8.
If there
is anything I must admit from this last day, is that I have lost all my
dignity. I could not save anything I may have kept from being creepily standing
in the back of a dead girls house to being verbally bitchslapped by my cat, so
anything I have left is now gone.
When I heard her voice, I screamed.
Screamed like those women in the
movies that are having babies, or those babies going to their first horror
movie. I screamed.
The next moments are all a blur of
embarrassment and humiliation. As I screamed, I fell to the floor and played
dead. From my vantage point on the ground, I saw Sam fly and attack someone’s
face until a black bag was put on my face.
I was being dragged like a dead body
from my apartment. Hands gripped my limbs and pulled as if it was a perfectly
normal thing to see a grown man pulled like a terrorist out of his home on a
Thursday morning.
The ride to wherever we were going
took what seemed like forever. The metal floor of whatever I was pushed onto
rattled and bruised my ribs as we went. My ribs screamed in pain as the floor
played like a xylophone on my body.
As the ride went longer and longer,
I began to think of everything I was missing. Fish tacos on the peer and the
beaches of a tropical island. As I thought more and more of the tacos, they grew
arms and began carrying cocktails on the sand. Those bastards.
I began to ruminate how I would end
up killing those man-tacos as I was manhandled off the metal floor and down
stairs. The pulling at my limbs felt as if they were about to be ripped off. Rough
hands and smooth cement stairs began to batter at my roughed up body.
The smell hit me first. I barely
noticed that my hands were being held up by a hook as I smelled the rot of a
thousand years of isolation. The mask was taken off my head and I barely
recognized the others with their chilling blue eyes all lined up on the wall of
the circular room for the thing.
It was half way cemented into the
ground. The amphibious body had elongated arms that were draped over its head.
As I stared at it, the face peered through the arms. The large eyes stared at
me, the pupil-less eyes, and puffy lips opened to reveal sharp teeth.
I pulled at the meathook to get down
as the grooves in the floor went from it to me. The cold air began to pull at
my arms and the Woman’s hand cupped my cheek.
“Please,” she said as she moved
around to stand in front of me, “stop pulling and fighting.”
Her voice cut straight into my
muscles, I was paralyzed by the inhumanness in it.
“You have the ability to die for
something, it won’t be long.”
I began to think of the Taco-men
bastards and how I was about to die for them.
Bullshit.
I fought as hard as I could and it
felt like it was done in slow motion, the only redeeming thing in my worthless
life. I caught her small chin under my foot. She stumbled back and her mouth
was full of blood as she screamed at me. That beautiful creature saved my life.
I closed my eyes and turned as I
heard the ripping and tearing from the centre of the room and felt the warm
fuzz wrap around me. A small whispery voice came from it.
“Think of somewhere. Anywhere.”
So I did.
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