Post by grrman on Oct 23, 2006 20:49:09 GMT -5
My most recent piece. I'm about to change that, however!
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Monolith. An intimidating word I had always found so intriguing and majestic. I found myself using it time and time again in my earlier years, but I had never associated it with anything particularly deserving. Now, I had found a suitable object worthy of such an honoring description.
Myself.
I felt as though worlds shattered as my boots clopped sharply against the metal tiles. Fire my wake, chaos my stride. Instigation my sphere.
Conceit? Arrogance? Hubris? Yes, guilty of the entire trio. But isn't that the sacrifice of man? Unsurpassed intelligence, reasoning, and personal reflection, yet condemned to forever stride onwards through the throes of mind and matter, searching for a way to ascend higher the crystal stair to a state of utter divinity and omnipotence. Thus, the birth of man's rather disdainful superiority complex. I do not deny such charges, I am human, after all.
I continued to saunter forward, and I felt the comforting, swaying lick of my coat against the back of my legs. No reason to stop now, to let doubt and caution stray my hand. No. This wasn't destiny, this wasn't fate. This was my decision playing directly into the hands of others.
My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. A rather natural process of using your legs continually, I had gathered years before. My eyes gazed straight ahead, occupied by thought, yet aware of the surrounding area depite their frozen appearance.
A shivering serpent of anticipition lanced through my bowels up into my throat, through my limbs, biting at my heart and attempting to tear it out of my chest. I attempted to quell the serpent, yet it sullenly continued to aggravate my organs, convince me to turn on my heel and let it all fly to the wind's content. No, that wasn't going to happen.
Years ago I had tried to banish fear and almost died. Fear was the human concern for survival and existence, I realized, I couldn't let it go. Because it wouldn't let me go.
The metal walls were reflective, like diseased grey mirrors. I could see my snow-clad figure stalking alongside them, mirroring my image in grostesque fashions. A glint of fiery crimson sparked as the walls caught the flicker of my eyes. I was like a maelstrom spiraling out of the arctic, with my long coat whipping behind me and around my legs as I strode. Glanced at the metal-tiled floor, I noticed my hair becoming slightly frayed, as if my tension was causing it to strain. I raised my white-gauntleted hand and ran it over the field of short spikes, taming them into a marginally more presentable condition. The feel of jet hair on my neck comforted me, and I felt my spine straighten and turn to a glacier's ice. No regret. No mercy. No pity. No consideration. No compassion. Just what comes natural, what flows from your mind in an infernal stream more fearsome than the depths of Hell.
I continued to walk. Looking above, I beheld the empty space of the structure, dotted with a few catwalks and transluscent platforms. It was all empty. As if they were expecting me.
Perhaps they were.
The serpent of anticipation swelled to a lizard of stark fear.
No, it was all under my hand. All bound to my mind. All of it was of my making, to be warped by no one else.
Yet... my own touch culled.
I felt my left eye twitch in irritation. Stay focused. Let the pure light of the sun flow through your mind... let it clean the chasms and ravines cracking your mind...
I walked, yet my pace slowed. After such a distance, I had come to a door of massive size, metal as the rest of this abomination of architecture was. I felt a strange sensation, as though millions, billions, no... trillions of tiny, miniscule shards of light had fallen into place, forming an exquisite mosaic of composition and content.
A masterful mosaic that was me.
I placed my hand against the door. My eyes widened as I felt the pull of the inevitable thrust me into the heart of what I had created...
The doors swumg open with a metallic hum. Perhaps a thousand soldiers stood at attention, facing a podium at the opposite end of the monstrous chamber, where an authoritive man in brown spoke.
Suddenly, he froze at the sight of a large man in an Antarctic trenchcoat and gear staring at him with boring red eyes.
"Intruder!" he screamed, pointing at me with enraged eyes. His armed assembly spun about and fell into a combative stance, rifles striving for my heart.
As calm as permafrost, I reached deep within myself and drew forth my blade and magnum. I felt my face subconsciously carve into a gruesome smile.
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Monolith. An intimidating word I had always found so intriguing and majestic. I found myself using it time and time again in my earlier years, but I had never associated it with anything particularly deserving. Now, I had found a suitable object worthy of such an honoring description.
Myself.
I felt as though worlds shattered as my boots clopped sharply against the metal tiles. Fire my wake, chaos my stride. Instigation my sphere.
Conceit? Arrogance? Hubris? Yes, guilty of the entire trio. But isn't that the sacrifice of man? Unsurpassed intelligence, reasoning, and personal reflection, yet condemned to forever stride onwards through the throes of mind and matter, searching for a way to ascend higher the crystal stair to a state of utter divinity and omnipotence. Thus, the birth of man's rather disdainful superiority complex. I do not deny such charges, I am human, after all.
I continued to saunter forward, and I felt the comforting, swaying lick of my coat against the back of my legs. No reason to stop now, to let doubt and caution stray my hand. No. This wasn't destiny, this wasn't fate. This was my decision playing directly into the hands of others.
My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. A rather natural process of using your legs continually, I had gathered years before. My eyes gazed straight ahead, occupied by thought, yet aware of the surrounding area depite their frozen appearance.
A shivering serpent of anticipition lanced through my bowels up into my throat, through my limbs, biting at my heart and attempting to tear it out of my chest. I attempted to quell the serpent, yet it sullenly continued to aggravate my organs, convince me to turn on my heel and let it all fly to the wind's content. No, that wasn't going to happen.
Years ago I had tried to banish fear and almost died. Fear was the human concern for survival and existence, I realized, I couldn't let it go. Because it wouldn't let me go.
The metal walls were reflective, like diseased grey mirrors. I could see my snow-clad figure stalking alongside them, mirroring my image in grostesque fashions. A glint of fiery crimson sparked as the walls caught the flicker of my eyes. I was like a maelstrom spiraling out of the arctic, with my long coat whipping behind me and around my legs as I strode. Glanced at the metal-tiled floor, I noticed my hair becoming slightly frayed, as if my tension was causing it to strain. I raised my white-gauntleted hand and ran it over the field of short spikes, taming them into a marginally more presentable condition. The feel of jet hair on my neck comforted me, and I felt my spine straighten and turn to a glacier's ice. No regret. No mercy. No pity. No consideration. No compassion. Just what comes natural, what flows from your mind in an infernal stream more fearsome than the depths of Hell.
I continued to walk. Looking above, I beheld the empty space of the structure, dotted with a few catwalks and transluscent platforms. It was all empty. As if they were expecting me.
Perhaps they were.
The serpent of anticipation swelled to a lizard of stark fear.
No, it was all under my hand. All bound to my mind. All of it was of my making, to be warped by no one else.
Yet... my own touch culled.
I felt my left eye twitch in irritation. Stay focused. Let the pure light of the sun flow through your mind... let it clean the chasms and ravines cracking your mind...
I walked, yet my pace slowed. After such a distance, I had come to a door of massive size, metal as the rest of this abomination of architecture was. I felt a strange sensation, as though millions, billions, no... trillions of tiny, miniscule shards of light had fallen into place, forming an exquisite mosaic of composition and content.
A masterful mosaic that was me.
I placed my hand against the door. My eyes widened as I felt the pull of the inevitable thrust me into the heart of what I had created...
The doors swumg open with a metallic hum. Perhaps a thousand soldiers stood at attention, facing a podium at the opposite end of the monstrous chamber, where an authoritive man in brown spoke.
Suddenly, he froze at the sight of a large man in an Antarctic trenchcoat and gear staring at him with boring red eyes.
"Intruder!" he screamed, pointing at me with enraged eyes. His armed assembly spun about and fell into a combative stance, rifles striving for my heart.
As calm as permafrost, I reached deep within myself and drew forth my blade and magnum. I felt my face subconsciously carve into a gruesome smile.