Horatio was flung through the twisting space, the now familiar yellows, oranges, bubbles and heat pushing him and pulling him around until he was spurt out. He and the Box were in an unfamiliar place. It was a long hall with glowing square tiles in the ceiling. Small back metal doors lining the walls.
"Where have you taken me?" Horatio asked. Was this hell?
The Box clawed its way down one of the long halls beckoning Horatio to follow.
"A place in time long after yours."
Horatio followed, noticing as he walked that he wore strange clothing. A strange blue material for pants, a stretchy soft one for a shirt. Glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and a strange reflective box was strapped onto his wrist. They rounded a corner and at the end of the hall the Box unlocked a door.
"Your new life begins here Horatio."
The room was lit to reveal lines of school desks. The Box directed Horatio to the main desk where there sat a name plate, papers, pens and a large black reflective box like the one on his wrist.
"Your punishment is simple. You will be retelling your pain, over and over, as fiction."
On the desk there was also a book entitled "No fear Shakespeare, Hamlet." Horatio picked it up, flipping through the pages with lines all too familiar to him.
"Who is Shakespere?" Horatio questioned.
"Well that would be me, my true form." The Box answered. "Year after year you will teach your tale. But they won't question how much it hurt you, you're not even the main character. You'll tell and retell Hamlet's tragedy to wandering minds oblivious to your suffering."
"What is the meaning of this torture? Why do this?"
"The contrapasso? That will be something you will grow very familiar with. You stood by as your love wrote his own destruction. You watched it all pass by like it was a mere play. So now, you will teach it as just. Just a play. A story for entertainment. That's your punishment. To relive it all every teaching. To analyze Hamlet's pain so much that you know exactly what you could have done to save him. You'll live a new life, under a new roof, with a new family." The Box's pasta arms crunched and cracked as it reached out to turn the name plate for Horatio to see. "Under the new identity of.."
"Mr. DounBahd"
The End.
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Boiling Through Time The Tragedy. Sequel to The famed Hamlet
Non-FictionA heartbroken Horatio left in the wake of his Sweet Princes' death is abducted by aliens and given new hope of saving his dearest Hamlet with the help of a time traveling Mac and Cheese Box with a dark past of it own. With eternal damnation on the l...
