“Ut et ego mundo in alteram secat in sanguinem.”
She looked up from the notebook in her hands, eyes scanning the room for any indication her incantation had worked. She was well past the stage in her life where she expected thunder and lightning to crackle in the distance, but something would be nice. Just a little flicker of a lightbulb, or a creepy draft caressing her skin out of nowhere.
“Waste of my goddamn time,” she muttered, grabbing the pencil off the floor next to where she had knelt and scratching out another failed spell. She stood up, shoulders hunched and bottom lip jutting out as she fell onto her bed,
“What are they?”
“I dunno. I’m not sure they’re actually a ‘they’. We might be looking at just pieces of something.”
The shorter of the two men steps forward. He turns his head left. Then right. He looks up slowly, pushing the top of his helmet back so he can see all the way up. He looks back down. With the gloves attached to his suit he touches the thick, granular substance that coats the entire area. His partner watches apprehensively, eyeing the bizarre, crooked structures. He expects the things to start moving towards them at any moment.
“The structures go into this stuff pretty dee
I am Chaos
I was not born in the middle of a storm.
I was the storm.
My birth had the same soundtrack as most funerals.
Quiet. Hushed whispers as the doctor handed me to the nurses. Methodical shuffling as they cleaned me. My mother took one look at me, and burst into tears. Anyone stepping into that hospital room with their eyes closed would have expected a coffin; not my wretched face.
I don’t mean I was an ugly baby. Not outwardly, anyway. Evil seemed to linger about me like a stench. A putrid smell that stayed in ones nostrils even after they had left the room. After seeing me people couldn’t shake that slightly unsettled
The shadow slashed a long angle across her face. Blue eyes rolled up in their sockets, slowly and langorously until they couldn’t go any further. only then did she begin to tilt her head back, weak chin raising until her neck was stretched in a tense arc. There were no clouds today. A sky the size of the world and not a single whispy white puff across the blue. She wondered how many miles of the staircase she was witnessing. She tried to count the spiraling coils, methodically in threes until she reached well over a hundred but kept losing count around that point. It became difficult to see where the edges were despite how clear and blu
“Do you trust me?”
“Are you fucking nuts? Of course I don’t trust you.”
“What? Really?”
He looks genuinely surprised. Like I haven’t known him for less than five minutes. Like he didn’t just burst into my apartment, shouting a mess of gibberish, and tie me to a kitchen chair.
I pull at the ropes binding my wrists to the wood.
“Yes, really!”
“Oh,” he frowns. “Because of the tying you up thing.”
I’m still sleepy enough to hope this is some fucked up dream.
“Yeah, that might have something to do with it.”
I’m vaguely aware o