Neso

The End

5:10pm, 3rd of April. Enso woke with a pounding headache. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, dust strung through the air like a tangle of Christmas lights. Dragging herself across the bed she reached for the digital clock. Seeing the time, she pulled herself out of bed and crossed the room to her pack. She pulled out a Led Zeppelin top and black tights. She heads over to the stingy bathroom and brushes her teeth. 5:15pm. She grabs her pack and leaves the hotel, heading back into the city. She reaches the center. She is so tired. She stops and dumps her pack on the ground. 5:25pm. She feels a sense of foreboding, the same she felt the other night when she first came here. The sun dips low over the horizon and disappears. 5:27pm. She closes her eyes and Neso is there. All hope drains from Enso’s mind. She is so tired. She is done.
She is Neso.
A strange light comes from within her. A green light, pulsing, getting bigger and bigger. It hurts so much. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. She tries to call for help, but no sound comes out. She floats up, mouth still open in a scream. 5:30pm. Something inside her snaps. She falls, careering backwards, and slams against the ground. Everything is silent. The citizens of Australia are frozen, no one rushes to help her. She begins to float again, but it’s like she was being lifted by her torso, paranormal activity style. She tilts forward and lands gently on the ground, wings fully stretched out, still emitting the green light. Her eyes are closed tight. She snaps her fingers and a knife appears in her hand. She slowly reaches up and drags the knife across her throat. She grins, the smile looking like her face was splitting in two, showing off weirdly pointed teeth. She rolls her neck, which issues a series of crunching noises. She opens her eyes, which are completely black. Her voice is layered, with bass too deep and pitch too high.
“I am Neso. I am here,”
Neso’s voice echoed around the buildings. It tilted it’s head and waited for chaos to begin, and it did. Everyone began screaming, some people called the police, a few of the wiser ones left to try find safety. But no one was safe from Neso.
High on a hill overlooking the city stood Mae. Behind her was the man from the motel. Mae had seen Enso become possessed. She found him in the crowd, recognising him from when she had to astral project to find where Enso was, she dragged him away to find refuge. They stood on the hill, hearing distant bangs, seeing smoke rising from within the city and the amplified sound of Neso laughing. Mae shook her head. She never dreamed this would happen.
“Wait, did you know her?” The man asked, curiosity etched on his face.
“I did. Once. A long time ago,”
“What was she like?”
Some crumpled copy of a smile crossed her face.
“She was going to change the world.”
And, all around them, the world burned.