DEATH SYNTHETIC (Pt. 1)

DEATH SYNTHETIC-
A TALE OF DEAMONIC CURIOSITY.


She stared into a constantly shifting mass of black mist, wondering how something like that could exist, and what the mist held. As she spun in a circle, her fuzzy mind slowly recovering, she realized two things. One, she was standing in a clear space, the mist completely surrounding her. And two, she had no idea how she got to wherever the hell this place was.

A voice issued out of the mist behind her, “you’ve probably recovered enough to wonder where you are by now,” she spun, trying to see through the shifting black wall. The voice shifted, still coming from behind her “honestly though, that doesn’t matter in the least.” there was something wrong here, nobody could move that fast, and there was something in that voice. Old. That was the only word that came to mind, though the voice seemed to be from a young man.

Still groggy and confused, she wasn’t quite able to panic yet, which allowed her a couple of calm words. “  If it doesn’t matter, then I would still like to know... And who the hell are you?”

“Sound pretty confident for someone waking up in something like this.” this time the voice moved as it talked, swinging from behind her to directly in front as the mist began to fade. It swirled together, slowly being drawn into a single source. Finally, there was nothing left of the mist but a swirling shadow of a person. All of this was just too odd to be scared of just yet, but she was getting the feeling that she should be terrified.

At last, the remaining mist solidified into an inhumanly beautiful boy of about nineteen or twenty. His hair was black, reached his knees , and was constantly writhing, as if the mist still flowed around him. His eyes were impossible to miss in the gloom, seeming to shine, though it was only their color; an impossible green, that seemed both light and deep. Then he smiled, and the lethargy surrounding her broke, and terror flowed freely though her veins. And then she ran.

“Hush,” he cooed in her ear as she ran. He was somehow behind her, she didn’t understand. Then thin, powerful arms wrapped around her, stopping her dead in her tracks. “Running is no good, besides it’s the only thing that can possibly make things worse right now,” he said teasingly, lips just barely brushing her throat. She felt his teeth lightly scrape her skin as his words became angry “I detest cowards that run, and I make their pain eternal. Save yourself that misery at least.” the words were like loving slime. They slid down her, making her shiver in disgust as her body reacted pleasurably to the threat, “Sit with me. Lets talk a bit. We’ve an interesting game to play, and I’ve got some questions for you as well.” he said as he took her hand and started walking back the way they came.

She resisted at first, but found it useless. He simply dragged her along as if she didn’t way a thing. Walking along, she finally took in her surroundings. They were in a huge deserted warehouse. As far as the eye could see in any direction, there was nothing but huge pillars and empty crates. The whole place seemed to be illuminated by a strange glow near the floor, leaving the high ceiling shrouded in shadow, and giving the support pillars a look of going forever upwards.

“This is an old place, once used by the military as a store house for things they didn’t want people to know about,” he said conversationally, taking in the desolate scene with a graceful sweep of his arm. “It’s completely hidden, deep under a mountain, and unreachable, since its been sealed with a quarter mile of concrete. Not even you’re own government knows this place exists anymore.” again he smiled, and the inhumanity of it transformed his beautiful features into something alien and terrible. Her knees buckled at the sight of it, suddenly weak from the fear she’d already forgotten.

He let her fall, then sat across from her and, still smiling his inhuman smile, said “So… let us begin our game.”

“We’ll start with questions, this game will be more fun when there is an understanding between us.” suddenly he was very serious, regarding her with a stone look that said this was nothing like a game. Her mind was racing, she still had no clue as to what was going on. Is this a test? she thought frantically as she resisted the urge to run and the urge to reach out and touch this beautiful, threatening creature. “Ask.” he said quietly, understanding in his eyes, his voice filled with an unexpected warmth.

              This only heightened her fear and confusion, she could make nothing of him.
“Who… what are you?” she nearly whispered.

He laughed at that. “I’m always asked one of two basic questions at first: ‘what are you?’ or ‘Why me?’, I’m a bit of an egotist, so I much prefer the first question.” he reached out and she flinched away. Faster than she could see, his hand was behind her head, she started to pull away and his fingers twined in her hair, bringing tears to her eyes as she was yanked back to face him. He smiled his demon smile, but this time she felt lust rush over her as-- before her brain tried once again to contemplate such an inhuman thing-- he leaned in and whispered “I can show you.”

His kiss was amazing, but she quickly forgot the physical, as images, thoughts, and emotions that were not her own flooded her. She felt love, a thousand times stronger than she thought could be. She felt a thousand times hate, and sadness, and happiness, and she felt a thousand emotions she didn’t know. In that kiss, she lived forever and didn’t exist, and finally understood the being before her, everything he did and felt and was.

And then he broke away and she felt despair, for her own body couldn’t contain such pure emotion, and quickly the images and thoughts began to sift away as a dream does in waking. All she was left with was an emptiness, and a newly heightened fear, for now she understood-- even if she didn’t comprehend-- the creatures game. Then that faded too, and she was left knowing nothing other than what was about to happen meant suffering. She cried.

“Stop that.” he said mildly “it doesn’t become you. you’ve done so well up to this point.” She looked at him with hurt in her eyes, knowing it was foolish to feel bruised. But how could anyone expect someone to go through that and not cry, especially with the…threat? There was no other word for it… of  what lie ahead. “I think that I’ve answered your question, along with just about anything else you could want to ask, but, is there anything else.”

She sniffed and stared at the floor, forcing herself to leave her empty despair. He was right, there was nothing left she wanted to ask, but something she felt she had to. “I saw… I felt the way you feel. How can you do… whatever it is your going to do to me. How can it not rip you apart?” she whispered, tears still flowing down her cheeks unnoticed.

He smiled again, and this time it was almost human. “It does,” she looked up, shocked at his reply.  “It will hurt me, every pain you are to experience, every moment of fear, it will tear at me as it would any human, only much worse. And not only my emotions, but yours as well will mix, creating something even more terrible, something a human has never felt.”

Her voice rose as she spoke “Why then? Why do this to me? Why do it to yourself?!”

“Because I don’t see bad, or good, like you do. My kind, we want to experience everything, and when something catches our fancy, we can’t let it go until it’s played out to the end.” He looked at her strangely “You got my attention. And your way of thinking. So I made up my game-” she gasped, and he nodded “ you know now, you remember.” he smiled lovingly at her “so we can play?”

She screamed. There was no room for thought anymore as realization crashed down on her. She was going to die. And after that she would die. And then she would die, again and again until this thing was done with her.  She didn’t realize because she couldn’t have believed, but that loving grin woke her to reality, to the fate laid before her, to the game about to be played, and to the soul searing fact that she wanted it. All her poetry and stories of death, her lifelong obsession, was real to her in a new way because, even though she had always put herself into such a situation, she never believed that that was what she wanted. She screamed and then she laughed a hysterical laugh, and then it was all too much, and blackness overtook her as she lost consciousness.