Blasphemy

Half Truth

"What do you mean? What I am?" Ashe smirked.
"What the fuck are you?" Mark demanded as he looked to her seemingly malignant horns.
"What are you, the fuckin devil?" He shoved the petite woman off of him and stormed for the door. He reached for the knob but the door seemed to stretch itself away from him. Mark's vision began to double and get hazy, the walls around him melting and warping into the floor. The sound of cars passing by muffled into static. White noise drowned him as he fell into a tunnel of dark..

Markaeus woke up, to find himself in his bed. The lights we're off and he was still in his day clothes.
"Well fuck, if this happens without drugs is hate to see me with em." He chuckled to himself. Markaeus looked astound the room and found his journal.
"Tight." he sighed approaching the journal he was greeted by an atrociously sharp humming. He looked around to identify the source, but the noise ceased to silence. Marc looked back down at the book which was wide open. There was a sticky note on the page and the page itself was blank except for one line written in a deep rust.
"I went home"
The page seemed to fill Mark with both a sense of comfort and uneasiness. He went to pick up the journal for further observation when he was suddenly interrupted with a knocking on the door. "Yeah? What's up?"
"Markaeus you're gonna be late For school again."
"Ah shit." he sighed. "Alright Mah I'm coming."
     Mark slammed his journal shut and tossed it in his bag. Kicking on his shoes he hastily looked himself over in the mirror. "All good." he praised. Mark swung open the door to the hallway.
     "Somethings wrong." the door bounced and rattled off the wall, reverberating it's echo through the vacant hall. Markaeus stared blankly into the dark corridor. "Yo Mom? You here?" he called softly.
     Quick and gentle footfall could be heard down the hallway as well as shrill laughter almost as if coming from some primordial fetus. A seemingly evil and wrong embryo pattering it's small feet across the vinal floorboards. "Yeah, fuck no." Mark quickly turned to run into his room but found the door behind him was the front door of his house. He turned a solid one hundred eighty only to be greeted by the same sight. "Alright. I guess I'm going to school then.."
     Upon opening the door he felt himself compelled to leave. He walked through the doorway which immediately locked him out. The scene before him was appalling. There was his home town, the one he'd spent the last ten years of his life in. Devastated. The roads fractured and frayed, his neighbors house collapsed in on itself, the bus stop on the corner painted in melancholy scarlet spatters and spray. His own house scorched above each blown out window. The sky an eerie grey hollow and vast. "Must be pumpkin spice season again." he nervously chuckled to himself.
"Actually we never get pumpkin spice around these parts." the tender voice seemed calm from Mark's flank.
He turned around. "Miss Ashe?"
She smiled. "Hey birthday boy, you ready to get going?"
"Going where? Can we please talk about what's going on?"
"We could talk about it but you'd only get half of the truth, wouldn't you rather see all of the facts?
"Frankly no. I don't like whatever the fuck is going on, but I assume I really don't have a say in the matter of any of this."
"Bingo! So let's get moving." She grabbed his arm and began heading down the street.