Written by: Clayton Little Basilisk part 2: "The Basilisk Slavery" I woke up this morning thinking of what the world would look like if the skies were fractals, instead of rain... Electric Blueberry Kool-Aid would rain down by the gallon onto my black umbrella. I could see myself getting up... stumbling to the washroom, and chat with mother nature about the weather, her life, my life ... just mortal babble to pass the moments. The mirror, a playground of my dreams, enlightenments and passing thoughts on life. I'd look at the pink tiles of my washroom as my feet move in slow motion over them... thumping each time I place my foot down ... left right left right... over and over again until I get to the door. Instead of the bright yellow and blue highlights on my windows and curtains... I'd see a collage of colours; a smattering of this, a touch of that, a speck of blue. Open up the curtain... crack the window open just a small amount, enough to breath in the ozone wonder outside, like a drug as my eyes open wider... the sleep falls out... this is life. Would things look different in this world if the sky was a fractal... would the word "infinity" really exist? This I ponder... grab some orange juice, sit down and read the newspaper. The headlines are so catchy, exuberant... and I feel myself being drawn into it slowly, like a poison slowly entering my blood stream... rowing its way to my heart as though it were taking a big vacation off to Never-Neverland. "Chaos Killer Strikes Again" <<>> I'm driving along a crowded street... the rain is coming down like cats and dogs, and I don't really care. I don't care what street I'm on, I don't care what city I'm in... hell, I can barely remember what planet I'm on today. All about is chaos... uncontrolled movement by all things. People go to and fro, the rain changes their minds quickly and they avoid rain puddles as though it were blood. Lightning strikes in the background at random... the power... the ferocity... it leaves its memory on my iris every time it tantalizes me. I enjoy its company, but it's a long distance relationship her and I have... I come and go, and she's constant, but I like her because she's electric. I roll down the window and smile at nothing... feeling rain splatter on my hand... Flash ... The ceiling looks nice today, I don't know why it looks nice but it sure does. At this angle, lying on my aching back and having my leg twisted in the chair that is also on its back... I search out the roof. I see where the rain has seeped through, leaving its mark... tempting me. It's white, you know... white... that's when the pain kicks in from me falling. It likes a jack-knife through my spine... I hear my teeth grit, and I can feel miniscule fragments of my teeth fly about my mouth as the muscles in my body clench like a primal scream. I can't feel my arms anymore... the muscle keeps pulling, wanting more, needing more... and I hear noises that my body never makes. (((HSALF))) It's night now... I'm gazing up at the moon, coloured bright blue and contrasting against the faded fractal twilight sky. I skid to a halt in front of some alleyway... fling my door open, and walk out in the night. The rain starts to caress my body... its cold tongue lathers up my skin first, but it slowly rips through my clothing and its chilling warmth slashes at my skin... and I walk. I can feel my nipples get hard, my skin reacts to Lady Chill... and my vision gets blurred from the water in my eyes. It's better this way... I see more, think less... and I see it at the far end of the alleyway... those eight reflective eyes... all blinking at random, and its neon pink tongue lashes out at the ground in front of it... The Basilisk has come once again... FLAsh... "Peter..." (I hear something...) "Peter, wake up... it's me..." (I don't want to see who it is, the name I don't know, the scent makes me shiver...) "Peter... don't do this to me..." (It's a woman... I'm sure of that now...) "Honey, dial 911... tell them it's an emergency..." "Okay mommy..." (No... there can be no interference...) *** Flash *** My blood is boiling, the rain flashes into steam as it hits my skin... and the beast craves more. In can see out of the darkness, out to the light on the street... seeing chaos wander about aimlessly, but the pain takes over. The Basilisk has me up against a wall, its tongue wrapped about my throat... tightening at every movement... its neon light wrapping about my face... I am a ghost. Its claws are digging into my back, and I feel the blood race out of me with every beat of my heart... I hear its beating like thunder in my ears... feel its pain as it shears me from the inside. Sodomy has no friend... and the Basilisk enjoys my body as though I were a toy. I try to squirm about, but the beast is a thousand men's fear brought down upon my mortal shell... and it brings on pain... wave... wave... wave... it rips my skin, pulls my hair... gives me that which I desire... pain... angst... anger... I need more... the lightning above strikes my coherency like a knife, I scream... the thunder of my soul screams louder... it has begun... Flash hsalF "Bitch..." My hand fires like a shotgun at her throat, and tightens like a vice. I feel the cold tiles beneath my back, but I tighten about her fragile throat with every bit of strength I can muster... her pain I must absolve her sins... make do with her body as it is my pleasure. I hear a scream, and my head tosses ever so slightly... and I feel her pain wrapped about my wrist... the time has come. Like the crack of a whip, I slam her head into the tiles in the floor... and I begin to feel the power... the surge of excellence... I sense the mirror coming... I must make myself clean and proper. As I get up... unbelievable strength floods my void, and she flies like a rag doll into the far wall and I wrench myself off the floor... drag my poison into being... it must begin. I scream... it builds... tempo increases in her soul, and I own it... the fear bursts like a gun, and I own it... the veins in my neck crackle and rip as my primal urges rise in strength... I can't see much... everything is turning red... and my neck snaps under the pressure... my flesh tears like paper... and my teeth chatter... and through my throat comes the demon. A burst of blood blows out from my throat like a window exploding outwards... I hear another scream, but not from her... this woman who slumps... she is mine... the circle is complete... As the blood settles... the walls crack... the windows shatter... the tiles vibrate in their enclosures... F Flash a s s a h l F I feel two claws enter the side of my head from the Basilisk... and I know my end is near. Its strange sensing your own death, seeing your soul escape your torment, your mind starting to slow down as though death were slowing down the film for your viewing entertainment. The Basilisk continues its relentless assault on my virgin body, its muscles flexing and crushing my bones up against the cement wall... and I know it must happen... F lash fash L A Flsh flah S H ...ends it come At that moment when you reach the highest of ecstasies, feeling every part of your body reaching a height of intensity that is within grasp of immortality, close enough for the sun to disintegrate the flesh off your bones, the second before killing someone, the moment before the lights are turned off... They all mean nothing to me... I must have it... I will have it. The screaming stops instantly... and silence pours into the kitchen like a viscous ooze... things are slowing down... evolution is coming to a halt... my heart is close to stopping... the tear in my eyes turn to vapor in a flash... and it comes... Her chest explodes outwards... sending minute fragments of flesh and blood everywhere in the kitchen like a spray. The blood-induced shockwave sends me smashing into the wall behind me... my bones crushing as my body is compressed against the wall, my spines explodes and my skull cracks off my brain, and jumps off my body as though it were abandoning its sanctity. As the two halves of my bloodied skull crack on the pink- and blood-red tiles of the floor, I hear sweet justice call to me with the cracking of bones. Through blood-coated eyes, I see her bare chest and ribs begin to snap... and squeeze closer together... they twist at angles so fast, her body does not feel the suffering... her spine snaps outwards at me and comes at me like an arrow... and rips through my chest... I orgasm with relief... she cries with pain as her body falls to the floor... and I must now face the mirror. I pull with all of my strength to raise my arms up to my brain... and my bloodied claws sink deep into the tender flesh of my soul... and I begin to rip it apart... as my world collapses I can see the angels and demons tear at my body... they flash by me and I rocket onwards... I see God crucified but with six arms, and his neck stretched out three feet and he speaks to me... my soul shatters from the sound... "Beast, slave, master... unto you we seek... the Lord hath spoken." I speak to him, as fractals flash like wildfire in the background... and the crackling of the Lord's neck is afire in my mind as he continues to move... "I am weary of my crying; my throat is dried; mine eye fail while I wait for my God." A black hand appears from nowhere, and it sucks the life from me in a flash... I am powerless against its heeding, and it slowly wraps about the Lord... it flashes, and I am sprayed with the blood of my saviour... and the voice dost speak from within me; "O God, thou knowest my foolishness; and my sins are not hid from thee..." Flash... CRACK... the Basilisk dismounts the human known as Peter, and the lifeless body slides gracefully off the cement wall... leaving a trail of blood... and the beast slithers back further into the darkness... away from all the chaos of this world... its neon tongue flicks away at the obstacles that it must traverse to get further into the darkness... Flash... The Basilisk rears its ugly head as it walks through the black wall like a non-corporeal creature. There is nothing about it now except for the void that is all about him now.. yet he continues to search... for its lair of finite wonders... the wisdom of the ancient is behind it now... and it slides out of the black wall from which it came... and it falls downwards into the void. Its mission is complete... *** The man looks down at the sidewalk and notices the small bug he just stepped on. The man crouches low to the ground, bending at old, weathered knees... slowly. The man chuckles and reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small monocle glass. The Man places the small monocle piece so that it rests on one side of the bug, and he slowly get's up, hands pushing off from his knees. He sighs deeply, and as he walks away... he begins to laugh. SAUCE00The Basilisk Slavery Gangreen MiSTiGRiS 199710 6Ã/