The other evolution ep2 revised…(disclaimer: don’t read if ur conscience tells u not to)

it was truly despair…i sat thru the whole thing…watched it from the beginning to the end…from when she was locked into that room…till she lay still on the floor in her own bloodpool…with her right hand still holding onto the knife tat stabbed her heart…

it had chosen her out of the many on the street tat day…perhaps because she was the least outstanding of all…where others had beautified themselves with shimmering colors of sliver, gold and bright pink…she stood out in her brown coat, grey plaited skirt and black penny loafers…an easy target along the city streets…

easy target for it…

having promised tat it’ll show me despair…he gently lifted the woman off the streets and placed her in a room…the woman suspected nothing…

at the same time, it sat me down in a spot…where i had full view of her and yet no one could see me…and all the time my eyes were focused to only her in tat room…it had had my head frozen still, making me face tat poor woman…who was about to face her death…

i couldn’t turn away…it wouldn’t let me…

the room…a small room…fitted more for a breeded pedigree than a human…an empty room…nthg was placed in…nthg was taken out…just a small, empty room with plastic walls, clear enough to see the outside world…

it had placed the plastic room in the middle of the city streets…right in the middle of all the city action….everyone had a clear view of her…

yet no one saw her…

before long…she knew she was in danger…the breathable air in the room was getting dangerously low…and yet she panicked…banging upon the plastic walls…wailing and shouting as much as can towards the ppl passing by…but none stopped to attend to her…

more than 60% of the word humanity is made up of human…yet the crowd had lost it all to other 40%…

she became desperate…banging and kicking even loudly than before…she couldn’t break free…

soon, she caught sight of me…and our eyes met…she knew i could see her…but wat she didn’t noe is tat i didn’t want to…the pain within me of all tat had happened so far was unbearable enough…i wasn’t prepared to see her come to the end of her road the way i was expecting…there were only a few options in my mind of how she was going to die… but each were more horrible and upsetting than the one before…

but she wouldn’t give up…not when someone could see her desperation…she banged on the walls again…this time, only specifically to me…her eyes were fixed on me…she was crying…her eyes and nose were red…her hands bruised from all tat banging…and due to the lack of air, she was growing weak…but her spirit still strong…

yet my head frozen still, i couldn’t gesture to her how helpless i was, or she was…

with all my might, i forced my eyelids down, agst the force tat it had set upon my face…and i keep my eyes closed, as long as i could…hanging on to tat force…only hoping to signal to her to stop expecting anthg from me…

within a few seconds, my eyelids popped back open…and as they refocused on her…her face was buried in her palms…flooded with tears……

it was pleased with the way this was going…i’m sure of this…seeing pain in two ppl at the same time…it was like killing 2 birds with one stone…wat could be better…for it…

soon, it felt that the time for the finale had come…she had become extremely weak and she couldn’t breathe properly…her end had arrived…

probably out of sympathy, or out of excitement…it threw in a knife into the room…a small kitchen knife…which clanged into tat plastic box and caught her attention…it gave her hope

perhaps the sheath of the knife could provide a sufficient blunt force to break the plastic…or the sharp blade could pierce thru the slits in between the wall panels…allowing her to break free…she seemed to thought so…and in desperation, she picked up the knife, and with the blade facing outwards, she attempted to pierce the walls with it…

for a plastic wall tat seemed so thin…it was durable…despite all her banging with her fist, with her knife…it had yet to develop a scratch….

she cryed out in anger and slammed the knife on the ground…

satisfied with wat it saw so far, it floated gently to the woman…whispered into her ear and left….

like tat of a reflex action, and in all the desperation tat had build up…she took up the knife again and plunged the knife into her heart…

dark red blood trickled out slowly from tat newly pierced wound, flowed out and stained her brown coat…

and she slowly collapsed to the ground…in full view of everyone in the streets………..

some saw her…stopped to stare at her… and walked away…thinking tat it was just some sort of entertainment…probably a talentless one…and they pay heed no more…

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“wat do u tink?” it asked me, prouding saying so as if it had accomplished great work and was expecting a praise from me…it had yet to unfreeze me…and i said nthg…

“don’t u desire to ask me wat i had whispered to her?”…it continued to ask…and yet, i still said nthg…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other evolution ep1…(disclaimer: don’t read if u haven’t read the first one)

i looked at the blog entry below…

“u noe, this wasn’t wat i had in mind”

“as in?”

“as in?…i mean, there, i wrote in the last line tat i didn’t wake up…then y m i awake?”

“if u didn’t wake up, how could u possibly write tat last line tat u didn’t?”

tat shut me up…or at least for a while…

a day has passed since i collapsed under the power of it…willingly or unwillingly i can’t remember…but i woke up…after hoping n having my mind set tat i wouldn’t..here i m, sitting upright, legs crossed, head bowed in an unwilling defeat…..to it…

it was sitting right next to me, high up upon a wooden chair…still in its black cloak covering most of itself…i still didn’t noe how it looked, but at least its hands tat were not shielded by its cloak was still human-like…

i picked up courage to fight once more…

“ok, then was does ‘Let me’ mean?”

“wat do u believe it to be?”

“how should i noe, u were the one tat said it!”

“so without noeing wat i meant, u willingly conceited?”

this was a ridiculous conversation…on one hand i try to express my anger at the turn of events, and on the other it spoke as if ethg is my fault and of no concern of its…

i shut myself slient once more…i couldn’t win…at least not with my present strength… had i much of a choice to decide upon wat i could have done under those conditions…

conditions…the word of trigger………the unwanted memories floated back into my mind…it tricked me…the memories never left me…i tried to leave them…

i sunk down…with my head buried…wishing tat i had never gone thru all these things…if it hadn’t start all those years back, i wouldn’t be in wat i m in now…

i started to regret being awake……….

it knew my thoughts…

in a cold, calm voice, it spoke, “u know, u wouldn’t be in such a state if tat ‘great sense of trouble’ of urs didn’t happen…in my opinion, u willingly allowed urself to be subjected to the pain.”

my fists clutched…”willing allowed?!”…i “willingly allowed” all this to happen?!…my blood boiled…

it continued, “but i guess i should thank you…after all, without all tat, my existence cannot come to be…and with the recent turn of events, i’ve seemed to take an upper lead in the situation.”…

it was smiling…

drops of water trickled down…tat was it…i lost, i couldn’t fight back, i couldn’t win…all the while i had hope for a little comfort and love…hope tat it came with all those things…but it didn’t…it turned out to be cold and vicious like all the other things in my life…i’ve lost…

but i didn’t want to wail out in defeat…

it floated off the chair and kneed in front of me…once more, its hands reached out to wipe my tears…i pushed its hand away in fear…i didn’t want it to touch me…

it was smiling again…despite the previous rejection, it reached out its hand once more and with its fingers it held onto my chin and lifted my face upwards…

“it’s no intention of mine to make u cry…surely u noe tat all i’ve said so far are true?”…

at this, i saw its eyes…grey…like tat of grey clouds…it was a color tat spoke of gentleness…but also despair…how could it be?!…something so lovely can be so cold at the same time…

it laughed aloud…it had read my mind again…

it was impressed with the words i chose to describe it…and its eyes…

“despair is it? tat’s sthg i’ve never done before…but there is nthg i can’t achieve…very well, as u wished, i will show u despair…”

and before i could shout no…it disappeared into thin air…

The other evolution…(disclaimer: don’t read if u prefer happy endings)

A shutter of coldness as it felt, near me, close to me…like tat of a cold wind breeze entering the window in the dark of the nite…it’s here…

my worst fear ever…or perhaps one of my worst fear…was here…strapped with a cloak of black cloth, it sliently floated towards me, yet loudly proclaimed its approach thru its residing cold wind…it’s undeniable….

it had visited me before….a couple of times last year…a couple times more the year before…each time reminding me of how its absence in my life was never so…tat it had never left me before…all it did was to rest in one corner, waited for me to spot him, and then reappear back before my eyes till i stuffed it back to its corner once again…

a few years back, a great sense of trouble hit me…drove nightmares into me…opening up the portal to let it in…even tho the trouble left, it didn’t…it remained for the sole reason to remind me each time i recalled, how it all started…

it didn’t look scary…at least tat was wat i thought…it was always strapped in a black cloak, i could barely see its face…it looked not of a monster or a terrible creature, but tat of the image of a man…or at least tat was how i imagined it to be…

it lifted its human hand and gently touched my right cheek…it was cold, yet warm at the same time…it gently held on to my cheek, triggering me to tear…i couldn’t hold back…the memory was back…

as my mind entered the memory of tat great sense of trouble all those years back,i continued to cry…and it took my left hand and held it in its, it made shhing sounds all the while as i cried…as if to comfort me, to soothe my pain…

it was so comforting, its hand…of the many times it had appeared to me, never was it as comforting as this time…

i feared tat memory…cos i feared tat tat was what i’d end up to be…thru-out time i rejected the possibility of the thought of ever turning into sthg like tat…but the denial was becoming more and more unbearable…and the acceptance closer and closer to reality…

it just stood there, holding onto me, in a gentle and yet firm manner…i could have gently shaken off its comfort…but i didn’t…the comfort, the gentleness, the close touch i yearned each time the memory flashed before me, the memory tat no one could see, or believe, or was willing to believe…no other comfort came from them…but it…

i knew i had given in…i wanted to…

slowly but surely…the black had consumed all…all of the white tat was within me…as much as my body struggled agst it………i lost……….to the comforting darkness…

i start to hear voices…my own voice, many of them, over the course of time of the universe that had been buried deep within and below of the deepest pit in my mind…my thoughts, my worries, my queries, my doubts had been set free…became clearer and clearer…….yes, it was clear, so clear, so loud, so bombarding, so powerful of a noise and burden tat rang over and over again in my ears…i couldn’t take it!…

yet no one could hear them, but me, and it…

“Let me,” it said in a gentle soft voice, the most soothing sound above all tat i could hear…”Let me,”it said again as it kissed me on the forehead and wiped the teardrops off my face…

and to tat, i gently nodded…

i started to feel drowsy….sleepy…i felt my body giving in, starting to relax…my limbs started to droop, my body weak, and soon it was supporting the whole of me…

and as i lay my head down backward, i could feel tat my voices were moving away, getting softer and softer, away from my ears, away from me…leaving only a sigh of relief within me…a relief tat felt so good, so peaceful…as if nthg had happened…

i fell into a deep slumber…not knowing if i would wake up…but i felt i didn’t need to…all i knew was tat the memory wasn’t there anymore…nthg was there anymore…someone had takeover…

it had takenover…

i didn’t need to wake up……