its dieing time in the season. everything dies in october. the trees, the grass. it does not sleep through winter, it perishes. come spring it shall be reborn. from the decay, it will feed upon it's self. the corpse will nuture the body. this is the way. i am as this. i do not doze off at night. i die. i fade from existence. and await the mourning and rebirth.
Xandor> must it be?
?> it will always be so, this is our way. fear not, poor puppy. think not of the pain, but the beuty, your sacrifice, it is beutiful to us.
(Xandor stands in a dark place, he holds a knife. The thing speaking to him hides within a black cloak. it's face is unseeable. it's voice vibrates on deep soothing frequences, calming, hypnotic. i call it it, but it is not an it, it is many.)
Xamdor> I do not like the sight of my own blood. call it a weakness. it forces me to become mortal. pain shatters my waking dream. makes me conscience. i do not like it.
(if it had a mouth it would be smileing gentle.)
?> our little puppy. you are precious. when it is over, your dream will become the world. this world will be a forgotten nightmare. our puppy. our lovely little thing.
Xandor> for you then. i will do it for you.
(his left hand slips swifly by his right. the blood trickles slowly. drizzling like water from rain gutters. on to the floor. on to the symbol. illuminating the circle. Xandor cannot help but to shake, to shiver. light rises like steam. it caresses him, filling his lungs and ears. he is not at this moment. he is now everything.)
?> invoke the light. haste not in waking from this dream, puppy, allow it to alter you. it will prepare you for what lies beyond.
i lie awake at times. not willing to give up on this life so quickly. unprepared for reincarnation. i walk through the events of the day. before they become memories. i fear sleep. what if i loose myself in a dream, and am unable to return to conscienceness. what if i never return, if i wake up and find, i'm someone else. i do not enjoy these moments.
Tim> i love this time of year. it's perfect here, in the autumn, i wish i could never leave.
El> you only say this because you know spring will come.
Tim> how so?
El> sleep always looks apealing. till the night when you realize, you can never wake up.
Tim> that isn't really something i'm ever going to worry about. it seems i will always wake up.
El> so you will.(El stands. they sit upon a hill. it over looks a park. they are watching a sunset.) are you ready?
Tim> as i'll ever be. El, when this is over, i mean, all over. will i be able to die then?
El> this isn't really the kind of thing that ends tim. however, i suppose, if it were to end.
Tim> might as well enjoy it while it lasts then.(tim stands now too. he brushes off.) take advantage of this gift while i have it.
El> thats the spirit. good luck tim. oh and don't forget. all of them, now. no exceptions.
i am slipping away. into the dark. i hope for nightmares. i run to the terror. so i can awake in a better place. i do not care for good dreams. reality never lives up to them. i want to look forward to waking. since it is inevitable. winter should exist, in order to sweaten summer.
(the wood of the door frame shatters when tim kicks it in. he is stronger then he remembers. they are sitting on the couch. resting.)
Tim> whos zandor?
that one> who the fuck are you?
Tim> which one of you is zandor?
(they are amused. but not enough to allow this to continue.)
BANG
(the bullet wispers something into tim's ear. he falls.)
the other one> well done. welp (he says while standing) better give me a hand with him. we'll put him in the dumpster out back n i'll have jimmy pick'm up tomorow.
that one> yaya. hmphf! (he hoists the empty frame up over his shoulder.) i wonder what this dick head wanted with Xandor anyhow?
the other one> no way to know now.
that one> think he'll be pissed?
the other one> who? him. (he opens the door for his load bearing brotheren) wouldn't you be if someone shot you?
that one> not him. (they are now in the back of the building he drops tim on the gravel and heads to open the trash bin) Xandor, do you think Xandors gonna be pissed about offing this cat right there in the living room?
the other one> i dunno. the guy just sorta broke in like, not much else we could've done. right?
that one> maybe so, but you know the rules. 'no killing in the house'. no exceptions.
Tim> no exceptions.
(they spin around. they are not without shock, and thier faces show it. that one reaches behind him for the gun that is now in Tim's hand.)
Tim> Don't forget (he raises the mettalic hunk of shinny death) all of them, no exceptions. (*CLICK*) no survivers.
