Vergil #4 (481 hits)
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Submitted by garudave <misterkick.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-11-22 17:23:50 EST
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The wilderness called out in a thousand little voices that surrounded us. Vergil and I had finally decided to take a breather, after over twelve hours of fruitless walking. His conclusion about the town being nearby had ended up being completely wrong, and so there we were, stuck in the middle of God's land, at his mercy.
I laid on the soft earth. Something intrigued me about the way the environment felt. For once, the soil underneath me didn't come off as "dirt" to me; that is, I didn't feel contaminated by it. If the earth were a thinking being, would it perceive people as "dirt"? I meditated on this thought for a bit.
My companion sat, staring mindlessly into the ultimate dark that surrounded us. I didn't feel ill towards him anymore, for some reason. In my thoughtfulness, I realized I was just a soul riding on Vergil's chaotic wind of revenge, hoping that maybe things at the end of this treacherous path would make up for all the hurt that I knew was going to come from it.
I slept.
Shooting its rays through the branches over my head, the sun woke me. I stretched my arms and then rolled over on my side, where Vergil should have been, but he wasn't. This shot me into alert position and I looked around, trying to find the hulking bastard. "Vergil!" I shouted. A few seconds later, I saw a white shred of cloth stabbed into a tree with a pocket knife.
'Gary, I'm sorry I dragged you along. I've caused you enough trouble so far. Why don't you just hitchhike back home?' The words had been crudely written on the haggard parchment. Violation is the best word to describe how I felt. Not only had he abandoned me, but he ate almost all of my drugs (I assumed) and stole my gun. "God damn it," I mumbled to myself.
There was only one choice, in spite of all the directions my brain was trying to shoot me in. I had to find civilization before I starved to death, somehow secure some food, and then go on a search for good ol' Vergil, to make him suffer for rejecting me, his only true friend in the world. The possible difficulty of this task never crossed my mind. After all, how hard could it be to find someone with a tree growing out of him?
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Keep it coming. Short and beautifully sweet.
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