Post by somewhatpoetic on Dec 15, 2005 21:22:19 GMT -8
The Way Things Go
The leaves rustle in the cool autumn breeze as a child rides a bright pink bike down the paved street. This scene has occurred many times over in any normal neighborhood, this neighborhood, however has a deadly secret. They all know it but none ever discuses it. What blasphemy that would be!
The child, a girl named Mary, lets her hair fly in the wind, feeling one of the few freedoms she will ever experience. She loves taking her morning rides away from all the grown-ups and their secret glances towards the mysterious shed. That shed has been the focal point of her life, of everyone’s life in the neighborhood. As she rode, the history of the neighborhood played in her mind, due to the constant retellings form her parents.
A zealous preacher, later called Sacerdote Cain, established a small selective mission. As settlers moved west he saved the ones he deemed savable from the dirty desperate lot that trudged past. The ones worthy set down permanent roots with the good Sacerdote. The little mission soon grew into an isolated village. Sacerdote after Sacerdote took over leading Cain’s people after he passed. The little village weathered the passing of time and transformed into a modern neighborhood. The rouge members that left the town with no intention of returning died horrible deaths in freak accidents. “The deaths weren’t freak accidents,” her mother had whispered late at night in Mary’s ear, “It was the wrath of Sacerdote Cain. He, such a powerful Sacerdote, could punish his followers even from the grave. Cain is always very kind to those loyal to him though.” Mary’s mother would finish quickly.
This morning is special though; this is the morning that everything changes for little Mary. She enters the shed tonight. Today is her initiation day. As she slides her bike into its place in the garage her mother comes out and they start the rituals that commence before the sacred act.
Her cleansing bath, the ancient prayers, the ceremonial clothes, and the exotic perfumes wrap her in a world she has never imagined. Never has she seen her parents act this way. They seem both uncontrollably excited and intolerably afraid at the same time.
Finally the moment had come. It seemed that Mary’s whole life had been leading up to this moment. Her stomach lurched as the grave procession led her to the shed. The shed seemed to be changing though; she really did not know why she had thought it to be a shed at all. The “shed” looked imperial. The rusty, sliding doors were now decorated double doors with ancient symbols, which might have looked like rust in a different time, glowed inhumanly. The droopy flowers that had surrounded the shed had blossomed in colors too exotic and brilliant to bloom in the southwest. The roof arched as if it had taken a deep breath of anticipation, waiting for what is to come.
“You may now enter,” someone said to Mary in a deep, mournful voice. She was too in awe to notice who had spoken.
The double doors opened and a pale blue light greeted her. As she stepped into the light the doors closed silently behind her. A miraculously beautiful face looked at Mary and she fell to her knees.
“MARY…” it boomed, “MARY, DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU WISH TO FOLLOW MY WILL UNTIL THE DAY I DECIDE IT IS YOUR TIME TO LEAVE THIS WORLD.”
“Yes, yes!” she gasped as tears sprang to her eyes in admiration and joy. Oh how wonderful this is, how beautiful life will be now! Mary thought.
“THEN YOU MUST SAY IT KNOWING FULL WELL WHAT I AM.” all of a sudden the air got extremely thick and Mary started choking on the heavy atmosphere. She soon forgot all about her burning lungs as she saw what her god really was. Gory deeds flashed before her young eyes that killed her sweet innocence. Mary saw Mr. Akins, her next-door neighbor; kidnap a bum from a dark ally way with thoughts of torture in his mind. The next moment Mary was watching Samantha, her baby sitter, sacrifice a small baby on a hidden alter. The images kept flashing by, each worse than the last one.
“SEE ME!” it yelled, “SEE ALL OF ME! NOW WORSHIP ME! WORSHIP ME, SAY IT TRUE NOW THAT YOU UNDERSTAND.”
Mary’s thoughts whirled, how can this be? How can everyone I love worship…this? But that’s what finally got her, her last bit of young belief of believing that your elders are always right. That and the burning desire to live and not die of suffocation convinced her to accept it in the end. So she chose a life of damned slavery rather than the chance of salvation in death.
“Yes, yes! I say true this time! I will, I will!”
“AHHH…GOOOOD…” it purred, “NOW HERE IS MY OWN LITTLE INITIATION. IT IS DIFFERENT FOR EVERY PERSON, BUT I FEEL SOMETHING IN YOU, SOMETHING DEFIANT. YOU SHALL HAVE A DIFFICULT ASSIGNMENT. YOU SHALL KILL THE TWO PEOPLE YOU LOVE THE MOST IN MY HONOR! AND IF YOU DO NOT DO WHAT I HAVE COMMANDED BY THE NEXT FULL MOON, 5 PEOPLE SHALL DIE THAT ARE CLOSE TO YOU. SO YOU SEE, YOU REALLY HAVE NO CHOICE.”
An anguished moan erupted form her lips in horrible understanding of what she had accepted. Mary crumbled to the floor moaning, “nooooo…nooooo…nooooo…”
A bubbling laugh bombarded her senses, “YES, O YES!” it screamed insanely and the laughing destroyed her with each wave that roared through her miserable frame.
The leaves rustle in the cool autumn breeze as a child rides a bright pink bike down the paved street. This scene has occurred many times over in any normal neighborhood, this neighborhood, however has a deadly secret. They all know it but none ever discuses it. What blasphemy that would be!
The child, a girl named Mary, lets her hair fly in the wind, feeling one of the few freedoms she will ever experience. She loves taking her morning rides away from all the grown-ups and their secret glances towards the mysterious shed. That shed has been the focal point of her life, of everyone’s life in the neighborhood. As she rode, the history of the neighborhood played in her mind, due to the constant retellings form her parents.
A zealous preacher, later called Sacerdote Cain, established a small selective mission. As settlers moved west he saved the ones he deemed savable from the dirty desperate lot that trudged past. The ones worthy set down permanent roots with the good Sacerdote. The little mission soon grew into an isolated village. Sacerdote after Sacerdote took over leading Cain’s people after he passed. The little village weathered the passing of time and transformed into a modern neighborhood. The rouge members that left the town with no intention of returning died horrible deaths in freak accidents. “The deaths weren’t freak accidents,” her mother had whispered late at night in Mary’s ear, “It was the wrath of Sacerdote Cain. He, such a powerful Sacerdote, could punish his followers even from the grave. Cain is always very kind to those loyal to him though.” Mary’s mother would finish quickly.
This morning is special though; this is the morning that everything changes for little Mary. She enters the shed tonight. Today is her initiation day. As she slides her bike into its place in the garage her mother comes out and they start the rituals that commence before the sacred act.
Her cleansing bath, the ancient prayers, the ceremonial clothes, and the exotic perfumes wrap her in a world she has never imagined. Never has she seen her parents act this way. They seem both uncontrollably excited and intolerably afraid at the same time.
Finally the moment had come. It seemed that Mary’s whole life had been leading up to this moment. Her stomach lurched as the grave procession led her to the shed. The shed seemed to be changing though; she really did not know why she had thought it to be a shed at all. The “shed” looked imperial. The rusty, sliding doors were now decorated double doors with ancient symbols, which might have looked like rust in a different time, glowed inhumanly. The droopy flowers that had surrounded the shed had blossomed in colors too exotic and brilliant to bloom in the southwest. The roof arched as if it had taken a deep breath of anticipation, waiting for what is to come.
“You may now enter,” someone said to Mary in a deep, mournful voice. She was too in awe to notice who had spoken.
The double doors opened and a pale blue light greeted her. As she stepped into the light the doors closed silently behind her. A miraculously beautiful face looked at Mary and she fell to her knees.
“MARY…” it boomed, “MARY, DO YOU LOVE ME? DO YOU WISH TO FOLLOW MY WILL UNTIL THE DAY I DECIDE IT IS YOUR TIME TO LEAVE THIS WORLD.”
“Yes, yes!” she gasped as tears sprang to her eyes in admiration and joy. Oh how wonderful this is, how beautiful life will be now! Mary thought.
“THEN YOU MUST SAY IT KNOWING FULL WELL WHAT I AM.” all of a sudden the air got extremely thick and Mary started choking on the heavy atmosphere. She soon forgot all about her burning lungs as she saw what her god really was. Gory deeds flashed before her young eyes that killed her sweet innocence. Mary saw Mr. Akins, her next-door neighbor; kidnap a bum from a dark ally way with thoughts of torture in his mind. The next moment Mary was watching Samantha, her baby sitter, sacrifice a small baby on a hidden alter. The images kept flashing by, each worse than the last one.
“SEE ME!” it yelled, “SEE ALL OF ME! NOW WORSHIP ME! WORSHIP ME, SAY IT TRUE NOW THAT YOU UNDERSTAND.”
Mary’s thoughts whirled, how can this be? How can everyone I love worship…this? But that’s what finally got her, her last bit of young belief of believing that your elders are always right. That and the burning desire to live and not die of suffocation convinced her to accept it in the end. So she chose a life of damned slavery rather than the chance of salvation in death.
“Yes, yes! I say true this time! I will, I will!”
“AHHH…GOOOOD…” it purred, “NOW HERE IS MY OWN LITTLE INITIATION. IT IS DIFFERENT FOR EVERY PERSON, BUT I FEEL SOMETHING IN YOU, SOMETHING DEFIANT. YOU SHALL HAVE A DIFFICULT ASSIGNMENT. YOU SHALL KILL THE TWO PEOPLE YOU LOVE THE MOST IN MY HONOR! AND IF YOU DO NOT DO WHAT I HAVE COMMANDED BY THE NEXT FULL MOON, 5 PEOPLE SHALL DIE THAT ARE CLOSE TO YOU. SO YOU SEE, YOU REALLY HAVE NO CHOICE.”
An anguished moan erupted form her lips in horrible understanding of what she had accepted. Mary crumbled to the floor moaning, “nooooo…nooooo…nooooo…”
A bubbling laugh bombarded her senses, “YES, O YES!” it screamed insanely and the laughing destroyed her with each wave that roared through her miserable frame.
