The Eternal Doom

CHAPTER 17, Lonely Night awakening by the howling of devil

In the immortal world, the souls were running around the moon, crawling behind them. And there on the earth, the power of immortal life awakened Gods in every immortal soul, as their own god, and when the humans tasted the pride of being self-made gods, which they find in their own selves, there is the same world Amy awoke, unconscious in her sorrow and pain once again; and her eyes were so lifeless. Only the dim light of the moon was filling them. She seemed like a dead angel, sitting near the window, waiting for her wounded wings to make her fly to the moon, the place where there would be no more pain. The moon was facing the mortal world beneath it. The wind was silent and wild. Lester was sitting again under the arched window, gazing down over the greyish-silver sea of wild grass, which started to shimmer in the night. Amy sat there so quietly. The darkness wasn't so silent around her, as it was whispering memories to her; and soon she found herself in the past, where she sat with the tears welling from her eyes, and falling down on her frock, where Lester appeared out in the silence of the dim pale light, with yellow leaves falling in the diagonal direction of the trees. "Lester, come here!" she called out, so quietly, sitting beside the violin which she was playing before. She was gazing at him with a hidden question in her eyes, and suddenly sped forward and hugged Lester tight, where he stood still in surprise, watching the tears coming from her eyes. 

"Lester, I have lost a great friend, and part of our band," she whispered, with her head resting on his shoulder, like a little girl laying her head on the shoulder of her mother. "But there is something which Stan told someone before his death," she said, stepping back from him, "something which has wounded me and confused me, as someone told me that on the time before his death, he chased you, because he thought that you were mysteriously involved in some strange bad world." The leaves swirled down, and Lester was listening to her with an inarticulate expression. "But I didn't believe it, as I knew that you couldn't be one of those devils. I know that your soul can't ever let you hurt anyone I know that it can't ever be true. But I am depressed and curious over the mystery behind that mystery. Lester, I want something to satisfy my question."

"I didn't know, Amy, that he chased me on the night of his death; but one thing I do know: that I could not let his death go in vain. I'm going to find those people who did that to him. And I never knew that Stan had doubts about me, doubts that my mysterious behavior might have some dark background." Lester went into a silence filled with emotion, which satisfied Amy so far; he himself felt guilty for telling her only a lie, as the truth was that somehow he had found himself the great reason of his death, a real killer, until midnight would reveal a harsh reality to Amy, as she discovered him fugitively walking towards the darkness, yards away from the house, thinking that Amy was sleeping, where she was walking after him cautiously, away from the reach of his vision, where he was also blurred to her.

 But still she could figure his silhouette in the darkness. The moonlight was so dim over there, and she saw as he was burying something in the soil; the knifing wind was passing across the moonlight. standing astonished and confused, she waited for Lester to leave, and it didn't take long for him to leave that place. Now one else was there, only the moonlight and the knifing wind walking along with her. Amy started to dig in frenzy, eager to explore it. She was digging with both of her hands, and then she paused, just as she took out the black briefcase, she tried to open it, but it seemed jammed. 

She tried harder when finally it burst open; first, she stared at it with a confused expression, and then suddenly she felt herself in a dreadfully shocking moment, as she discovered more than thirty packs of cocaine. And when she started to fumble more inside she found something which she really never wanted to see: a sharp-bladed dagger with a little stain of dry blood on it. She sat there flabbergasted. She felt the blood on it, with the words of Mez penetrating her heart the thought of Stan's death comes over to her. Now the moon and the darkness weren't the only ones to know Lester's secret. But the only difference was that the moon wasn't cracked like the world of Amy, as her dreams and fantasy seemed to fall down in the darkness.