Saturday, 27 September 2014

Vermillion Part 4


4.
What started out as a means to an end, has now turned into a crude experiment on the human condition. The line was blurred when he intervened in the altercation with the young girl and now the line has disappeared. He has thrown away everything that he once believed in and has gone into the business. His name is the only thing he carries with him now. After roaming the earth, comforted by his extreme arrogance, he lorded over the lesser people like a serene being. Now he is down there with them, in the dark, sweaty underworld, where all the people scratch at their skin and wait for their fix
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His name is Cairo and he will fix them all. 

They never get enough. Under this bridge I could sit for hours and there would be a steady influx of people. Sometimes the same person will come twice or three times after their supply has run out. I’m surrounded by lost and lonely people who are curled up on top of a mound of filth, shaking in the cold air. They look so desperately woeful but deep in their eyes you can catch a glimpse of the sun that they are seeing. In their mind they are touched by the warmth and they are running through the hills that I loved as a boy. They can see my family’s cottage and they can smell the sweetest smells of world I left behind, men have starved to death in such a trance. I sell it for twenty five dollars a pop. 

It’s not hard to extract blood when you don’t feel any pain. I have a hundred little vials to fill and the junkies supply the rest. They don’t care what the blue liquid is made of; they would literally put anything in their bodies just to feel some relief from the pain of being themselves. They can look through another mirror. They can see me looking back at them, a vision of me when I was strong. Every shot they take they ingest the best part of me. My memories, my love and my joy, the things I do not require anymore. It has been too long since I have been away. I don’t believe in anything anymore, accept my mission. I can’t save them, they destroy themselves faster when you try to show them the way, so I’m fixing them
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Don’t think less of me, you sent me here alone. 
 
Cairo sleeps there now, under the bridge. He doesn’t go back to his home. He knows that the scientists have it under surveillance. They know exactly what he is doing but they want to see how far it goes, how much it can change. They will figure out how to synthesize it soon and perfect it, turn it into a weapon. They have a world full of test subjects and one man who has become so completely indifferent to human suffering, he facilitates it. No one could take him lower. It has been three weeks and the whole town is a buzz with word about the new super drug on the streets, the one that lets you see another world, the one that stops time, the drug that takes years away from your mind. You could be sitting on a chair and staring at the wall for three days straight, completely unresponsive and you would only have been exploring the world inside your eyes for an hour. You are catatonic, you can’t see or hear or move.

It didn’t take long for everyone to discover the effects, not just the users but the abusers, the opportunists. An overweight man approaches Cairo in the late afternoon, asking to speak to him about an opportunity. He is wearing a nice suit badly and he is sweating so much the grey material looks brown. His comb over hair style is ridiculous but his watch is very high in value. This is the kind of man you know spends all his money on chance and women, at the same time. He offers Cairo one hundred thousand dollars to supply a large amount of the drug to certain young women in his neighborhood. He has two lists, one with the women’s names and addresses and another with a list of business associates and their bank account details. He wants to take advantage of the catatonic state that the users are left in, in the worst way.
Cairo looks at this man straight into his eyes. His smile bleeds over his sluggish face and he tries to look away. Cairo starts to imagine all the gloriously grotesque things he could do to him and how much pain he could reflect in his soul. Then he looks down at his arms and all the marks left by the needle he uses to extract. A tear wells inside him and it dries before it leaves his eye. 

There are no more rescues left

He takes the first list and nods to the business man. 

May the sun have mercy on the way I burn. 

The first name on the list is;
Stacey Brunt 201a Flynn Street. 

He makes his first house call. She resists at first throwing herself around her apartment but then she falls deeper than anyone he has ever seen. She falls hard onto the floor. Cairo lifts her up gently and places her in her bed. He says a prayer for the light that she sees to drown out the darkness she feels. The sweet death of her innocence will show only on her skin not her soul. She will never know.

The first client makes his way toward the room. Cairo looks down on him and warns him not to hurt her. The man looks back at him with no fear and says

No one can hurt her more than you have my friend. 

Cairo leaves the apartment and tries to saturate himself in the memory he left behind;
A young man of eighteen stands at the edge of a launching platform, surrounded by the people of his village and his family, they all look at him with love and admiration. He has been studying for years to be a traveler and he doesn’t want anything else in his life except to explore the distant beauty of the universe.

His one man ship, sits next to him, a magnificent sphere shaped, high speed space shuttle in a metallic royal blue sheen. The lights around the rim shimmer in the twilight of the three moons. Their orange hue warms the faces of everyone in the crowd.

He has been chosen out of hundreds of others to venture forth to new worlds and spread their world’s message of peace and strength. He will save the lives of people so alien to him and he will know a single happiness known only by the traveler. His father encourages him to do this as his father did before him. Cairo will go further than any of them have gone before. He will be alone but the collected memories of his entire world run through every cell of his body and once he looks within himself he will be at peace.

His father kisses him on the forehead and lets him know how proud of him he is. He wishes him luck and courage. Cairo assures him that he will conduct himself with compassion and strength and he will guide whomever he encounters toward the light
He says to the crowd;

I will save them, I will comfort them but we will show them the way. 

And with a roar of applause he lifted off and drifted off into infinity. 

This was the happiest and saddest day of his life. So alone he is, physically detached to all he loves but mentally drowning in the extended sorrow of his loss.
He can’t find his way back. They won’t show him the way.



Friday, 12 September 2014

Vermillion Part 3




3. 
 
I got here around three pm, after answering questions at the local police station for a few very tedious hours; I managed to convince Detective Ford that his hand was melting onto the table. He could hear it searing and popping and could see his flesh disintegrate. The insanity of the situation was quite interesting but all it proved is that I now belong to a special group of people known affectionately as “freaks”

So I’m sitting in a cold concrete room with one chair and no desk. I have handcuffs on; they put them on me to make themselves feel in control. I let them think that this created an equal ground. I’m growing tired of this. I’m thinking of all the things I could be doing and all the people I could be helping. I’m thinking about the little girl who lost her mind somewhere beautiful and I have decided I am not going to tell them what really happened. If they don’t know who they are dealing with when true evil stands right in front of them, then they don’t deserve to be saved. 

I can hear the door opening. There will be three men in perfectly ironed black suits. They won’t ask questions, they have seen the test results. I am sitting in a room in the middle of the desert. I know this because I can feel the strength of the sun bouncing off the concrete in the walls. They are wheeling in the medical cart. I will fall into myself until this is over. Then we will talk. 

A young boy is running through the deep and dark woods. Vibrant shades of purple and blue surround him and the trees engulf everything around him. He knows exactly where he is going, he has explored the same route since he was just old enough to walk . This place is magical to him. Frightening and mystifying all at once. He is home here and nothing can touch him. He reaches the end of the wood and the bright white light that spills over the shrubs makes the colours look like they are bleeding over a painting. He spills out into the open and stares up at the vast orange sky. 

His parents are calling to him from the small cottage just metres away. He is too busy watching the fantastic ships sprawling in the sky. Their destination is unknown and like birds they glide over one another in a dance that is hypnotizing. 

“Cairo! It’s time for supper, come back inside son”

His mother’s voice echoes sweetly in his mind and he comes back to the ground. How he longs to explore what is beyond the orange sky and behind the three moons in the dark. He steps out onto the grass and has a sudden uneasy feeling like something is escaping him; that something is suddenly missing. He looks at his right arm, in the middle of his elbow bend and notices the pain.

What is happening?

He looks to the sky again and focuses on the bright white sun. He closes his eyes.

The prisoner opens his eyes.

We can talk now.

The well suited men want to take some more tests. They want to know why my blood creates such a strong chemical reaction; they want to know why it has the molecular structure of a strong hallucinogenic. They will never understand. I didn’t come here to talk them through it; I came here to help them.

I am so tired, tired in mind and body. I can only watch them eat each other whole for so long before I hand them a plate. Let’s see how far this goes.
Let’s see how far through the orange sky they fall. 

He watches them harvest it. He watches them colour it and dehydrate it. He watches them package it and discuss how to test it. All from the same chair in the same concrete dungeon. His long blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes and sticking to his cheeks, his deep blue eyes fixed on the steel door and what is going on behind it, 

Human tests, he hears.
 
Young subjects. 

He breaks the handcuffs in half. The head doctor attempts to make a deal with him in exchange for his co-operation; the free air for quiet and unlimited access to his knowledge.
He makes his way to the door and uses his legs for the first time in six months. He doesn’t lose balance and his strength never wavers. He approaches the steel door and as It opens the white light floods his entire world, 

The sky falls down on him.

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Vermillion Part 2



2.

Twelve years and four months seems like an eternity. During the first few years after his landing he traveled as much as he could, learning all that he could. He thought he could help them at first, rescue a damsel here, stop a robbery there, it was all so easy. He was surrounded by primitive minds in an evolved form, stressing and falling over each other to ruin a life that didn’t mean much anyway. He didn’t need to be recognized so he never had a name. He was trying to keep them safe despite their self-destructive natures. They were harmless and honorable creatures then. 

He walked like a ghost through the lives of many people and like a ghost, people saw a figure glide through the room but no one could remember what the shape was or if it had any form at all, that is until someone saw him close enough.
  
Wednesday November 12th 2010

The ocean air touched all the corners of my face, I felt the sting of a million pieces of sand thrust against me and I watched the ocean sacrifice itself on the rocks. I stepped on a broken shell and cut my foot, I looked down and saw that it shone in the sunlight and as the sand started to soak up the blood, the colours that were reflected were glorious. There was pain and beauty everywhere and I knew at that moment the torment that every person on this planet felt, when the pain becomes the only door to beauty. 

I heard the scream; it filled my mind and ruined the moment I was living in. After ten years all I wanted were a few seconds of peace scattered between the silent obligations I fill my life with. I said goodbye to the ocean and went to find what was meant to be an easy rescue.
Under the boardwalk were two men, one large, tall and half-dressed and the other in a business suit counting out notes of currency. A small girl squirms in the arms of the large man, only able to scream through the breath she caught whilst out of the grip of his hand. He laughed as she kicked out her feet and tried to untangle her-self.

He whispered “stay still”
She screamed “Daddy Please!”

The man in the suit turned away and put the money in his pocket and started to walk his feet away from her. The tall man started to pull something out of his pocket, a syringe. I’m already directly next to him. I stood behind him and slowed down the world around me. I looked into her young eyes and saw the reflection of a nightmare trying desperately to call itself terror and not oblivion. I saw confusion in his stare as he sought behind himself to find only me. I burned into his eyes with my stare and I saw only the dark. He wanted her beauty through the pain and his hand around her throat was taking it all
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I grabbed his head and he dropped the girl, her small body hit the ground and she fell unconscious. Flashes of screaming faces and pools of blood on the floor filled my gaze and a begun to squeeze. The suited man began to run; I didn't take my eyes off the monster with the great smile.  I brought my thumbs to his temples and dug them in, my nails bent back as they entered under his skin and our blood merged together. His pupils dilated and he drifted away as though on some hallucinogenic. I let go of my grasp and released him to the ground. 

This was the first time I ever saw what my blood does to them. I stood there staring at the twitching lump of meat struggling to breathe and the small delicate animal lying next to him, breathing slowly, trying to dream of a better place. I knelt next to her and brought my bloodied hand to her mouth. I could give her a better memory to hold onto. As I lifted her head the suited man was running back with two cops. The perfect stage was set. Although I could take them all out with a single push, I submitted to their will and went quietly. 

I looked down at her. As they put the handcuffs on me she smiled and said.

“The mountains of R’dane are beautiful at sunset”

I didn’t see the ocean for another six months.