Universe Part 10 (FINALE): Final

Chapter 88

The rock is smashed into his nose, and again he is hit. The rock breaking into pieces as the red stripes gush out of his face and onto the grass. The wind like a hurricane as his face is repeatedly hit over and over again, the rock having turned into a flint like stone and Brick begins punching with his powerful fist.

Conry's face turned into a mush of jelly like brain matter and of the dirtied white bone which has been cracked out of his skull. His teeth were each destroyed and deformed out of place from his maxilla and mandible of his face, causing a disturbing image of the man with a spiral like hole going in towards his face with the outlining like a red velvet corridor closing in on a deep black hallway devoid of all light. Spirals of flesh and mushy brain digging deep within the skull like a snake coiling itself infinitely towards the middle with a foreseeable end.

Brick sees the body and he wipes the crimson blood from his face as though it were sweat and he looks down at his rough and rugged hands. His hands stained with guilt and blood as he shaked from having killed the man out of paranoia and rage. He grabs the body and drags it across the ground. He continued walking Westward with the body being dragged like a heavy sack of vegetables, causing tracks in the dirt as Brick covered the tracks while continuing on. The body was lifeless yet he could almost envision the body getting back up as though nothing had happen and walking away with the same face it has, all deformed and with the hole within and small chunks of rock still laying within it. He had realized what he had done shortly after commiting the atrocious scene, taking in the scenery for what he had done and looking upset as a tear came drooping down his face out of the sheer sadness and anger he felt.

He reached the hovel and there he layed the body within it, as if the body were sleeping there and decided to let time rot the bed away. The body was layed down and Brick left the hovel as the night came upon him. The sun was setting and he started at the setting sun. He thought about the man he had killed, how quick he was to pick up the rock and kill him, obliterating the life of someone. He layed down on the grass as the sun came down and the stars accompanied by the moon, the stars showed in the sky strung like lights from a festival.

He dreamed that he was in a forest of sorts, walking through dense fog and the air smelled like it had just rained. It was cold and every breath he took would create vapor, he wore gloves and had on a jacket and he walked through the fog. He didn't know where he was or even that he was dreaming, he just was. He continued through the fog and there he sees a man, tall and wearing a hat. The man was facing away from Brick, Brick approached the man and touched his shoulder. The man turned and Brick falls to the ground in intense pain, holding his stomach. He looks up, the man was Ultra and in his hand he held Brick's heart that still pumped and beat while in his hand. The blood was dark red and it was barely recognizable as a heart, but he was sure it was.

His body was unharmed but his heart was tooken somehow through someway, Brick crawls back and Ultra follows him. Even in his own dreams Ultra would haunt him, over and over and over again. He was a constant in his life, torturing him when he could've killed him so long ago. Brick tries to crawl away, his nails digging into the soft dirt on the ground, he turns around and sees Ultra right behind him about to reach him. He faces forward and tries to run from Ultra, and out of nowhere he stands straight up and runs through the forest. The pain quickly stopped and he continued running,.not being able to see where he's going through the fog. Again it was brought to how it was before, a complete silence and one way through the forest which he had turned from. He continued walking the forest until he reached a sign.

The sign was old and beaten, almost entirely broken down. It was made of wood and looked wet, which had a single marking on the sign.

The sign had a marking of a straight vertical line 6 inches down, and just above the center point of the line was a horizontal line which was 3 inches left to right and the line was perfectly being cut in the middle as well by the vertical line, forming a small intersection. Brick looked at the strange symbol and it he believed it to look unlike anything he's seen before. It was in perfect symmetry, out of place for anything else there. The symbol appeared to him unlike anything ever before, he felt hope in that symbol.

He continued on past the sign and only a few steps ahead the fog revealed a building. The building looked old but still in proper condition and there on the building he saw it again. He saw the same exact symbol on the building and the building was tall but not too tall. It had a decently large bell at the top of it which someone could ring. He felt unfamiliar with the building, felt like something he'd never felt before, catching his curiosity. And as Brick approached the building he awoke.

He got up immediately and looked around, the night was fading away and the sun was rising, he had slept through the entire night. He rubs off the dirt from his back and he walked away.

The grasslands were still green and the sky blue with contrasting clouds that were giant and grand in the sky but also beautiful. Everything was normal as always. It was fresh outside with small amounts of wind that made the grass all flow in one same direction as he passed through. The heat was warm and he passed through the lands undisturbed. As he walked through he had no thoughts, no ideas, just mindless walking that would get him through. The day was boring and nothing happen at all, which is exactly what happens all the time. The days were of sorrow but of peace, lonely but quite, a brain full gone to utter emptiness that not one person in this world would believe in the words he'd say or what he spoke on.

After mindless walking he begins to think again of the old times, reflecting. He had everything, everyone, and all the time. He had, but not anymore or any longer. He now lives for nothing with nothing, nobody, no time. He remembers her, his wife. He remembers her face, young and smooth with amazing eyes that weren't rivaled by anything other than of his own children. His daughter in law, her long hair and how good she always was to his son. He remembers what she still looks like when she was so young, he always believed her to be perfect for him. His son was brave as well, and he fought amazing. He was smart and had a bright future, a bright world ahead of him. His granddaughter which never got to truly grow up, he remembers the good and the bad. The night he spent with her on top of a building staring at the stars of the universe, wondering with curiosity and amazed at such beauty. He feels just like her at times. But no matter what now it was all gone, a time distant and far away which he could never return to. His everything was gone.

And so he headed East, through the grasslands he walked with that same demeanor, that same exact look. The look of a man who lost it all.