© Amber Kalkes 2015
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"Save Yourself" By Stabbing Westward
Eighteen+
What is one’s first thought when faced with a demonic version of one’s self? Well I don’t know about most people but my first thought was ‘Fuck, I am so screwed’. But then again I’ve always been told my thought process is a bit weird. My second thought was, ‘what the hell do I do’ and to be honest that’s probably a better question considering the situation.
What the hell do I do?
“I see inside you mind, little human. I see your fears, your hopes, your nightmares, and your dreams. I can see into your soul.”
Clearing my throat I blurt, “Good for you.”
The dark me curls her upper lip, showing rows of sharp fang-like teeth. “You forget your place!”
“And who are you tell me where that place is?” I scoff. “You’re nothing but a shitty copy of an already fucked prototype. For all I know this could be just another dream!”
“This is no dream. This is no nightmare. This is the place I have decided to take what rightfully belongs to me. You will yield to me and I will finally have a body that will do as I command it.”
She takes a step towards me as she lifts her hands out to her side. I watch swirling black shadows move over the length of her arms. Her black stained mouth tilts up in a smirk when she sees the fear come over my face, despite how much I try to hide it. She suddenly clasps her hands together making the shadows shoots off her like some kind of evil big bang. When the power hits me I feel like I just got socked in the chest with a cannon balls as I go flying back.
My body collides onto the hard and unforgiving desert ground below and I let out a low wheeze in pain. Curling into myself I fight for the ability to breathe but it’s hard when you just got knocked to hell and back. When I am able to get some air in it’s a few sharp gasps before I dissolve into practically hacking out a lung. I raise my eyes, through the mess of hair that’s fallen over my face, to see her black boot clad feet right next to my head.
“Human souls are so fragile. They can be corrupted, broken and destroyed with a word or a promise. I’ve always found them as fascinating as I find them pathetic.”
“Believe me.” I choke out. “The feeling is mutual.”
With another flippant flick of her wrist I’m skidding across the desert ground again until she raises her hand again making my body rise into the air. I get in one quick inhale of burning air before my body is slammed into the ground again. This time I only release a sharp cry when I land, feeling like my spine is about to snap in half.
“Just because the creator loves you most you all seem to think you’re entitled to a life of happiness. You think you are untouchable or that your little trinkets and prayers will save you. You are fools to think this way. Darkness, no matter how small and insignificant will always find a way.”
Moving to my side, I roll my eyes. I’m starting to feel like a James Bond villain instead of an ancient evil being has possessed me these past few weeks with all the speech making. I half expect to be tied to a metal slab with a laser moving up to cut me in half by the time this bitch shuts the hell up.
“Your beshert interests me greatly.”
That word, ‘beshert’ registers like an itch in the back of my mind that I can’t scratch. It seems like something I should know the meaning of but I can’t quite grasp it. Lifting my gaze to the smug looking face of my double I grimace as more thick dirt seeps into my lung with every inhale.
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