UberMas '06: The Halo he Wore (528 hits)
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Submitted by ripple (View user info) at 2006-12-15 10:50:48 EST
Jacob's bony fingers curl indecisively around the ring of light encircling his skull. He breaths deeply, then pulls with all his might. Almost instantly, his hands begin to burn. He opens his mouth to scream but makes no sounds, still pulling, pulling . . .
x
Six women were standing around Jacob in the home of his birth. His mother was holding him in her arms. All of the women were nearly identical; all spoke without moving their mouths and walked without opening their eyes. Jacob was hungry- he began to cry. One of the women nodded at his mother, and she touched him on the forehead with a finger.
-Sleep . . .
And so he did.
x
-How do you know we have halos, Jacob? his mother asked him without making a sound. She was a beautiful woman- tall and slender, with flaxen hair and pale skin. Her unseeing eyes were a faded blue and her unspeaking mouth a delicate pink. She furrowed her ageless brow, wondering how her son had come across knowledge that most men never gain. Seven-year-old Jake replied telepathically.
-I sense them, mother. But not like you do, not with my mind. I sense them with my eyes.
Jacob remembers seeing (though he does not know that word for it) his mother reach in to touch his face with elfin fingers. She ran her fingertips up his jaw and across his temples, finally touching his eyelids ever so lightly. She turned away from her son and felt around her own eyes, wondering what made Jacob's so different.
-Don't you ever tell a soul. She cautioned him.
-About which part, mother? My eyes or the halos?
-Neither.
x
The burning is unbearable- ten times the energy of hell must be contained in such a minute oval. Jacob falls down to his knees and throws all the weight of his body against his delicate halo. He wrenches his head backwards and feels his neck crack out of place. How . . . How . . .
x
-Are we really going to do this? One of Jake's classmates asked.
-Why not? Another countered.
-Are you ready, yet? Jake inquiered impatiently.
-Yes, they thought in unison, opening their palms just inches from the circles of light.
-On one- two- thr . . .
-STOP! three bell-like thoughts echoed through the playground. Three slender women came running across the park, leaping over and ducking under obstacles with eyes closed. Each angel grabbed her own child and pulled him to a corner of the park. Jacob saw his friends' lovely mothers sprout scaly wings and forked black tongues in their ire. His own mother was crying. She opened her eyes, but they did not focus.
-Jacob, what did I tell you?
-Not to tell anyone. Jacob thought guiltily.
-Jake, you don't understand what we are or what we do. When you go to do the work of all our men, when you become a Voice, maybe then you'll have an idea. But right now, I can only tell you that your halo is all you have. Don't throw away your divinity, my love.
x
There is nothing to see here, Jacob realized one day as he sat beneath a gray apple tree. The people have colors, but the world does not. I know I won't end up here- there isn't one man in Excelcis older than fifteen- but I want to leave on my own terms. I want to see.
An image briefly filled his mind: blind men standing on railway station platforms with signs in their arms and halos on their heads.
-You, too, a thought echoed.
-NO! he cried, shocked by his imagination.
-I don't want divinity, I don't want knowledge, I just want someone to see me!
His hands were already climbing towards his crown.
x
The scent of burning flesh wafts across a field in Northern Minnesota. Jake rises from the ground and looks into his hands. There is nothing there. For the first time in his life, he is cold and hungry and there is no one to help him.
-Maybe I made a mistake, he thinks.
He looks to the sky for help and the snow begins to fall. Raising his ruined hands to the glory of such an unfamiliar nature, he is filled with the certainty that he did not.
User Reviews
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2007-02-19 19:02:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 Jake
Submitted by DesolateMisanthrope (user info) at 2007-02-19 18:43:03 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by WatchMyStep (user info) at 2006-12-17 02:14:23 EST (#)
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Submitted by Casus_Belli (user info) at 2006-12-16 17:00:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2006-12-15 19:10:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-12-15 17:40:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-12-15 17:22:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is really creative, and not at all overwritten. Well done.
Submitted by Maltese (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:20:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Aww, come on! No Master Chief or Elites or Cortana?
Not even Xbox Live?
Boo! You suck!
Submitted by jade_digitalmedia (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:19:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
for some reason i read the title as 'why halo there whore' odd. good writing though. join us http://gabbly.com/http://www.ubersite.com *zombie stare*
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2006-12-15 13:52:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome.
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-12-15 11:38:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Really really solid, although not so much Christmas related as Christian-inspired. It's still cool and an awesome concept.
Submitted by CHR15 (user info) at 2006-12-15 11:12:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2006-12-15 10:51:37 (#)
Ranking: 0
suck my cock gentleman
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LOL.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-12-15 11:10:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
y HALO thar buttsecks?
This was good.
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2006-12-15 10:52:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Competition- http://www.ubersite.com/m/96717
Gofer's (read it, its way better than mine)- http://www.ubersite.com/m/96741
Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2006-12-15 10:51:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
suck my cock gentleman