REVELATIONS - Cold Morn
" Your embrace will bring forth my lust for you and when you realize I have what I wanted, you will seize to believe in what true love really is or in what power lies beside this gravestone we worship with our minds"
"Marchand, stop speaking in tongues. I cannot understand a word you are saying. It's like you're preaching to the dead guy. He didn't mean this much to you when he was alive. But why now? Why must you pay your gratitude to a gravestone when the corpse despised you?"
"This is my father! And although I hated him with a passion, now that he's dead there is not a single trace of hate inside me and I to despise him for ridding my emotions. MY WILL TO LIVE HAS ENDED! NOW, IN THIS PLACE I SHALL BID GOODBYE TO ALL WHAT IS TRUE AND ALL WHAT IS FALSE. I BID ADIEU TO SAINTS OF THIS ROTTEN KINGDOM AND I SHALL FIND MY LIFE SOMEWHERE ELSE! WITH SOMEONE TO TRUST. BEHOLD! COME FORTH MY FATHER AND RID ME OF MY STAY. BANISH ME FROM YOUR KINGDOM AND LET ME LIVE WITH THE ANGER YOU PUT ON MY HEAD!"
"Marchand ... you are really creeping me out. You are speaking like a friar but your pheromones are active. You lost Marchand, face it."
"I haven't lost till I say so Puget. I will depart this place; you shall join me."
"I shall do no such thing. I have a family who loves me".
"Then what am i? Am I not your family? Do I not love you like a brother?"
"You do".
"Then let us depart."
Strolling away, I could feel the anger building around Marchand. His hair glistened in the ashtray clouds, crimson red eyes that reflected his surroundings, polished silver fangs; enticing me to my wholesome predator and his silhouette: long, thin and opaque. He gave me his hand and I held it all the way to the end of the boulevard. A portal was waiting for us. Marchand's father had heard his malevolent cries. I didn't know where I was going but Marchand seemed to know every step and every trace of his surroundings. It was like he's been here before. But where is here. The skies are blue with white clouds, the streets are paved with stones and tarmac. There are things walking, some running and some riding. Their faces covered in what seemed like rubber. Some had dark rubber and some had light. The alley we stood in was covered with dead flowers and the light never seemed to shine.
"Marchand, where have you brought me?"
"I don't know yet. But it seems like a good place for a new beginning. Don't you think?"
"No".
"Well you're opinion doesn't matter. Here, change into this."
Marchand handed me a blank card. He had one of his own and I watched him tear the plastic covering off it. I did the same and as I touched the card, it captured and took over my body. I looked at Marchand. He looked like one of them. A pale rubber faced thing. He looked younger than 170 winters. His shattered cloak and knuckled boots were missing. Instead, he was now covered in what I couldn't describe.
"What are you wearing Marchand? You look horrid"
