Gifts
“And you said you received something form him? What did you receive?”
“I received two gifts” the man said with his eyes looking a round the room. He spoke slowly, enthusiastically and gleeful “He gave me two gifts”
“The first gift?”
The mans face lit up in a wide childish smile “Answers, answers to any question you could ask. Answers to all the questions you wouldn’t even know to ask”
“And the second?”
“Power. Unexplainable, unconscionable, power” The man said leaning back into the small metal chair. Spotlights stared at him behind the man in the black suit that was questioning him. Two men flanked him, he could not see their heads because of the lights. “He gave me these two gifts. Even if I wanted to explain them to you” The man raised his arms and waved them in the air “I would have no idea how. There is no explanation that can be given, no words to describe, even if I showed you, you wouldn’t see”
“How do we know you actually have these gifts?”
The man gave a small laugh “Please, if I didn’t have them, we wouldn’t be here right now. You wouldn’t of found me. He gave them to me, not you”
“And what if we kill you and take them?”
“We both know you can’t kill me”
There was a silence in the room. The spotlights buzzed and the men in black sat and stood as statues.
“You know, you guys have spent more money and time then anyone on the face of this planet. Sitting at the top of your obsidian pyramid. Controlling, scheming the world. Looking for answers, looking for power, looking for these. And yet, he never gives them to you.”
“You know you are not the only one to receive gifts from him” The man in black said.
“Yes, I know”
“Then you must know what fate awaits you”
“He has become very annoyed with you because of that. Every time he gives gifts, you snatch them away. Torturing, interrogating, mutilating, trying to gain what isn’t yours. He knows and he prepared me.”
“Prepared? What makes you any different?”
There was as slight hum that coursed around the room then followed by a high pitched squeal that needled into everything. The lights started to spasm and then died. The small room was dark. The men in black scrambled for lights, but something then illuminated them. Glowing red eyes, hot as magma that seemed to burn when they gazed in ones direction. Red streaks of glowing ember coursed down the mans body and he stood staring in their direction. The men screamed, pulling their pistols from their jacket and firing at will. Each bullet hit the man square, but they simply burst into bright light.
“All that were chosen” The man said, his voice dark and distorted “Will be free. You, false soothsayers, men of non equal, creatures of lies and violence. Burn in your own devices” As the man stopped speaking the three men burst into flames. Their wild screams filled the air and alarms started to blare in unison. They whipped wildly searching for refuge until their bodies started to bloat and with a sickening crunch they erupted burning flesh and blood on to the room. The man stepped towards the door and it blew off it’s hinges.
His feet left scorched earth, his vision burned what it saw, his voice made ears rupture and his touch tainted.
The alarms blared, emergency lights flickered. There were 13 floors that stood between him and the rest of the world.
Sometimes I have monologues with my self. I don’t know why or how they come about. I stand up from my desk. I speak a line and act out a scene while walking around. This, up until the deaths of the agents, I acted out while making lunch. Who knows why the mind and body work in such a way.