Natasha ∙ 18 weeks ago
his daughter. But how to set about this task without so much as a name?
Sun has finally risen and even though it has been a long and harrowing night I cannot stop. I must try to find someone who knew this man, then maybe I can find his daughter. As I neared the Inn I noticed everyone staring at me with apprehension and
a wariness that I could not place.
An old, blind man that I had not noticed earlier was the first to speak to me.
As the sunset and the full moon rose the people begin to act different. The Cold winds from the North pierced through my clothes as the clouds begin to roll in shadowing the the once bright moon. I lit up a cigarette and begin to walk. As I cross the street, I noticed a man who had a strange demeanor. He looked at me and then proceeded to ask, "Hey do you have another cigarette?" I looked at him and said, "You know, smoking is bad for your health." I smiled while handing him the cancer stick. He asked for a light so I struck a match on the match book and watched as he inhaled. After his first hit he said, "Say, you from these parts? No, I'm from somewhere else.Where might I ask?" He asked me as he inhaled. "I'm from a a far away place. Why do you ask?" He responded by shrugging his shoulders as he took another hit off of his cigarette. "Well I ask because....you seem strange. Me? Strange? How so? Your talking to your reflection on this dark street and it's answering you. Psh! Your not my reflection! We don't look alike. Your brain has perceived me as different..think about it, were smoking the cigarette, the same..........exact..........way. Copy cat. No. I'm you...
Seeing this situation ,the man fainted. Suddenly a huge white bear came from nowhere and started licking him.
As the man slowly opened his eyes, he saw this huge black snout and a pink tongue followed by extremely large teeth. Trying his best no to freak, he laid there. Wondering when the licking would stop. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bucket that was in reach. He slowly moved his arm over trying to not upset bear but he failed. The Bear begin roaring. All of the saliva from the bear showered his face like hurricane winds pushing the ocean on land. The man with fear, stayed still. The bear let out a less vicious roar. The bear looked at him. The bear took his paw and pushed the man like a parent pushing a kid on the swing. The man saw his chance to get away when the bear pushed him but decided maybe he should just keep playing dead. The bear ran over; he looked at the man, gave him a tad push, roared and ran away. The man realized he defecated himself. "fuck" he yelled. He looked around and then it dawned on him, he had a dream. He had a dream that he was smoking a cigarette with a man and the man said--- "Holy shit! That was not a dream that actually...
was everything true. You are actually talking to your shadow and actually a huge white bear is sitting near you, waiting for you to wake up."The man got up ad saw around him and he saw that re ally a giant bear like thing is waiting for him. he turned towards him, and pretending that he's not scared, he looked at him and said, "What do you want?"
The bear like thing sniffed the air and replied by speaking into his mind. "A drink would be nice."
And listening the word "drink" the blood in my veins FROZE. I thought he meant my blood by the word "drink". And I was not wrong. He approached me and said, "say your last wish."
I reached out to the log of wood lying close by, swinging it in full strength towards the bear. The bear
"This is going nowhere," I thought, but the bear, sure was, flying real high. I pinched myself to make sure whether I was dreaming. No, I wasn't and neither was the bear dreaming about being kicked by me and soaring in the sky.
Out of some strange instinct, I looked down at my belly where I had pinched. To my horror, there was a big hole where my navel had been before.
'This is just a dream, this is just a dream,' I kept muttering the new mantra.
But out of the hole slithered out a serpent, with a head so vile that it reminded me of the leech I'd eaten while I was lost in the jungles of Amazon.
The serpent looked up in the air at the flying bear.
"Wow" I thought, now I have a serpent and a bear to fight.
The serpent suddenly jumped on the bear and killed it with its venomous bite and then looked at me with its slithering tongue. I was about to
run. But couldn't because that serpent at once changed into a beautiful Princess and was smiling at me. I was so mesmerized looking at her.
I began to wonder, was there a dark side to her? with her beauty so radiant yet, she but a moment ago was a serpent. Still, I cannot help myself for I am drawn to her eyes, her hair , her body . at this moment she speaks and her voice is more than I can handle but summoning up courage I ask
But as I heard myself speak, and noticed the strangeness in my voice. I felt I was asking the question to myself and not to the beautiful princess.
Was she really a princess? I never knew. Because as soon as she moved her lips, a silvery cobweb fell upon them and upon mine. I knew then, we would never be able to express anything except through our eyes.
I looked into her eyes, and asked her the same question,"Who are you?" It was such an intense and urgent question that I felt my eyeballs would explode.
and she replied i am angel of your dream...i am the one you are searching for
The she-serpent continued "I can help you find the apparition's daughter. That way you need not sacrifice your body but can still claim the fortune. "
It seemed like a good deal to me. But I knew there had to be a catch. I asked the serpent what do you want in return? The serpent answered "I want
YOU as my mate!! and for that you have to be a serpent too for which I have to kill you, but you won't be dead."
"How are you going to do that?" I inquired.
Before my words had dropped and flown to her ears like cotton balls swaying in the summer breeze (though it was winter and icy cold). Her hands had elongated and had me wrapped thrice around my waist.
I must confess, when her hands had slithered around my waist, I had felt so feminine and had forgotten my desire to fight back. I was engulfed with a sweet sensation that happens prior to love making.
I could feel her breath, though her body was about two metres away and her tongue flip flapping towards mine.
No thoughts. Just this pleasant sensation of being loved was overflowing within me.
Just as I opened my mouth to let her tongue (tongues - actually) inside my mouth, something brilliant struck at her slithery hands which by then had been caressing every inch of my body.
" LET HER GO," someone or something shouted, I couldn't make out whether it was a human being or the bark of an animal.
The hands and tongues had already gone back to their owner. And, something was dragging me away from that lovely divine figure, though I didn't feel any sort of wriggling tentacles or hands over my body.
I, as I slid away from the place where I was standing, wanted to have a last look at my princess because I knew this would be our first and the last meeting.
And then I saw him, as I was speeding backwards into some kind of a tunnel from where I could just see the princess about a hundred metres away.
Yes, he was there, holding a .............................
scythe. It was Death and he was pointing at me.
"It is not yet your time. This is not your path."
This is not my path?? This is not my path!?! I was ready to die! Why? The man screamed. Death responded, you see that woman right there? The man replied, yes. What about her? She has had a miserable life time yet she get's up every morning with a smile on her face. Not once have I heard her cry she's going to kill herself...summoning me to come take her life away. You want to know what really hurts me, I have to take her life away tomorrow...in a very violent way. So just replace me the man screamed. I'm ready to go! She's not! Death looked at the man....it's not your time....with a puff of white smoke Death lays out his life. You see here, this is your plan. Now, I'm only going to show you two years of your future and you will not have time to memorize it; you'll barely get a glimpse. Then why show me? the man replied. So you'll be aware...the man looks, Holy flying shit from a pigs ass! I'm going to-- ssh! That will be our secret. So do you still want to switch places with the young woman who is going to die tomorrow? no, the man replied. I thought so....So does this me--- ah!!!! The man opens his eyes and jumps up....his vision a little blurry, all he sees is the traces of people. His vision comes into focus but you can tell the man is still disorientated...wha-- who-- how did i--- ssh! the nurse said. Don't worry your secret is safe with me...the man, still in a daze and then all of a sudden a flash back! WAIT! you know my secret!?! Sir you knee has to be cleaned? (Nurse says hesitant) Wait were are all those shadows or figures of people I saw? (The nurse looks around) Umm...it was just me in the room. I'm going to ask the doctors if they can lower your medicine dosage. Wait? Medicine? What's going on? Sir, do you remember? Remember what? Last thing I remember is a bear trying to lick my fucking face off and talking to de-- oh my God! What day is it!?!? Sir just calm down. Lady, I know this may sound crazy but today is your last day.
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He passed the day in disbelief, constantly wanting to ask the nurse what was real, and what wasn't. He tried to think over it all, it had to all be a crazy delusion, right? As he thought about all that had happened to him, he looked at the nurse and asked, "Nurse...what is my name?"
The nurse looked at him. She walked out the room. The guy screamed out, Where are you going!? I want to know my name! He takes his pillow and slams it on the floor. Great! I have no recollection of my name, I have no ideal why I'm in this hospital, and the--- just then the nurse walks in. She hands him a clip board. The man desperately takes it. He casually reads through the papers....CLIFFORD! My fucking name is Clifford! The nurse responds, that's what you signed at the bottom of this paper...Clifford. He looks at the signature trying to determine if that was his signature...wait, nurse, that isn't my hand writing. Wait! Who brought me here?? You crawled in here sir. What city am I in? New York. New York? Yeah...the big apple, city that never sleeps, Gotham City....yes I'm aware of New York...I just...last thing I remember, I was in Bitzevski Park....ever heard of it? No the nurse replied. Its a park on the outskirts of Moscow Russia. How do you end up here in? In America, in a Manhattan hospital. Good question the man replied. All I know is Clifford is not my name...well to my knowledge and you...you need to stay here for the night. Sir, I'm off in about 15 minutes and-- lady, what's your name? I'm Sarah. Sarah, you need to stay. Look sir I have no ideal what your talking about and I'm not going to stay all night at a hospital because of some....crazy dream you had. Sarah, this wasn't some dream. This was real! Ok well Clifford, do realize the medication the doctors have had you on, are some powerful drugs...they have been known to give patients psychedelic dreams or in your case realistic dreams. So like I said, I'm going to have the doctors lower your dosage and switch you off this medication because you seem like a good guy. I don't want your brain to rot. (She smiles at him) Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow. Get some rest. (Sarah leaves)
(The next day) Clifford wakes up in a frantic. The doctor a little jumpy ask, "Is everything ok?" Where's Sarah!?! She's on her way; she's running a little late because her sister died in a horrible shooting.