh help. Hello I'm Grenda Phoenix and this is Celeste Dragonni. We are the ones that are supposed to protect you and everyone in here." Phoenix mentions. "We aren't doing a very good job today."
"No, no you aren't." I mention.
"Well you are a huge a- jerk." Phoenix sighs.
She flops down on the bed and promptly passes out. Dragonni waves before passing out herself. I don't like so many people around me. Oh well, why complain? In a few years there won't be anyone breathing.
The door opens yet again to show Dixie I suppose. He's certainly male. He has pointed ears and brown hair. He'd be the most ordinary looking if it wasn't for the pitch black eyes that appear to move in different directions from each other and the need-like teeth. He's grinning rather widely. This is insane. I have never heard of a species that looks like this.
"Oh am I scaring you Porter? Sorry! Forgot you're ignorant! I'm Dixie Alabama! One of a kind! Literally! No I mean seriously, I am the only member of my species that has ever existed! And you're the last human, we must have a lot in common! What are you doing in here? If you killed The City, even if it was dying, you must at least be on Viollca's level!" Dixie rants on in his high pitched voice.
He grabs me by the wrist as well and drags me out. Red waves goodbye and Alto breathes a sigh of relief. I can see I am not wanted. It doesn't matter. I'm only here to live longer than I will ever alone.
The chatter of the room grows along with anticipation. Dixie's holding fast to my hand, rather than my now bruised wrist.
"Today most of us are making our way to Casino Park! Apparently Shard's taken up permanent Shack there and The Jack of Diamonds is visiting. You know the drill with these two. Oh wait, Dixie what are you doing with Porter eh? Put the lady boy back in with the kids! He's of no use!" Mercury growls.
"Nope. He's of use. He's coming with me!" Dixie screams back.
Louis breaks into laughter. Chatha does as well. Ageal is trying to hold hers back. Ansila and Ambrose look amused.Steinn smiles at me awkwardly before turning away. Whatever. Let them be elitist. In a few more years or so it all be vanished anyway.
"Whatever Dixie. Anyway here are the rules. One, don't make wishes, two don't play any games of luck or chance, three don't drink anything, four don't shake her hand, five don't steal anything from Shard. Other than that wait for my orders. Clear?" Mercury asks.
Everyone nods in unison.
"Good. Come on Dixie bring lady boy with you if you must." Mercury sighs.
Dixie grins again and pulls me along. I wanted to survive. Oh well, why bother to complain, life will be vanished in a few years or so.
"Oh what's your name?" The light voice of the strange man? Woman? asks.
"My name is, I don't know." I reply.
"Oh, you don't know? That's silly. I know my name. You should know yours. Maybe it's in the money pouch."
"Money pouch?"
"The place peoples keep their moneys and identities."
"You mean a wallet. No one's had a wallet in a very long time."
"But, but Mercury has one and Hope has one and Taro-Lee had one before she lost it."
"Listen up I don't know why they have wallets but I don't."
"Maybe Mars can guess your name. He's really good at that."
"How many people are left?"
"People I can name? Twenty three. We are the resistance, resisting the hold of the I8."
"I8?"
"Also known as the Ein."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Well I'm sorry. Now sush. Let's fly!"
I remain silent as I stare at the trash on the ground. It's so filthy. This world is like a trash heap. How is it so filthy? Which country are we on? I'm not dreaming. I'm not dreaming. If I was dreaming then this would be a happy dream and happy dreams aren't like this. happy dreams don't involve strange men rambling about things that haven't existed for a very long time and dragging me off. Happy dreams are where I can see my family again. Where I'm not the only one left. It isn't a nightmare either as there is a distinct feeling of chaos and hope throughout it all. So then this must be real life.
He carries me off to a small shelter and throws me down. Am I falling? I'm falling. Then maybe it is a dream. Ah, I must be dreaming. No point in panic. I think I'll just wait until I hit the bottom. I begin to fall slower now. The chaos is making me ill. In a few years I won't even be able to talk again. I'm dizzy. I better be dreaming. Nothing makes sense. Sense is abstract anyway. In a few years this will be all over and done with, Just a few years, how fleeting.
My feet touch the bottom easily. No issues, no problems at all. I'm still breathing. I guess this wasn't a death sentence. How strange. Usually falling means death. I can't imagine someone not wanting to kill me.
"Are you alright?" The high voiced man asks me.
"I'm just fine." I reply. "In a few years or so anyway."
"How long where you in the city?" He asks.
That, that is something I can half answer. I kept track after I moved the bookcase.
"More than five." I say.
"Ah that makes sense." He smiles. "Most people in there for that long never fully recover. I'm surprised you didn't starve to death. You must of had an awfully good reason to live."
"Live? No, no, no reason at all to live. That would be silly." I stutter with a slight hoarseness.
"Then why wouldn't you just die?"
"Because I hate losing."
"Yeah you'll fit in here just fine. Mercury, Mars we have a new one!"
A dark skinned man with bleach blond hair and a .... man that's a torso walk and wheel in. The torso looks like the dark skinned one but with pale skin and white hair and light pink eyes. The dark one wears a light blue half mask over his mouth and nose and a torn up labcoat over an old pair of slacks and dress shirt. To think anyone still dresses like this. Maybe the styles are different, were different for inhuman beings. The other wears the remains of a pantsuit it seems. I guess they were going to work before the bombing.
"Eh? You called Dixie?" The dark one asks.
"Uh yeah, teach her the ropes and things! I have some stuff to do!" Dixie cries as he climbs up the ladder, there was a ladder, and vanishes.
The dark man's eyes smile.
"Why hello there. I am Mercury and this is Mars. My brother, the torso boy!" Mercury laughs as he pulls at his brother's cheeks.
These people are strange. I must be dreaming in reality. Strange and chaos. In a few years it'll make sense anyway.
"I'm forty, please stop treating me like you did when we were children. I am Mars. My brother is not a nice man. Don't trust him." Mars sighs.
"Sush you, I'm the best person. I AM THE BEST PERSON! Anyways time for you to meet my harem of teenage girls." Mercury laughs.
"One, there aren't that many girls and two hardly any of them are teenagers. Only Celeste and Taro-Lee." Mars banters back with his slow voice.
"Sush you." Mercury repeats.
I walk slowly behind them to meet the other survivors. I wonder if there are any other humans after all. That would be nice. I wonder if these two are humans.
"Are either of you human?" I ask them.
Mars looks bemused and Mercury laughs openly.
"Not at all. Not even partially. Why'd you ask?" The dark one asks stifling another giggle.
"Because I'm human." I reply with a sigh.
"Human? Well then." The light one mutters.
Mercury stops pushing his brother's wheel chair to grab my shoulders and shove me towards another room. In there a woman with a half shaved head and tattoos running up her arms makes sound with something rather strange. She has dark purple skin and is wearing a pair of very large shoes. She's clad in a pair of jeans and a tank top in decent condition.
"How is she making that noise?" I ask.
"She's using a guitar that's how. Anyway she's our resident Mugic Jinn." Mercury explains. "Her name is Base G. Louis, fake name."
"I don't care. In a few years names won't matter anyway." I mention.
"Yeah you've completely lost it. Oh well what's a guy to do. Come on lady. Go meet her. Be social. You two can become lady friends."
He shoves me towards the woman.
"Hello." I stumble.
"Hey." She waves before becoming engaged in the guitar once more.
I wave back slowly.
"So who are you?" The woman asks.
"I'm me." I state.
She laughs and slaps me on the back. Ow. The pain is a little too much. I've never been hit this hard before.
"Louis quite it! The lady's fragile." Mercury says.
"Hope ya last more than a second girl, you're funny." Louis laughs again.
The dark man's thick hand grabs tightly on to my wrist and drags me off to meet the rest of their gang. It's so dark in here, how can anyone see? It's so dark in here. In a few years or so it'll be darker than this anyway.
Mercury drags me over to another person. This one has tanned skin, light purple hair tied back in a ponytail that was just below his shoulders and light brown and large squared eyes. He's wearing very gaudy clothing, like that of those so called Witches. They've clearly never seen a very good Witch. Those blow these clowns out of the water. Nevermind, in a few years they'll know better anyways. The man is wearing a white shirt and pants with one arm and one leg respectively. Where the clothing would be is instead covered up with tattoos that look similar to Louis's. On his head are a pair of rabbit ears and large horns.
"This is Sepi Chatha. He's a Magician and a good one at that. I guess. No fucking idea what a better one would look like but whatever." Mercury grins again as he pushes me towards the man. "Chatha stop dicking with the god damn watch and meet our new lady friend!"
"Hello there!" Chatha smiles as he walks over to touch me.
He reaches out a hand and I frown and refuse to take it.
"Why don't you want to touch me?" He pouts.
I don't reply and he frowns and storms off.
"Well your social skills are crap." Mercury guffaws and he drags me off again.
Another two young women are sitting on a couch together, one with a computer in front of them and the other with a set of papers. One has silver hair and the other blonde. One with a blue eye and a brown eye and the other with a huge pair of purple eyes. One with a completely black leather outfit and the other with a pink corset and pants.
"These two are Kilian Ambrose and Maxime Emilien. They are our sword wielders, you know for The Bone's Claws." Mercury rambles on.
The one with silver hair sneers at me before continuing her work.
"Oh and they're both men but fae are really girly." Mercury adds.
"I'm Maxime!" The pink clad man cries.
Ambrose just ignores this and continues typing on the computer in front of him.
Mercury drags me off to meet some more people. A woman with clearly dyed blue hair is screaming at a green haired man. This woman has catlike yellow eyes and a pair of fluffy cat ears on her head. The woman wears a suit in tatters and is missing a chuck of ear plus she has a large scar running down her eye to her chin that is very raised and still pink. The green haired man has short and curly hair that must obscure some of his vision. He has a pair of thin red eyes with a yellow pupil. He wears a unitard similar to those of Mahou Shoujo I've heard about and long boots.
"The lady is Antoni Anatazy, she can't talk but she's a crack shot. The boy's a Lamia named Aki Ormr with no real skills." Mercury narrates.
"Oh hello there." Ormr hisses before screaming as the woman takes a shot at his shoulder.
"Antoni no!" Mercury growls.
The woman holsters the gun and walks off with a sneer towards the dark man clutching my wrist. He drags me off again. Another woman, this one with deep set wrinkles and has her long black hair in a ponytail. Here eyes are round, small and green with ordinary pupils, a rarity here I guess. She has a pair of green pants with heavy rips in them revealing scars and a black shirt with the sleeves as tattered as her face. Those wrinkles if you look closer are actually scars. Her arm is in a sling.
"This is Gwen Eira, she doesn't have any magic which is why she's in bad shape. Really we all ought to look like her but Ormr never leaves here and Ambrose and Maxime have healing magic that they don't seem keen on sharing. Oh and Chatha's a Magician."
He drags me of to a young woman with a squared jaw and scars marring her upper lip. She's wearing a pair of cut off shorts and the top of a fencing uniform with a pain of oversized leather boots. She has quite obviously sawn off blonde hair and brown eyes. The woman smiles at me and shows her mouthful of broken teeth,
"She's also in bad shape, a Vampire, who'd have thought she'd survive this long? Her name is Ilka Marcia. She used to be a fencing instructor so she's damn good with a rapier and fairly decent with a baseball bat cause she used to be into all that." Mercury mentions.
The woman doesn't even see me as she's in her head. In a few years she won't be missed at all anyway.
Mercury drags me off towards a woman with long and messy lavender hair. She's talking to a man in a long white jacket. This woman has tape over her nose and scars under her eyes where they seem to have been clawed. Speaking of eyes, her look like a pair of half circles and are entirely purple. The woman is fused tightly to a frozen blood red sword, that might actually be made of blood. She is wearing a long purple dress that has a ripped hem and a hole in the back that looks like it's been burnt through. The man beside her has short white hair that is tied back and a long white coat with burns at the ends and blood stains all over the breast. His eyes are small and a mint green. He has scars at his mouth and on his cheeks giving the impression of higher cheekbones. Other than that he actually does have wrinkles, deep frown lines. He's wearing a black suit in fairly decent quality even though a pants leg is ripped off. The man stares at me and smirks.
"So this is Morgan Porter then? No relation to Dick Porter I pray. I am, Liuva Amsila and a Vampire also a psychic. I am the most powerful man here so please don't try to fight me." Amsila boasts before running a hand over his breast pocket and throwing me a small silver watch.
"Always check the time Porter." He chuckles before returning to his conversation with the woman.
"Yeah sorry bout him Morgan is it? He's an asshole. He and Mars get into a lot of argument over this. Similar personalities and abilities see. This guy is what Mars would have been without me. Anyway the lady is an Incubus and her name is Viollca Nuri. She's our best fighter other than Chatha and Louis, maybe Hope when he's not brooding." Mercury explains.
He takes me over to a woman with spikey brown hair and large rounded green eyes. She's in great condition, like Ambrose. she's wearing pink shorts, green sandals, large hoop earrings and a gold bandeau.
"That's Nalani Noe, she's stoned and a Siren so she's good healing factor as well plus she's terrible in combat so we don't really let her leave. But she actually shares her healing factor, though it's weaker than Ambrose's and Maxime's. She's a sweet lady." Mercury rambles.
He takes me off again. This time a man is bantering with another woman. The woman is missing an eye and when she smiles I can't find any white teeth left. She looks like she was really attractive before the bombing. Her eye is hazel and shaped like a cat's but with a normal pupil. Her hair is in a pixie cut and dark brown. She's wearing a short red dress that is free from the rips and tears that the others have and a pair of black tights and red knee high boots. The man beside her has small crow's feet and has short black hair. His eyes are less amazing and simply brown. He has a pair of bear ears poking out from holes in his baseball cap. He appears to be wearing an old and ripped brown and gray baseball uniform. He's holding fast to a hatchet.
"The lady is Eva Ageal and the man is Adal Steinn. Steinn is a decent fighter so we always keep him here in case of invasion and Ageal was a model and still has enough of her looks to make a killing in Casino Park. We try not to let her fight, she brings home the bacon. Literally." Mercury explains.
Ageal waves once towards me and continues the chatter with the oblivious Steinn. I wave back and she giggles at that.
"Mercury this is a man." She giggles.
"Nope. She would have told me by now. Wouldn't you Morgan?" Mercury asks, still with his hand wrapped around my wrist.
"Actually I am a man." I reply.
He snorts. "Damn Ageal. Eh, I don't mind. There's bound to be more lady folk in Casino Park or the Red Light willing to join. Preferably hot teenage girls that are stoned."
It doesn't matter. He doesn't seem to get that. In a few years or so we'll all be ashes anyway.
Mercury drags me away to a woman sitting on a window ledge far above everyone else. Along with her arms she has a pain of blue wings with black on the tips and mixed in with the plumage. Blue jay I think. She has a short black bob and is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt.
"She's Adha Hagar. Hagar we have a lady boy you'd like to meet!" He calls up.
"Go the fuck away Mercury unless you're letting me go outside." she growls
"Someone's grouchy."
"Go be an ass with your brother or something."
He sighs and whisks me off to a room with a rickety throne. A man with dark brown hair in a braid is humming to himself while sitting on it. His eyes are nothing unusual except that they are black. He's wearing a mauve suit that is ripped in many places and has scars all over his face, hands and exposed areas of his body.
"This is Desideria Roque. He's got problems. I mean worse than yours. And worse social skills. Anyway let's have you meet the techies and the kids, you'll be hanging round with them mostly. After all you wouldn't be useful for more than bait." Mercury laughs again.
He takes me to another room with a large computer and an even larger bed. Two dark skinned girls are chatting on the far corner of the bed. One is wearing a red hood and the other with a white hood. They both have large and rounded eyes in light brown and are clearly sisters. The one in the white hood is taller.
"These two are Madam Red and Madam White." Mercury sighs. "Take good care of em will ya?"
On the computer is a small man with large square glasses that he's constantly pushing up. His hair is orange and a piece stands straight upwards in a cowlick. A very large man with half pink and half gray hair is collapsed in a heap on the floor beside the computer and an Asian girl is cheerfully poking at him.
"The man's Fellio Alto, the lady's Raven Taro-Lee and the man in despair on the ground is Hope. Taro-Lee is a Diviner and can see the future with he fancy tarot cards. Hope can fight but gave up the will to live and now just kinda lies there but we haven't got rid of him cause the Ein don't seem to like going near him. Fellio's like twelve and is some kind of genius and he and Fracture get into hacking wars or some bull. Madam Red has magic that she needs to tap into and Madam White already has some but she needs training. Basically these people need protecting. We figure you need it to so you're hanging with them. And Grenda and Celeste when they get here. Have fun." He explains before heading off. "Oh and Dixie'll introduce himself properly. Hate getting near him, just racks up my nerves is all."
The dark man finally leaves me alone and walks away. Madam Red smiles at me.
"Hi there. I'm Madam Red but people just call me Red. You're hair is Red. I like the colour Red! Well we friends. Good friends." She smiles.
Friends? In a few years or so there won't be any need. But she's rather young, a few years must seem like centuries. Whatever, it won't matter anymore. I'll just try not to die until the finale comes.
"Hey why aren't you answering me lady?" Red asks.
"Because I don't care." I reply.
"You're voice is funny! It sounds all scratchy!" Red giggles.
"Sh, leave the woman alone." White frowns. "I'm sorry ma'am."
"It doesn't matter." I sigh.
"Oh another Hope I see. Thank you Mercury! God damn lolicon doesn't fucking know when to leave them." Alto snarls before continuing typing.
"We will have to just cheer her up!" Taro-Lee smiles.
"Like that ever works." Alto whines.
The door opens again and a woman covered in water stumbles inside with a girl with her hair on fire. The woman covered in water has short blonde hair, tanned skin and light blue eyes. The girl has natural bronze-ish skin and has deep red eyes with three black dots underneath either one. She looks like a real witch to me.
"Oh help. Hello I'm Grenda Phoenix and this is Celeste Dragonni. We are the ones that are supposed to protect you and everyone in here." Phoenix mentions. "We aren't doing a very good job today."
"No, no you aren't." I mention.
"Well you are a huge a- jerk." Phoenix sighs.
She flops down on the bed and promptly passes out. Dragonni waves before passing out herself. I don't like so many people around me. Oh well, why complain? In a few years there won't be anyone breathing.
The door opens yet again to show Dixie I suppose. He's certainly male. He has pointed ears and brown hair. He'd be the most ordinary looking if it wasn't for the pitch black eyes that appear to move in different directions from each other and the need-like teeth. He's grinning rather widely. This is insane. I have never heard of a species that looks like this.
"Oh am I scaring you Porter? Sorry! Forgot you're ignorant! I'm Dixie Alabama! One of a kind! Literally! No I mean seriously, I am the only member of my species that has ever existed! And you're the last human, we must have a lot in common! What are you doing in here? If you killed The City, even if it was dying, you must at least be on Viollca's level!" Dixie rants on in his high pitched voice.
He grabs me by the wrist as well and drags me out. Red waves goodbye and Alto breathes a sigh of relief. I can see I am not wanted. It doesn't matter. I'm only here to live longer than I will ever alone.
The chatter of the room grows along with anticipation. Dixie's holding fast to my hand, rather than my now bruised wrist.
"Today most of us are making our way to Casino Park! Apparently Shard's taken up permanent Shack there and The Jack of Diamonds is visiting. You know the drill with these two. Oh wait, Dixie what are you doing with Porter eh? Put the lady boy back in with the kids! He's of no use!" Mercury growls.
"Nope. He's of use. He's coming with me!" Dixie screams back.
Louis breaks into laughter. Chatha does as well. Ageal is trying to hold hers back. Ansila and Ambrose look amused.Steinn smiles at me awkwardly before turning away. Whatever. Let them be elitist. In a few more years or so it all be vanished anyway.
"Whatever Dixie. Anyway here are the rules. One, don't make wishes, two don't play any games of luck or chance, three don't drink anything, four don't shake her hand, five don't steal anything from Shard. Other than that wait for my orders. Clear?" Mercury asks.
Everyone nods in unison.
"Good. Come on Dixie bring lady boy with you if you must." Mercury sighs.
Dixie grins again and pulls me along. I wanted to survive. Oh well, why bother to complain, life will be vanished in a few years or so.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
During the Isolation
It is I The Narrator once more. Time for my words. I hope you listen to them, even if they are not as important as the human's.
Morgan Porter was trapped in this area with no hope of exit. He was trapped within a silence and emptiness that could never be quite filled. Even those voices that had tried to fool him remained silent. The City itself was the only being that brought the slightest hint of company.
After the first years The City began to regret it's decision to claim one of the last humans in existence. As the man had sunken into a deep despair that was not amusing in the least. He would stay curled up in a ball rocking in the corner muttering things about his mother and father and boredom. The City was angered at this as it required the human to live as long as possible so it could have the only thing it ever wanted. At this moment in time the human had dark circles under his eyes and hair much longer than before due to his reluctance to move from the spot.
After the second year brief fits of hysteria began to occur. Porter began to ramble about every person he had ever met. In between this he was still in the throes of despair. The City was beginning to lose hope that the young man would ever recover and tell it what it wanted to know. So The city hatched a rather half baked plan in it's moments of consciousness, to imbue life into the slowly dying Morgan Porter.
After the third year the hysteria had died. Porter was completely unresponsive, as if he was sleeping with his eyes wide open. The City was getting rather aggravated and decided in it's wisdom that it would do something it hadn't done for a very long time, converse with a victim. You see this very unlucky lucky young man was the only breathing human left in all the world and the ones beyond and The City needs a human to help it survive. So it had to use Porter. The City began to speak to Porter. It was painful at first as the crumbling and rusting town was not accustomed to forming words. It would say a few words here and there but nothing major and here it is having to talk for days nonstop. Having to ask painful question towards the man in order to get him to reply.
After the fourth year The City began to give up. Porter would only reply with hmn and mn and occasionally a tilt of the head. The City so far had told the man stories of its victims throughout the years, it had asked him questions about God and the nature of reality. However one question did break through the stupor if only slightly.
"Why won't you talk to me?" The City asked in a frustrated and crumbling voice as another piece of wall fell down.
In a voice very hoarse and crumbling like the city walls, one that spoke fine English due to The City's constant tales. "Because you aren't real."
The City was taken aback by the very notion of that, how could it not be real? After all the young Porter was sitting there, albeit that could not be proven due to this being an alternate reality, one without need for human things such as food or drink. The man looked up at the roof with his brown eye that was still deeply black ringed.
"I am just as real as you. I wish to ask you a question human." The City grumbled as another piece of roof fell down just beside Porter's feet.
Porter merely curled up in another position as an answer. I wonder how it must have felt to be wrapped up in this kind of place.
"How do you become human?" The City asked.
Only silence filled the space of the room. The City in an angry fit shook the man around until he crawled away. His hands collapsed beneath him and he choked on the aging dust of this city of emptiness that even time himself had forgotten. The moments were creeping by. He curled up just outside the door that had rotted long ago and breathed in more dead air. He nearly choked on the smell of the musk and elderly mold creeping on the walls.
"Leave me." He sighed as he choked on the words that were almost unfamiliar to his tongue.
"Tell me how do you become human. I do not wish to die here. Becoming something else like the others are is the only hope. Tell me the secret to humanity." The City begged as the pipes burst.
Morgan Porter stood up for the very first time in a very long time and fell down again. He pulled the hood over his ears in a desperate attempt to silence the voice. He wasn't doing very well with hearing voices begging him to reply after all this time when he heard only the ripping of a dying God and his own heartbeat.
After the fifth year The City had begun to ask the question constantly in a way impossible to ignore for it was that loud.
"Shut up." Porter whimpered as he pulled the hoodie around him tighter as it was the only means of security.
The City laughed.
"Do words bother you young human? I will talk until you tell me." It groaned as the fire finally burnt out.
"I want to wake up." Porter muttered.
"But you are not sleeping." The City replied as the bed springs struck out in agony of their own.
"Then I want to sleep." Porter coughed.
"You can sleep though." The City pointed out as the oven burst into flames.
"Can I die here?" Porter asked with more clarity than anyone would have thought someone could have mustered.
"From old age yes." The City replied after a bit of thought as the chimney fell in.
"I can age but I have no need for drink or water or rest or those other things." The brown eyed human thought out loud. "And how?"
"It's magic." The City laughed at the apparent foolishness.
"Magic? That seems like a lie. Are you telling me that I can never starve?" He asked it as he sat up for the first time in a very long time.
"Not inside this place, this is my heart, the outside however." The City laughed again.
Porter stood up and took his very first steps in a very long time. He wasn't too keen on waiting to die of age, after all that's a very long time. He walked very awkwardly with very strange steps and very deep breaths. The City was not impressed as it pushed a bookcase in front of the exit. The young man let out an anguished noise that sounded much more animal than many animals.
"You will not leave until you tell me the secret to humanity." The City snarled as the wind blew down the chimes on the porch and the windows exploded.
"I'm sorry but I don't make deals with cities. Now let me out or I will find a way to kill you before you rot to death." Porter cried with much more strength in the state of pining for death in a less painful way.
"We will see if this new found energy lasts long human!" The City laughed as the tree outside crashed down onto it's roof.
Porter laughed himself with the hoarse and crumbling voice. He stood up and began to walk from one side of the room to the another. The City chuckled inwardly as he paced in that weak way that was so hysterical.
After the sixth year Porter could walk again, he could talk properly as well. The hoarseness never left his voice though. Strange that. The City was still dying but this time it had hope for with the words and the steps that were taken every day the human thought clearly and had life breathed into him. Life out of the need for death. Is this what you call irony? I think so. The City asked him constantly the same question but Porter was always such a stubborn man he could not allow The City to get the best of him, even if he longed for death so.
After the seventh year Porter began to develop muscle tone as he he exercised constantly to rid himself of boredom. Anything to break up the seeming eternity was fine with him, even taking potshots with rubble at The City's skylight. Eventually the human with the red hair grew strong enough that he could push the bookshelf out of the way, but with the will to die strangely enough came the will to live. He had decided that he had lived to many years here to just die from starvation just outside this rotting city. As The City cried out for him to return as the skylight fell in and the remains of the roof collapsed and the floor sunk in leaving only the three walls and the brick pillar in the center. This time it was the human that laughed as he made his way towards the building in the distance.
After the eighth year Porter was speaking to himself, he had the most interesting conversations. He was eating old cans of food and attempting to repair a computer that had fried. The computer would be pointless to communicate but perhaps it would dull the boredom and stay the hand of the incoming thud of insanity. This human was considering death again but merely laughed it off. After all he said that he would not and he prided himself in the life before on never breaking a vow, even to himself. And so he suffered in a bitter spite.
After the ninth year the computer was repaired. He stood up and laughed at his work. It took him a very long time. He turned it on and began to check the files on it. A document marked The City made him grin as he clicked onto the file and it opened wide, showing it's belly.
'The City only lives as The Heart lives.' The file giggled. 'The Heart only lives as long as humanity lives. This is the only Fear that deals solely with one species as that was the issue within it's faulty wish. A wish to live. Those always backfire, don't they? If someone during the end of everything finds this I would like you to do me a favor and kill me. Smash in the building of The City, of me and release my soul to death. I am sorry. I am sorry if eventually I forget all traces of humanity and lose everything I once had.'
The computer shut down with an angry buzz and the now once again grinning and laughing Porter picked up a pipe in the corner. he was much stronger now. The City will fall.
He walked back to where the third chapter began and The city cried out for him.
"You've come back human! Teach me humanity!" It screamed.
Are not quite all there protagonist laughed. He threw off the hoodie and stood before The City.
"I promised that I would kill you because I hate you this much. And now the records on that computer have told me that you are suffering like I. I'm gonna put you out of your misery, that is mercy." Porter said as he smashed down the remains of the door frame.
"Mercy is the first part of humanity." He continued. "You have suffered and made me suffer for too long."
He smashed down the first wall.
"What stop! Please! I don't want to die!" The City cried as the pain struck where it's nerves could have been.
"Suffering is the second part of humanity." Porter mentioned. "You are begging me for life and I am living still even though I wanted death."
He smashed down the second wall.
"Stop! Stop!" It cried.
"The will to live is the third part of humanity." The young man frowned as he stood before the final wall that was already partially tore down.
"And finally I forgive you and I hope you will forgive me. Forgiveness is the fourth part of humanity. Let me put you out of your misery." He coughed out as he raised the pipe with a little tinge of sorrow.
"Why do you hate me?" The City asked in the begging voice of a man in poor health.
"I don't,"
"Why do you want me to die?"
"Because you are suffering and it can't be fixed."
"I hate you."
"Why?"
"Because you have everything I can not."
"I'm sorry."
"Liar." The City choked under the force of the pipe.
A scream rang out that chased everything away and wrecked the world itself. The only things remaining being Morgan Porter with the pipe fast in his hand and a small door, barely big enough for the man clutching to life. The door swung open and there stood another man in jeans and a white shirt. Our protagonist however was now terrified of the sight and throw his entire body into a swing on the other man. The man let out a yelp and grabbed the pipe with his bare hand. He smashed into the stomach of the hero and slung him over his shoulder.
"Everything will be alright ma'am." He said with a light and cheerful voice bursting with optimism.
"No it won't be." Porter said back with the hoarseness that will never vanish.
"And why not?" The Ace of Cups asked.
"Because you aren't real." Porter laughed with agony.
"Are you sure?" The Ace of Cups asked back.
"No. I am not sure of anything anymore."
"Okay. Let's get you out of here ma'am."
"Ma'am? You mean sir."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Human genders are hard to tell."
And with those words The Ace of Cups flung open the door and walked out with the red haired human balanced on his arm. He closed the door behind himself and walked over the gray landscape towards a small shelter. And this is where Morgan Porter's story begins.
Morgan Porter was trapped in this area with no hope of exit. He was trapped within a silence and emptiness that could never be quite filled. Even those voices that had tried to fool him remained silent. The City itself was the only being that brought the slightest hint of company.
After the first years The City began to regret it's decision to claim one of the last humans in existence. As the man had sunken into a deep despair that was not amusing in the least. He would stay curled up in a ball rocking in the corner muttering things about his mother and father and boredom. The City was angered at this as it required the human to live as long as possible so it could have the only thing it ever wanted. At this moment in time the human had dark circles under his eyes and hair much longer than before due to his reluctance to move from the spot.
After the second year brief fits of hysteria began to occur. Porter began to ramble about every person he had ever met. In between this he was still in the throes of despair. The City was beginning to lose hope that the young man would ever recover and tell it what it wanted to know. So The city hatched a rather half baked plan in it's moments of consciousness, to imbue life into the slowly dying Morgan Porter.
After the third year the hysteria had died. Porter was completely unresponsive, as if he was sleeping with his eyes wide open. The City was getting rather aggravated and decided in it's wisdom that it would do something it hadn't done for a very long time, converse with a victim. You see this very unlucky lucky young man was the only breathing human left in all the world and the ones beyond and The City needs a human to help it survive. So it had to use Porter. The City began to speak to Porter. It was painful at first as the crumbling and rusting town was not accustomed to forming words. It would say a few words here and there but nothing major and here it is having to talk for days nonstop. Having to ask painful question towards the man in order to get him to reply.
After the fourth year The City began to give up. Porter would only reply with hmn and mn and occasionally a tilt of the head. The City so far had told the man stories of its victims throughout the years, it had asked him questions about God and the nature of reality. However one question did break through the stupor if only slightly.
"Why won't you talk to me?" The City asked in a frustrated and crumbling voice as another piece of wall fell down.
In a voice very hoarse and crumbling like the city walls, one that spoke fine English due to The City's constant tales. "Because you aren't real."
The City was taken aback by the very notion of that, how could it not be real? After all the young Porter was sitting there, albeit that could not be proven due to this being an alternate reality, one without need for human things such as food or drink. The man looked up at the roof with his brown eye that was still deeply black ringed.
"I am just as real as you. I wish to ask you a question human." The City grumbled as another piece of roof fell down just beside Porter's feet.
Porter merely curled up in another position as an answer. I wonder how it must have felt to be wrapped up in this kind of place.
"How do you become human?" The City asked.
Only silence filled the space of the room. The City in an angry fit shook the man around until he crawled away. His hands collapsed beneath him and he choked on the aging dust of this city of emptiness that even time himself had forgotten. The moments were creeping by. He curled up just outside the door that had rotted long ago and breathed in more dead air. He nearly choked on the smell of the musk and elderly mold creeping on the walls.
"Leave me." He sighed as he choked on the words that were almost unfamiliar to his tongue.
"Tell me how do you become human. I do not wish to die here. Becoming something else like the others are is the only hope. Tell me the secret to humanity." The City begged as the pipes burst.
Morgan Porter stood up for the very first time in a very long time and fell down again. He pulled the hood over his ears in a desperate attempt to silence the voice. He wasn't doing very well with hearing voices begging him to reply after all this time when he heard only the ripping of a dying God and his own heartbeat.
After the fifth year The City had begun to ask the question constantly in a way impossible to ignore for it was that loud.
"Shut up." Porter whimpered as he pulled the hoodie around him tighter as it was the only means of security.
The City laughed.
"Do words bother you young human? I will talk until you tell me." It groaned as the fire finally burnt out.
"I want to wake up." Porter muttered.
"But you are not sleeping." The City replied as the bed springs struck out in agony of their own.
"Then I want to sleep." Porter coughed.
"You can sleep though." The City pointed out as the oven burst into flames.
"Can I die here?" Porter asked with more clarity than anyone would have thought someone could have mustered.
"From old age yes." The City replied after a bit of thought as the chimney fell in.
"I can age but I have no need for drink or water or rest or those other things." The brown eyed human thought out loud. "And how?"
"It's magic." The City laughed at the apparent foolishness.
"Magic? That seems like a lie. Are you telling me that I can never starve?" He asked it as he sat up for the first time in a very long time.
"Not inside this place, this is my heart, the outside however." The City laughed again.
Porter stood up and took his very first steps in a very long time. He wasn't too keen on waiting to die of age, after all that's a very long time. He walked very awkwardly with very strange steps and very deep breaths. The City was not impressed as it pushed a bookcase in front of the exit. The young man let out an anguished noise that sounded much more animal than many animals.
"You will not leave until you tell me the secret to humanity." The City snarled as the wind blew down the chimes on the porch and the windows exploded.
"I'm sorry but I don't make deals with cities. Now let me out or I will find a way to kill you before you rot to death." Porter cried with much more strength in the state of pining for death in a less painful way.
"We will see if this new found energy lasts long human!" The City laughed as the tree outside crashed down onto it's roof.
Porter laughed himself with the hoarse and crumbling voice. He stood up and began to walk from one side of the room to the another. The City chuckled inwardly as he paced in that weak way that was so hysterical.
After the sixth year Porter could walk again, he could talk properly as well. The hoarseness never left his voice though. Strange that. The City was still dying but this time it had hope for with the words and the steps that were taken every day the human thought clearly and had life breathed into him. Life out of the need for death. Is this what you call irony? I think so. The City asked him constantly the same question but Porter was always such a stubborn man he could not allow The City to get the best of him, even if he longed for death so.
After the seventh year Porter began to develop muscle tone as he he exercised constantly to rid himself of boredom. Anything to break up the seeming eternity was fine with him, even taking potshots with rubble at The City's skylight. Eventually the human with the red hair grew strong enough that he could push the bookshelf out of the way, but with the will to die strangely enough came the will to live. He had decided that he had lived to many years here to just die from starvation just outside this rotting city. As The City cried out for him to return as the skylight fell in and the remains of the roof collapsed and the floor sunk in leaving only the three walls and the brick pillar in the center. This time it was the human that laughed as he made his way towards the building in the distance.
After the eighth year Porter was speaking to himself, he had the most interesting conversations. He was eating old cans of food and attempting to repair a computer that had fried. The computer would be pointless to communicate but perhaps it would dull the boredom and stay the hand of the incoming thud of insanity. This human was considering death again but merely laughed it off. After all he said that he would not and he prided himself in the life before on never breaking a vow, even to himself. And so he suffered in a bitter spite.
After the ninth year the computer was repaired. He stood up and laughed at his work. It took him a very long time. He turned it on and began to check the files on it. A document marked The City made him grin as he clicked onto the file and it opened wide, showing it's belly.
'The City only lives as The Heart lives.' The file giggled. 'The Heart only lives as long as humanity lives. This is the only Fear that deals solely with one species as that was the issue within it's faulty wish. A wish to live. Those always backfire, don't they? If someone during the end of everything finds this I would like you to do me a favor and kill me. Smash in the building of The City, of me and release my soul to death. I am sorry. I am sorry if eventually I forget all traces of humanity and lose everything I once had.'
The computer shut down with an angry buzz and the now once again grinning and laughing Porter picked up a pipe in the corner. he was much stronger now. The City will fall.
He walked back to where the third chapter began and The city cried out for him.
"You've come back human! Teach me humanity!" It screamed.
Are not quite all there protagonist laughed. He threw off the hoodie and stood before The City.
"I promised that I would kill you because I hate you this much. And now the records on that computer have told me that you are suffering like I. I'm gonna put you out of your misery, that is mercy." Porter said as he smashed down the remains of the door frame.
"Mercy is the first part of humanity." He continued. "You have suffered and made me suffer for too long."
He smashed down the first wall.
"What stop! Please! I don't want to die!" The City cried as the pain struck where it's nerves could have been.
"Suffering is the second part of humanity." Porter mentioned. "You are begging me for life and I am living still even though I wanted death."
He smashed down the second wall.
"Stop! Stop!" It cried.
"The will to live is the third part of humanity." The young man frowned as he stood before the final wall that was already partially tore down.
"And finally I forgive you and I hope you will forgive me. Forgiveness is the fourth part of humanity. Let me put you out of your misery." He coughed out as he raised the pipe with a little tinge of sorrow.
"Why do you hate me?" The City asked in the begging voice of a man in poor health.
"I don't,"
"Why do you want me to die?"
"Because you are suffering and it can't be fixed."
"I hate you."
"Why?"
"Because you have everything I can not."
"I'm sorry."
"Liar." The City choked under the force of the pipe.
A scream rang out that chased everything away and wrecked the world itself. The only things remaining being Morgan Porter with the pipe fast in his hand and a small door, barely big enough for the man clutching to life. The door swung open and there stood another man in jeans and a white shirt. Our protagonist however was now terrified of the sight and throw his entire body into a swing on the other man. The man let out a yelp and grabbed the pipe with his bare hand. He smashed into the stomach of the hero and slung him over his shoulder.
"Everything will be alright ma'am." He said with a light and cheerful voice bursting with optimism.
"No it won't be." Porter said back with the hoarseness that will never vanish.
"And why not?" The Ace of Cups asked.
"Because you aren't real." Porter laughed with agony.
"Are you sure?" The Ace of Cups asked back.
"No. I am not sure of anything anymore."
"Okay. Let's get you out of here ma'am."
"Ma'am? You mean sir."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Human genders are hard to tell."
And with those words The Ace of Cups flung open the door and walked out with the red haired human balanced on his arm. He closed the door behind himself and walked over the gray landscape towards a small shelter. And this is where Morgan Porter's story begins.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Before the Bombing Part Two
I've been counting, all of them have said something so that means it's time to go. Is this some kind of joke? If it is it isn't funny. Then again from a different perspective it could be. It could be laughable. But not from mine. What am I doing? I should just run. Over a hill in the distance. Not very far away at all. Well I don't want to die before I have even had the chance to live so I think I just won't die. I guess I'll cross the hill. Even if I die anyway at least I got to try. If everything will just up and vanish there is no other way. A scream bursts out loud and deep.
"You can't do this!" A man with a large pair of ram horns complains.
"No they can not." A woman with long fangs agrees.
Am I the only human here? I guess so. Well I wonder how many people are allowed over the hill. I think I'll try to cross anyway, no matter the rules.
"We have no qualms about fighting you kids for our lives!" The ram man repeats.
"Listen, I know you are only children with no comprehension of what you do but I will not hesitate to tear you all to shreds." The fanged woman repeats.
If they have the ability to destroy everything then what makes anyone think that they are to be messed with? I have to see this first.
"Are you sure you really want ta do this babe?" The grinning man chuckles and he pulls at the corner of his mouth.
The fanged woman goes for his throat and is quickly swallowed whole by the grinning man. Time to go. I take off before anyone else processes what happens as my heels pound into the ground and dust surrounds myself a chorus of screams come from the area. Some of them less normal than others.
"Justice what are you doing?" The voice of the woman in white asks.
"You have all sinned so much in your lifetimes! I just can't take this anymore!" Justice hisses.
"You can't stop it without my help. Why here how about I turn up the blast radius? how about that?" The voice of the static eyed man laughs.
"Come down! What can she do?" The brute asks.
"This." Justice mutters,
A door slams shut and no more sound can be heard. All this is pointless. My heels carry me with adrenaline pumping through my entire body. The voice is very loud in my ears now.
"We want you to live. Understand yes?" Two high voices cry in sync. "The hill. The hill is a very good lie that is very true. So if you listen to us completely we will make sure that you survive. Agree?"
I've heard stories about two voices telling you things and I don't think I'll risk it. The hill is my only hope and I'm not inclined to go in circles on the whim of a pair of monsters in someone else's skin. I fling the device to the ground and it smashes dramatically. Fragile things. I would have thought that companies would have paid a lot of money to make sure that their devices didn't smash so easily. Well lucky for me. The voices are still buzzing in my ears. Damned.
"Did you honestly think that would work? We want to help you! Why are you being so rude?" They ask.
I ignore them once more and continue down my path over the hill.
"The hill is a lie. You can't trust Smok! He spreads lies!"
My heels hit against the ground as I begin to hum. The tune begins to waver and fade into a soft scream. I stop instantly. They are changing my perception of sound. Smart things. But I won't be stopped that easily. If I was to be stopped that simply then what type of man would I be?
"What are you doing? Our way is better way!"
The hill is much closer now. A young Hispanic woman is petting the covering over her eye and humming on her time. The humming is drowned out by the voices.
"No! Do not go there!"
The woman was with the group when she blasted over the hill with a speed I have never seen. She's very unusual. I'll go anyway. I continue towards the hill while my feet cause a flurry of dust that's blinding me. I try to wipe it out of my eyes but stick myself.
"Stupid! Stop!"
I hit my forehead against the large hill. I can't feel my legs. I really should have exercised more. I step unto the hill and start running up it. Much harder than going flat.
"Stop!"
I ran up as the voices screamed for me to stop. What makes anyone think I'll stop? I want to live. The woman stares at me with one eye without a pupil she snickers.
"Where do you think you're goin?" She asks with an accent.
I don't reply and she sneers before jogging by my side.
"Over the hill?" She answers herself. "I guess you've actually got a brain. Poor thing. There's nothing over the hill. You're going to die."
The woman blasts back down with speed. The two voices have silenced themselves it seems. I'm t the top. Look at that. The woman has vanished completely but I can see something large and white in the background. I guess I'm going there.
I begin my descent. It's much easier; I'm almost skating on the ground. The voices flare back up.
"You want to live yes? Then stop! Life is not down there! Just listen to us Zoey."
I finally open my mouth to speak.
"I'm not Zoey." Is all that comes out.
The two voices are quiet once more.I continue down the hill and the white shape grows larger. It looks strange. Like a door. What's a door doing out here standing on it's own without hinges or any other means of support? Something's wrong. Wait I remember stories about doors! I run downwards and stare at it in awe. The blast should be coming soon. Is the door the way?
"Zoey the door is dangerous! Stop!"
I open the door and a world covered in shadows is before me. I open the door and walk in and the world fades completely. The door slams shut behind me. Where am I? Is anyone else here? I press my ear against the door and listen for the bang. There is no bang, only a small hiss. The door fades from vision.
"Is anyone here?" I ask the world.
The world answers back with a voice of brick and mortar. "Only I."
I frown and sit down. I wish I didn't break my Music Portal. I wonder if I'll die from boredom.
"Can I leave?" I ask.
"Maybe."
"Will you let me?"
"No."
The world changes and I'm somewhere else. I guess I should have listened to the voices but they probably didn't have my interests at heart either. I guess I'll have to find another door.
"You can't do this!" A man with a large pair of ram horns complains.
"No they can not." A woman with long fangs agrees.
Am I the only human here? I guess so. Well I wonder how many people are allowed over the hill. I think I'll try to cross anyway, no matter the rules.
"We have no qualms about fighting you kids for our lives!" The ram man repeats.
"Listen, I know you are only children with no comprehension of what you do but I will not hesitate to tear you all to shreds." The fanged woman repeats.
If they have the ability to destroy everything then what makes anyone think that they are to be messed with? I have to see this first.
"Are you sure you really want ta do this babe?" The grinning man chuckles and he pulls at the corner of his mouth.
The fanged woman goes for his throat and is quickly swallowed whole by the grinning man. Time to go. I take off before anyone else processes what happens as my heels pound into the ground and dust surrounds myself a chorus of screams come from the area. Some of them less normal than others.
"Justice what are you doing?" The voice of the woman in white asks.
"You have all sinned so much in your lifetimes! I just can't take this anymore!" Justice hisses.
"You can't stop it without my help. Why here how about I turn up the blast radius? how about that?" The voice of the static eyed man laughs.
"Come down! What can she do?" The brute asks.
"This." Justice mutters,
A door slams shut and no more sound can be heard. All this is pointless. My heels carry me with adrenaline pumping through my entire body. The voice is very loud in my ears now.
"We want you to live. Understand yes?" Two high voices cry in sync. "The hill. The hill is a very good lie that is very true. So if you listen to us completely we will make sure that you survive. Agree?"
I've heard stories about two voices telling you things and I don't think I'll risk it. The hill is my only hope and I'm not inclined to go in circles on the whim of a pair of monsters in someone else's skin. I fling the device to the ground and it smashes dramatically. Fragile things. I would have thought that companies would have paid a lot of money to make sure that their devices didn't smash so easily. Well lucky for me. The voices are still buzzing in my ears. Damned.
"Did you honestly think that would work? We want to help you! Why are you being so rude?" They ask.
I ignore them once more and continue down my path over the hill.
"The hill is a lie. You can't trust Smok! He spreads lies!"
My heels hit against the ground as I begin to hum. The tune begins to waver and fade into a soft scream. I stop instantly. They are changing my perception of sound. Smart things. But I won't be stopped that easily. If I was to be stopped that simply then what type of man would I be?
"What are you doing? Our way is better way!"
The hill is much closer now. A young Hispanic woman is petting the covering over her eye and humming on her time. The humming is drowned out by the voices.
"No! Do not go there!"
The woman was with the group when she blasted over the hill with a speed I have never seen. She's very unusual. I'll go anyway. I continue towards the hill while my feet cause a flurry of dust that's blinding me. I try to wipe it out of my eyes but stick myself.
"Stupid! Stop!"
I hit my forehead against the large hill. I can't feel my legs. I really should have exercised more. I step unto the hill and start running up it. Much harder than going flat.
"Stop!"
I ran up as the voices screamed for me to stop. What makes anyone think I'll stop? I want to live. The woman stares at me with one eye without a pupil she snickers.
"Where do you think you're goin?" She asks with an accent.
I don't reply and she sneers before jogging by my side.
"Over the hill?" She answers herself. "I guess you've actually got a brain. Poor thing. There's nothing over the hill. You're going to die."
The woman blasts back down with speed. The two voices have silenced themselves it seems. I'm t the top. Look at that. The woman has vanished completely but I can see something large and white in the background. I guess I'm going there.
I begin my descent. It's much easier; I'm almost skating on the ground. The voices flare back up.
"You want to live yes? Then stop! Life is not down there! Just listen to us Zoey."
I finally open my mouth to speak.
"I'm not Zoey." Is all that comes out.
The two voices are quiet once more.I continue down the hill and the white shape grows larger. It looks strange. Like a door. What's a door doing out here standing on it's own without hinges or any other means of support? Something's wrong. Wait I remember stories about doors! I run downwards and stare at it in awe. The blast should be coming soon. Is the door the way?
"Zoey the door is dangerous! Stop!"
I open the door and a world covered in shadows is before me. I open the door and walk in and the world fades completely. The door slams shut behind me. Where am I? Is anyone else here? I press my ear against the door and listen for the bang. There is no bang, only a small hiss. The door fades from vision.
"Is anyone here?" I ask the world.
The world answers back with a voice of brick and mortar. "Only I."
I frown and sit down. I wish I didn't break my Music Portal. I wonder if I'll die from boredom.
"Can I leave?" I ask.
"Maybe."
"Will you let me?"
"No."
The world changes and I'm somewhere else. I guess I should have listened to the voices but they probably didn't have my interests at heart either. I guess I'll have to find another door.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Before the Bombing Part One
Once upon a time about ten years ago there was a young man of age eighteen. He was coming back from a particularly painful experience that rendered him uncomfortable in his own skin but that story is for a later date. With anger burned into his eyes the young man growling and grumbling took a short cut home through a back road. With his portable music device the young man sighed overly dramatically. On the device a deep man's voice was almost screaming.
"I'm sorry to say but today the world is going to end." He controls himself.
The anger fades to denial and then to sadness and back to anger.
"The world ends before I even get to enjoy life! Course!" The man laughs.
Whether or not he knew it was real I do not know but maybe he was suppressing it as humans seem to do. Regardless whether or not he believe Porter continued down his set path with a deep frown. The audio continued to play a chorus of sorrys and lies and fractured sobs and screams. On the road there was a door that he didn't see. A large oak door about nine feet tall and nine feet wide. And through it all manners of strange beings exited. You see Porter was not the luckiest man and so he wandered straight into a public meeting of Major Arcana. Well it can be excused as the road was not that desolate and not that far off. Why many other persons that were taking the long way home were there. Porter is just the one that lived. Honestly though it could have been any other person. So maybe Porter is the luckiest man in the end.
As I was saying through this door came many beings that came to tell the world of it's fate. After all they were the ones that organized the end of the world as humans and the other beings that populated the world knew it. Oh I forgot to mention that humans are not the only beings on this world, we have angels and demons and chimera and vampires and werewolves and fairies and fey and brownies and elves and witches and many more. And even humans can be gifted with magic and psychic abilities. As I was saying these beings came to deliver a message. I suppose you wish to hear it. I can do that.
Right, before I tell you the brief tale of the world's end let's discuss the beings in the crowd. You know them as the Fears, The Phobic Representations, The Fossils and many other names. In the terms of your simplest words for them ours consists of: The Smiling Man, The Ivory Woman, The Eye, The RedCap, The Wooden Girl, The Archangel, Nobody, The Convocation, The Brute, The Cold Boy, The Vision, The Eye, The Burning Bride, The Slender Man, The Manufactured Newborn, Jack the Hand, The Rake, The Choir, The Nameless Child, The Glitch and Smok. Others are not here as they have not yet been born but one day they will be joined by The Grotesque and The Dying Man but not yet. Anyway in this world I can not tell you all the name currently as that is the job of Exposition not The Narrator and I have already explained too much. On with the tale.
"Hello humanity!" Strength shouted at the top of her lungs, throwing her arms back with drama burning through her gray skin.
"And multiple other beings that I don't have in my hard drive." Temperance waved sheepishly before being shoved away by The Hanged Man.
"We have something to say!" The laughing Tower screamed even louder than the buff Strength.
"The world as you know it, though ya prolly a'ready know, is gonna freaking go boom!" The Fool chuckled as he pulled at the stitches binding his large trap shut.
"Um that's not exactly right von Hart." Judgement corrected The Fool as he brushes the loose red hair behind his ears. "Actually the bomb will be let off on all large countries but only large countries and it will kill off exactly fifty percent of lifeforms on the planet. However as this is far superior to the human bombs as it was developed by me so it will only destroy most living things. Most of the landscape will be left unharmed. However it will greatly damage the environment and leave most plant life grayed as well as pollute the sky. It may also possibly completely destroy the planet if we are not careful. Or even worse we may have a case of fragmentation with several pieces of the planet raising above the previous surface completely changing the face of the earth as well as damaging more life forms than we intended and ruining the landscape and the pollution will never be stopped. The chances of that happening is about thirty eight point six percent. Oh who am I kidding, you're all screwed."
"Zero don't be such an obnoxious bastard, everyone knows you cheated in building it and used magic. It's okay, I still love ya!" The Devil chuckled herself as she ruffled the red hair that Judgement had so carefully put behind his ears.
"Don't matter if everyone dies! I am immortal after all! Hear that? I'm gonna live for-ever!" The Tower laughed hysterically while ripping his own chest open.
At the sight people began to actually believe that the world was ending. Mass panic began, in front of about twenty predators that prey off of human fear.
"No need to Fear people. I am your new leader, Divine Wright and I will make sure that you are all as safe as possible under my rule. However... some people have to die for the world to change. Think of it as.... collateral damage. However I promise that all the dead will have the proper respect and even afterlife if you choose me as your ruler!" The Hierophant rants as her legs twitch involuntary.
"Yes as after all you all vant to be ruled by a complete sociopath." The World smirked as he took the center stage. "As my dear father said you are screwed. Face it. Get over the despair that's bound to follow and grow up. Crying is useless. If you want to live run to that hill over there.... but not yet. After each one of use has had our talk. I suppose this counts as mine but vhatever."
"I swear this wasn't my idea!" The Hanged Man sobbed into Porter's face.
Porter twitched and shook him off. Oh my, I forgot something again! I guess that I'm not as serious a narrator as I had thought. Porter is a young man of eighteen with brown eyes and red hair. He's a bit on the short side and very skinny. He keeps his hair long and uses it to cover his face. Currently he's wearing a pair of fairly durable jeans and the iconic hoodie that you worship in your world. Back to the tale.
"Of course you aren't smart enough to come up with this kind a plan black cat baby!" The Empress giggled as she pushed down her sunglasses revealing a pair of bright yellow eyes. "Anyways it wasn't my idea either but I'm not saying nothing bought it. It's freaking awesome! A world for the taking eh? My kind a deal! Heeeeeey, I don't expect no chatter from any of yeah's either! I'm way better than the stuffy ol' snake Wright. Eh? Eh? So follow mau and I won't drain you!"
"Hello I am Faith Bindler. I am an ally to Divine Wright and have every intention of helping her enforce her will." The High Priestess smiled as she rolled the eye from the top of her head down. "Let us have an understanding, I see all, I hear all and I know all. I can see your sins layed out bare. And it is my job to punish them and silence your lies! Even if I have to stitch your sinning lips shut!"
"Hello I am Justice Bindler and my stupid sister knows not what she says. The only true path is Justice! Which I will enforce much better. Your guilt, your pain, your sins, I can FEEL them and I will make sure that EVERYONE feels them and that you FEEL them and I will make sure that no one commits sin AGAIN!" Justice crids as an impression of an eye presses against her blindfold.
"We are the Kagome Twins! We control the area of voice and word. We wish for all musical entertainers and writers to come to us and let us take your ability? Ka-kay?" The Moon sung with a small dance and a swing of the paper fans.
"I am Lilliaaaaaan, you know it! Ah? And under my rule, everybody vill become bird! Ze birds vill crawl under your skin as nests and you vill know the bird!" The Chariot communicated as he floated up and spins around.
"Yes, yes. I'm so sure you aw wanna fowow the compwetely insane eldrich abominations. I am Mark Foorke and pwease don' fowow me. It's ridiculous. I just wanna go to sweep and not worry about whether or not Wight's gonna send Timberwolves ta kill me, so yup." The Magician sighed as he shoved up his glasses before tripping over the air and face planting.
"I speak bad English." The Hermit muttered before walking off to sit alone.
"I'm Coraline Jones and I'm a sparkly precious princess and everyone should rove me!" The Sun smiled
"Why wasn't I invited to the end of the world?" The Emperor pouted as he stormed the area.
People were not sure whether to take this seriously again. After all these so called Major Arcana were behaving in a manner reserved for spoilt children and teenagers. Of course it could always be the Unseelies Court. Yes that's what they ended up believing. Well everyone but Porter, the young conspiracy theorist did not believe that they were the Unseelies Court for one second.
"Because you suck and no one likes you." The Lovers snickered before blasting off over the hill like nobody's business.
"Mistress Wright wishes for you all to submit to her will and I will do such if you do not. Other than that there is nothing for me to say. Have a nice day!" The Wheel of Fortune giggled waving her hands, mostly nails, towards the persons taking in all the sight with their in-eye cameras.
Death in the back did not say anything but instead smiled and vanished into the scenery.
And this my friends is where the bombing began and the world ended but Porter's life began.
"I'm sorry to say but today the world is going to end." He controls himself.
The anger fades to denial and then to sadness and back to anger.
"The world ends before I even get to enjoy life! Course!" The man laughs.
Whether or not he knew it was real I do not know but maybe he was suppressing it as humans seem to do. Regardless whether or not he believe Porter continued down his set path with a deep frown. The audio continued to play a chorus of sorrys and lies and fractured sobs and screams. On the road there was a door that he didn't see. A large oak door about nine feet tall and nine feet wide. And through it all manners of strange beings exited. You see Porter was not the luckiest man and so he wandered straight into a public meeting of Major Arcana. Well it can be excused as the road was not that desolate and not that far off. Why many other persons that were taking the long way home were there. Porter is just the one that lived. Honestly though it could have been any other person. So maybe Porter is the luckiest man in the end.
As I was saying through this door came many beings that came to tell the world of it's fate. After all they were the ones that organized the end of the world as humans and the other beings that populated the world knew it. Oh I forgot to mention that humans are not the only beings on this world, we have angels and demons and chimera and vampires and werewolves and fairies and fey and brownies and elves and witches and many more. And even humans can be gifted with magic and psychic abilities. As I was saying these beings came to deliver a message. I suppose you wish to hear it. I can do that.
Right, before I tell you the brief tale of the world's end let's discuss the beings in the crowd. You know them as the Fears, The Phobic Representations, The Fossils and many other names. In the terms of your simplest words for them ours consists of: The Smiling Man, The Ivory Woman, The Eye, The RedCap, The Wooden Girl, The Archangel, Nobody, The Convocation, The Brute, The Cold Boy, The Vision, The Eye, The Burning Bride, The Slender Man, The Manufactured Newborn, Jack the Hand, The Rake, The Choir, The Nameless Child, The Glitch and Smok. Others are not here as they have not yet been born but one day they will be joined by The Grotesque and The Dying Man but not yet. Anyway in this world I can not tell you all the name currently as that is the job of Exposition not The Narrator and I have already explained too much. On with the tale.
"Hello humanity!" Strength shouted at the top of her lungs, throwing her arms back with drama burning through her gray skin.
"And multiple other beings that I don't have in my hard drive." Temperance waved sheepishly before being shoved away by The Hanged Man.
"We have something to say!" The laughing Tower screamed even louder than the buff Strength.
"The world as you know it, though ya prolly a'ready know, is gonna freaking go boom!" The Fool chuckled as he pulled at the stitches binding his large trap shut.
"Um that's not exactly right von Hart." Judgement corrected The Fool as he brushes the loose red hair behind his ears. "Actually the bomb will be let off on all large countries but only large countries and it will kill off exactly fifty percent of lifeforms on the planet. However as this is far superior to the human bombs as it was developed by me so it will only destroy most living things. Most of the landscape will be left unharmed. However it will greatly damage the environment and leave most plant life grayed as well as pollute the sky. It may also possibly completely destroy the planet if we are not careful. Or even worse we may have a case of fragmentation with several pieces of the planet raising above the previous surface completely changing the face of the earth as well as damaging more life forms than we intended and ruining the landscape and the pollution will never be stopped. The chances of that happening is about thirty eight point six percent. Oh who am I kidding, you're all screwed."
"Zero don't be such an obnoxious bastard, everyone knows you cheated in building it and used magic. It's okay, I still love ya!" The Devil chuckled herself as she ruffled the red hair that Judgement had so carefully put behind his ears.
"Don't matter if everyone dies! I am immortal after all! Hear that? I'm gonna live for-ever!" The Tower laughed hysterically while ripping his own chest open.
At the sight people began to actually believe that the world was ending. Mass panic began, in front of about twenty predators that prey off of human fear.
"No need to Fear people. I am your new leader, Divine Wright and I will make sure that you are all as safe as possible under my rule. However... some people have to die for the world to change. Think of it as.... collateral damage. However I promise that all the dead will have the proper respect and even afterlife if you choose me as your ruler!" The Hierophant rants as her legs twitch involuntary.
"Yes as after all you all vant to be ruled by a complete sociopath." The World smirked as he took the center stage. "As my dear father said you are screwed. Face it. Get over the despair that's bound to follow and grow up. Crying is useless. If you want to live run to that hill over there.... but not yet. After each one of use has had our talk. I suppose this counts as mine but vhatever."
"I swear this wasn't my idea!" The Hanged Man sobbed into Porter's face.
Porter twitched and shook him off. Oh my, I forgot something again! I guess that I'm not as serious a narrator as I had thought. Porter is a young man of eighteen with brown eyes and red hair. He's a bit on the short side and very skinny. He keeps his hair long and uses it to cover his face. Currently he's wearing a pair of fairly durable jeans and the iconic hoodie that you worship in your world. Back to the tale.
"Of course you aren't smart enough to come up with this kind a plan black cat baby!" The Empress giggled as she pushed down her sunglasses revealing a pair of bright yellow eyes. "Anyways it wasn't my idea either but I'm not saying nothing bought it. It's freaking awesome! A world for the taking eh? My kind a deal! Heeeeeey, I don't expect no chatter from any of yeah's either! I'm way better than the stuffy ol' snake Wright. Eh? Eh? So follow mau and I won't drain you!"
"Hello I am Faith Bindler. I am an ally to Divine Wright and have every intention of helping her enforce her will." The High Priestess smiled as she rolled the eye from the top of her head down. "Let us have an understanding, I see all, I hear all and I know all. I can see your sins layed out bare. And it is my job to punish them and silence your lies! Even if I have to stitch your sinning lips shut!"
"Hello I am Justice Bindler and my stupid sister knows not what she says. The only true path is Justice! Which I will enforce much better. Your guilt, your pain, your sins, I can FEEL them and I will make sure that EVERYONE feels them and that you FEEL them and I will make sure that no one commits sin AGAIN!" Justice crids as an impression of an eye presses against her blindfold.
"We are the Kagome Twins! We control the area of voice and word. We wish for all musical entertainers and writers to come to us and let us take your ability? Ka-kay?" The Moon sung with a small dance and a swing of the paper fans.
"I am Lilliaaaaaan, you know it! Ah? And under my rule, everybody vill become bird! Ze birds vill crawl under your skin as nests and you vill know the bird!" The Chariot communicated as he floated up and spins around.
"Yes, yes. I'm so sure you aw wanna fowow the compwetely insane eldrich abominations. I am Mark Foorke and pwease don' fowow me. It's ridiculous. I just wanna go to sweep and not worry about whether or not Wight's gonna send Timberwolves ta kill me, so yup." The Magician sighed as he shoved up his glasses before tripping over the air and face planting.
"I speak bad English." The Hermit muttered before walking off to sit alone.
"I'm Coraline Jones and I'm a sparkly precious princess and everyone should rove me!" The Sun smiled
"Why wasn't I invited to the end of the world?" The Emperor pouted as he stormed the area.
People were not sure whether to take this seriously again. After all these so called Major Arcana were behaving in a manner reserved for spoilt children and teenagers. Of course it could always be the Unseelies Court. Yes that's what they ended up believing. Well everyone but Porter, the young conspiracy theorist did not believe that they were the Unseelies Court for one second.
"Because you suck and no one likes you." The Lovers snickered before blasting off over the hill like nobody's business.
"Mistress Wright wishes for you all to submit to her will and I will do such if you do not. Other than that there is nothing for me to say. Have a nice day!" The Wheel of Fortune giggled waving her hands, mostly nails, towards the persons taking in all the sight with their in-eye cameras.
Death in the back did not say anything but instead smiled and vanished into the scenery.
And this my friends is where the bombing began and the world ended but Porter's life began.
Introduction
As you already know this story is the tale of Morgan Porter. But it is not just his story. In this story we have white and we have black and every colour in between including a brilliant red and a fading purple and even a sly green as not everything is monochrome in this tale.
The people to appear in this story are but a few of the Minor and Major Arcana and but a few cards in an endless deck that a force that you may know plays with on a whim. Yes this story is only a part of the main but with the voices that were snuffed out as the speakers and the dancers.
I will be your narrator today. Yes, yes I am aware that many of these stories are narrated by humans but I wished and I wished and I wished and I begged to be allowed to narrate a human's story just this once. And I am the narrator. However I had to compromise so our heroes, if they can be called that also narrate in a strange way that even I can comprehend. So let's go back in time to the very beginning of the tale. Well not the very beginning as the beginning was very, very long ago. In eighteen sixty three to be exact. No, no we won't go to the very beginning of the tale as the tale truly belongs to a Major Arcana. No, no this small tale on the side started ten years ago on a back road somewhere in the former U.S for a young Morgan Porter.
The people to appear in this story are but a few of the Minor and Major Arcana and but a few cards in an endless deck that a force that you may know plays with on a whim. Yes this story is only a part of the main but with the voices that were snuffed out as the speakers and the dancers.
I will be your narrator today. Yes, yes I am aware that many of these stories are narrated by humans but I wished and I wished and I wished and I begged to be allowed to narrate a human's story just this once. And I am the narrator. However I had to compromise so our heroes, if they can be called that also narrate in a strange way that even I can comprehend. So let's go back in time to the very beginning of the tale. Well not the very beginning as the beginning was very, very long ago. In eighteen sixty three to be exact. No, no we won't go to the very beginning of the tale as the tale truly belongs to a Major Arcana. No, no this small tale on the side started ten years ago on a back road somewhere in the former U.S for a young Morgan Porter.
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