BLACK STORM: The Abandoned Son

Chapter 9: Trapped In a Doll's House

"Accept it"

"Accept it"

"Accept it", The voice I've heard hundreds of times before. 

It's familiar yet different. Almost gives me confront. The voice seems more clear... more feminine than ever. Was it always a woman's voice?

"Accept it"

"Accept it"

"Accept it"

Whelp! I guess I have to finally find where that voice is coming from. I have to get to the bottom of this mystery, or else it will haunt me for the rest of my afterlife. I open my eyes. I focus the little willpower I have left, and the darkness washes away.

"Accept it"

"Accept it"

"Accept it!", she screams not in my head but into my very soul.

I find myself standing in a white room. The same white room from my dreams. But this time the black ink is twisted and distorted into bazaar shapes. They vibrate and many of them leave their position and attack me. The pointed shapes tear and pierce my skin, I feel nothing though, other than a hand suddenly resting on my shoulder. This is my dream, no one else should be here. I dread to reveal whatever ungodly horror stands behind me. I turn around. What I see behind me was much stranger than I could ever imagine. A naked woman was the only other being in this room, she was holding my shoulders. 

Her skin is made from porcelain her joints were not bone and flesh, but metal hinges. Her hair was blonde, and it shines like silk, it elegantly flows down to her voluptuous hips. She's beautiful, she's like a goddess but in the form of a doll, a mere plastic plaything. Once my eyes meet her appearance I reflexively fall onto my knees. 

Katz and Jubilee always spoke nonsense about being superior beings, but this person who was standing in front of me was truly a being that stands above humans. I'm in paralyzing fear. My body can't stop trembling. What does she want from a dead man walking like me? Is she death? Has she come to reap my soul? She calmly places her hand on my cheek and raises my head. Her face... it's so beautiful.

"So, you've finally come to see me, my little carrot sprout."

How does she know that nickname?

"Who are you? And where am I?", I tearfully ask.

"This realm is called Subspace. And you already know me Newt, I've been here all along"

"You... You're the voice in my head."

"How rude. I don't like it when you call me by that vulgar nickname."

"I... I'll call you whatever you want.", fear takes control of my words.

"We'll get to that later. Let's talk about you, how are you enjoying my gift?"

"Your gift?"

"My kind, we are the ones who give humans power. Before you were even born, I was empowering you."

"You were? Thanks, I guess."

"Don't say thank you yet, you've only received a fraction of my power. But fear not, I now intend to grant you the full thing"

"So how do I get it? I need it."

"It's called a gift, isn't it? All you have to do is... accept it."

...the conversation falls into an awkward silence for a few moments. She's waiting for me to say something, she seems a bit surprised by my silence. I look at her with a blank expression, this surprises her too.