metamorphosis

II1976

january 12th, 1976. 1.23 AM.

it is late, what am i doing? i do not know. does it matter? no. it never does. i will take my leave now,

no one will realise, i have made sure of that. however, i told myself i would leave this behind.

this likely means that anyone could be reading it now. i would like to use this as a reminder to

my future self. however impossible it may be, it will work out and i know it will. 

well, if this works out.

Elijah stares at the opened envelope, diverts his gaze towards the heap, and back to the envelope.

The thing? starts to cackle in low, harmonious tones, reverberating the air around them.

It stands- at least Elijah thought it did, it looked like it did, and starts to break into a chase.

'WHAT,' Elijah was not built for this, he did not expect himself to be running from a 6 ft tall blob of flesh- he hasn't even bothered preparing for his annual marathon.

'Stop running kid, there isn't a point to run,' it was right, he did know that. Still, what other option did he have that did not involve running straight towards the blob. 'Come out dear, hiding won't solve a thing,' it screeched. 'So what kid, you think you can just hide your treachery? We saw what you did, reveal yourself you little wrench.' Escape proved futile, for he was pinned down with just the flicker of a hanging candlelight.

'Let go of me,' a mere whisper it was. The index and thumb clung mercifully, penetrating his skin.

'I said let g-'. Walls around him start crumbling, shaking, screaming, crying. 'Wh- What?' he stammers. 'I've got you kid!' the real wrench cackles. 'Oh how I longed to have you back,' she, or it, mutters with every ounce of sadism. 'You will now pay for Marcus' sins, for you are one of them.'

A soft knock gives the maiden a slight shock. A demure court lady pokes her head round the door. 'Lady Celia, I will be heading to the town market, need anything?' the court lady politely enquiries. With the wave of her hand, the maiden, Lady Celia, ushers her out. She thought it funny that the court ladies would venture elsewhere other than the main hall, but it wasn't any of her matter where they went. The court lady took her leave and Lady Celia fixed her stare back to where a non-existent ray of sunlight previously was. In its place lies a distinguishable pile of relics she had from a young age.