'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 32: Truth shall only send you backwards.... (Talek)

"Why are you acting out like the devil has possessed you?" She cooed from her sophisticated tone.

Hades forbid any subject not involving her would be irrelevant and put back into a long corridor closet.

I poured my sight from her to reject showing the slightest building of emotion pooling up in my eyes that somehow became lacked reasoning to run.

The infuriating confusion compacting these thoughts were beginning to take a tremendously down-hill turn.

A part of me wanted nothing more than to escape this tangible confrontation; yet, my feet would not allow me to turn... to run away... again – not anymore.

Not to run from the vengeful motive to seek vindication; the point of coming here in the first place, in desiring this chronic bile expelled out of my stomach; out in the open; to bring un wavered torture to end; a pain which has plagued me for as long as I could stand. To at least have another on my side.

It was now or never – or forget the point of even bothering with how long it had been since I had been at the mercy of such monstrous touches.

Even as a kid, I knew that if – and when – this barricaded resentment would eventually show its' dreadful face... the moment of release from my lips to bias ears, would be reprimanded; exiled to the atmosphere; a fabricated fantasy shushed under the rug.

Now, some nine years after the last eradication of any pure essence one is handed in at the time of their entry of the world.

I stood here wanting to empty the horridness; the extent of poison still bathing within my veins; I begged for retribution for that little boy that I just couldn't fathom to remember.

Perhaps, the demon that has now become an alarming factor, has leaped out for a chance to play, to belt out the mourning innocence accumulated during those soul-stealing scenes of forceful interaction.

"Talek, my darling. I can't imagine where you come up with these ridiculous theories, but... it's quite, enough!" Her voice bouncing off the intricate driveway in authority.

I'm sure the whole 'helping' staff were buzzing at any ear-slurping juice that was now being shouted for all to hear.

What did I care? If this wasn't important to the woman who birthed me, then, why should I bother bottling ravenous emotions to save any one a bit of hurt – I sure the hell hadn't received the same sentiment.

"I've never once lied to you before... why won't you believe me now?" My voice trembling and transparent as cellophane paper.

Her hands perched on her curvy hip. "It is not possible for him to behave in such a manner to bring insult, and with a damaging intitule." She affirmed, lifting her hand towards her precisely tamed hair. "But.... this! This is something with malice which could bring incredible shame to this already tarnished name of a family; you should be more vigilant of what you throw out for the world to hear."

"And you should act more like a mother..." I screamed.

A firing cry sprinted up my throat. Swallowing just in time to keep from pooling the disbelief and anger registering the last sentence spoken.

"... than caring more about reputation; a name.... rather than my integrity.... my pain.... my needing for you to believe me." A soft whispered voice was all that could be forced out through my clamping throat, squeezing the air to breathe.

"Honestly, my baby boy – I do not understand all of this..." She began.

"Must you bare such dramatics.... your much like your late father in that way." She spoke as casually as addressing a sentence to amuse a crowd.

There was nowhere to hide the moisture beckoning to release. A single tear slid down my left burning cheek.

I watched the loyal worker's sloth back to their duties, as if signaling the end of a rather buoyant fight.

I had no battle left in me to undo the baffled cuts she had just sliced metaphorically onto my skin. For her disrepute something that had been that immensely important to me; and to even place my father as a further insult to my own identity. I was emotionally exonerated for any further dispersing conversation between us – the realization had burrowed a little further meaning and sub combing to a quietly rattling fear – I was on my own.

The black hound swiped across my thoughts as I shifted my neck up and to the right. Popping the nuance from mind. I suppose the worse that could happen at this very minute would be to allow this insanity surging throughout my body to take over every cell bleeding from it.

A metamorphosis was coming under this new moon's rage of a night like shower. The color reached that of a ripened cherry as I bent over; catching myself by open palms; wincing as flecks of blackness watered down my forearms. A snarl curdling within throat and spreading open my mouth; the black water spewing up and out like a faucet at full throttle; the liquids combining and swirling; coagulating; steaming. The perfectly smooth surface, reflecting a gnarly image.

The bitterness had flaked off by layers of splintering skin; cupped face of fingers one by four, installed instead razor claws; contorting, then twisting acrobatic form from fit frame to that of a hefty abomination canine – flexing out the grossly pool and onto left then right hand; bowing down, stretching legs one at a time until the body planked inches from the ground; and stood echoing my blood sheen eyes.

That firing sneer from before, climbed out of larynx at full speed – blaring nothing remotely close to a human yell, but, that of a roaring cheer from several inch-long choppers in its snarling mouth.

I was – for the first time in a long while – enjoying the vividness of this imagined scenario; I was happy to see this creature finalizing itself for me... by me.

As another scream broke into my own – this wasn't a dream made for comfort. As the last of what I could consider to be me or I had vanished altogether, a hard crunch burst between its jaws. Me – the Talek I reasonably knew, was nowhere that could be felt; the darkness had taken a huge bite of him;

he... was... gone.