The white room (Pt 7) (short-ish) (405 hits)
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Submitted by kre8rix (View user info) at 2005-03-28 17:02:41 EST
Part 6: http://www.ubersite.com/m/56368
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McCormick leapt backwards, falling through the transparent shower curtain; tripping over the side of the bathtub. His head cracked painfully on the tile wall as he fell before coming to a stop; his limbs tangled in the shower curtain on the bottom of the tub. He struggled to regain his footing; his eyes never leaving the man on the other side of the glass. The figure continued to watch McCormick silently; the solid black irises of his eyes glinting with small specks of light. A torrent of liquid grey smoke swirled gently behind him, framing his pale, hairless face. The man smiled pleasantly as McCormick struggled to untangle himself from the shower curtain.
"I apologize," He said softly, though his metallic voice still preceded a resounding echo, "I thought perhaps you were tired of talking to me through the others. I didn't mean to frighten you."
McCormick watched the man in silent disbelief as he slowly stood with his back tight against the wall.
"You know who I am," He continued, eyeing McCormick intently.
"As much as you've let me know," Patrick replied cautiously, mentally reprimanding himself for leaving his gun on the small nightstand in the bedroom.
"Your weapon would not do you any good at this point, Patrick. Besides, I am not here to harm you."
"Yeah," He replied sarcastically as he raised his arms and flashed the cauterized holes in his wrists, "You're just here to help, right?"
"Whether you want to believe me or not, that is exactly why I am here."
"You keep telling me that, and yet..."
"Pardon me," the being interrupted, "but do you mind if I come in? It seems rather impersonal, given our relationship, to keep speaking through the glass."
Before McCormick could respond, he extended his palm outward and placed it on the interior surface of the mirror. He paused briefly before pressing forward on the glass which suddenly stretched forward with the effort as thought made of cellophane. McCormick pressed himself harder against the wall as the man pressed further; his body liquefying as he progressed. The glass encapsulated him as he flowed into the room, forming into a pool on the floor. The mirror rippled in it's frame as the last of his body came through and landed with a slight splash on the floor.
The pool on the floor rippled and began to take shape; tendons attaching eagerly to bone, blood vessels snaking their way through the muscle tissue, organs inflating steadily inside stretching rib bones before being enveloped by the familiar gaunt skin. McCormick watched in silence as his skull took shape, teeth sprouting out excitedly from the jawbone before the skin flowed into lips. The eyes were the last to take shape, pooling into the sockets like black wine seconds before the eyelids embraced them. He opened his newly reformed eyes and smiled as he saw the expression of shock and disgust on McCormick's face.
"There, isn't that better now?" he said as he reached out and touched McCormick on the shoulder.
McCormick tasted the bile welling up in the back of his throat before the darkness consumed his vision.
He awoke, floating again in the center of the white room. Though he could not see the man, he could feel his presence standing just behind him.
"I again have to apologize," The man echoed, "I forget that on your plane, I am unable to make physical contact with anyone...living,"
McCormick's jaw muscles were paralyzed along with the rest of his body, but he knew the statement was rhetorical in nature and made no move to reply.
"It is time you knew why I brought you here," He continued as he slowly paced around McCormick's floating body, "You are here because it is time for me to choose a successor. I have been in this form for nearly two centuries and now my time is coming to an end."
"What are you? What do you mean a successor?" McCormick thought, knowing he would be able to hear.
"I am judgment, I am jury, I am divine punishment," He replied solemnly, "I am Zakai, I am Aden, I am Aswad and Amdis. I am many things and I am known by many names, but as with everything in this world, I was not always this being. I was once mortal, as you are now. I was approached in this room, suffered the wounds of Kylzymath, what you call the stigmata, and was changed into the creature you see before you."
"What are you talking about a successor? You want me to become...whatever it is that you are?"
"In a sense, yes. You will take over and I will cease to exist. You, as you know yourself now, will cease to exist as well. But your soul will remain, in this form as judgment personified."
"And if I refuse?" McCormick asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Then I'm afraid you will have to die,"
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If I was him, I'd take the job
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If I was him, I'd take the job
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Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-03-28 17:03:49 EST (#)
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yeah...there you go
Elemental's a little slow in coming lately and I figured if I was going to force myself to write something, I may as well use this.
Writer's block is great, no?