7 Bloody Chakras

Tate:

Fantasy is a fascinating thing

Imagining

Imagination

It is eleven thirty on the thirteenth day

And I think to myself

Lydia creates thoughts from seemingly nowhere

She writes our lives

The unimaginable occurs

But an occurrence unimaginable

Is an imaginable occurrence

There are depths to discover, to tread, to conquer

All is imaginable all you have to do is dream

Aéolyn

Her insides constricted around me

Noises come from inside of her

From where I touched her

Up to her stomach

Enveloping everything adjacent

Then up threw her

Collapsing her lungs

Echoing through her larynx

Speaking to me

I didn’t stop

She didn’t quite kick me out

Her eyes rolled into her head

Some of her limbs went limp

Her nails clawed into my back

In a toxic haze

We found ourselves levitating

It felt no different from the bed

No less safe

Just a larger canvas to stimulate her on

Her purple eyes almost black from the dilation

Her skin was glowing

We were rising closer and closer to the ceiling

Our skin becoming familiar with the design

I couldn’t stop now

I couldn’t separate from her

She looked at me and smiled

Her glow now pulsing

She looked down at the layout of my room

Then she looked back at me

She constricted herself

I leaned back and let out a groan of ecstasy and surprise

Then she fell to the ground

Separating from me

Her body violently connecting to my wooden floor

Then she shifted in pain

Then she started to scream

Like the screech from a swarm of sirens

Slowly I came back down to earth

Her eyes sprang open to me in fear and anguish

Her eyes fully purple and pale

With merely a dot to show the residence of her previously dilated eyes

I covered her with the sheet on my bed

She didn’t push me away

But she was fighting violently inside

By herself

Then she stopped

Just like that

Like nothing happened

Her eyes still fully purple

Her demeanour calm and determined

She got up, dragging the sheet with her

I tried to stand up

I couldn’t

She turned to me

Then began to levitate

My eyes rolled looking at my brain

I shuttered

Then this rage filled me

I felt as if I was fighting for my life

All these monsters surrounded me

They changed me

Hate, manipulation, frustration, anguish

It drank my blood

It became familiar with all I was

To survive, I had to kill them all

My eyes opened

Rolling back to the pale eyes of Aéolyn

Like an angel her body towards the sky on an angle

Her face towards mine

She kissed me and held out her hand

‘We have to kill them all.’

Her voice angered and determined

I looked at the clock

Day fourteen

We walked into the living room

A suit dressed the first couch

Placed there like a ghost was once in it

Looked black

But glared with a blue

A white shirt with soft silver pinstripes

And a blood red tie

I looked over at Aéolyn’s gift

A slim white dress

Cut for her body

Only hers

A thin strap and the front a perfect heart shape

Flared at the bottom

Two tickets sat on the night table

Accessories

And one note ‘A ballroom massacre.’

It burnt and shrivelled in my hand

Aéolyn:

We went outside to a brand new expensive car

And my eyes told Tate where to go

We got there and someone opened my door

I let out my hand

He held it, I felt him, held him

Tate came around and grazed my hand

I took our tickets out of my clutch

And we went inside

It was a simple concept

Eight huge chandeliers stormed the ceiling

One candelabra hung in the middle

Red candles

We looked around the room and I shuddered

Heavy energies

Eyes smiled at me

Mouths moved for me

Champagne glasses like jewelry in everyone’s hands

I looked at the floor and it was white and soft teal marble

Tate squeezed my hand

‘We’re going to have a lot of fun very soon.’

He stood in front of me

Pushed his hair back

Let out his hand

‘Would you care to dance?’

He pulled me into the crowd

We began to dance

Right under the candelabra

As we danced we scoped our crime scene

We admired our victims

We planned a massacre

Then we looked at each other

We started dancing around and around

The images around us blurred

They became smaller and smaller

Our victims

They gasped, screamed, their groans overcame the music

We floated fifteen feet above their heads

We could feel the heat from the candles

We floated higher

Everyone watched in shock

We separated and reached for a candle

Then blew it towards the doors

Fire charred the doors shut

The servants disappeared

None of the women in elegant dresses

None of the men in handsome suits

They started to panic and I willed them to just stop

To stop and stare at us

We descended to the beautiful marble floors

Their heads followed us

Their bodies in tune with ours

Their feet encased in a box motion

I touched three of them

Willed them to follow me

Tate touched four and did the same

Tears fell down their eyes

Sweat gleamed their heads

Fear quivered in the fat of their lips

Then we stopped

I looked around

I wanted to see what I was really dealing with

We unlocked them

And they all came charging

Ice and fire in their eyes

The men the women

They wanted to do terrible thing to us

They gave me so many ideas

They stretched their arms towards us

Plunged their bodies

All in vain

We couldn’t be touched

We smirked

They swore, women’s hair became dishevelled

Their makeup melted showing their demonic faces

The seven we picked walked mindlessly to the far wall

They pressed against long white curtains

Four women, three men

The nine of us were in our own world

As the chaos lingered outside our cocoon

We would deal with them later

‘Hello Harry Hawson.’

His wet eyes tortured me

I stood back

Watched them aligned in front of Tate and I

‘All of you, just like Harry, will tell us why we chose you. You will tell us with complete honesty. You will tell us out loud why you should kill yourselves.’

A shutter in all of them croaked the cocoon

‘Harry, begin.’

‘My name is Harry Hawson, I am a son of a legion of men that sought out to destroy anything in their quest of life. Men of pillagers and plunderers, men who infect, murder, rape and steal, I not only condone and admire their actions, but I perpetuate them. We are all unstable, insecure, aggressive and angered at the world for dragging us out into the light. Our mission is to subject our sleepless nights onto the rest of the world. ’

I looked down at my white dress and smeared my hands down the cloth

I looked up at Harry

Then I walked up to him

Grabbed him by the throat

My nails broke through his skin

Tate held my back with his palm

‘Harry, give me your spine.’

Just like that

He began

He took off his coat

Pulled down the suspenders off his shoulders

His blue eyes glistened

Cold and upset

He undid his dress shirt

Scolding me

I smiled

‘Give it to me Harry.’

Then he turned around

His nails began to scratch at the skin that protected his spine

A red light peeled through him

Then he dug his fingers into the base of his spine

And tugged at it

And ripped it out of his back

A wind of pleasure penetrated every pore of me

Harry handed it over to Tate

Once he let go

Harry

He just crumbled to the floor

A red misty light releasing from him

The chaos outside us ceased

They all back as far away as the crowd would allow

The six left tried to nestle with the white curtains in their paralyzed state

Tate:

Her name is Karelle Marcus

A seductive body, soft lips, entrapping eyes

‘My name is Karelle Marcus, I take what I want from others, sexually. I like to take the things I can’t have, I use them for days, I tie them up, penetrate them, I keep them. I don’t care about what they want or need, what they feel. I love every second of it.’

I walked up to her

Pushing her deep into the curtains

Hiked up her skirt

Then I dragged it off her body

Aéolyn touched my shoulders

‘Karelle, give me all your sex organs.’

Her long violet skirt was like confetti at her feet

I stepped back

Then she braced her nails just above her pubic bone

Her nails just made a light dent

Then she looked at me

I nodded and she shoved her hand into her lower gut

Orange blood leaked out of her

She looked at both of us in shock and pain

‘Give me all of it.’

Aéolyn serenaded me

She held out her hand

Like a demanding parent

She gave it to her

Orange painting

Staining Aéolyn’s hand

When all she asked for was in hand

She fell back

Slamming her head against the white curtains

Then we walked over to another woman

‘Samantha Arquette.’

She sang her name

‘My name is Samantha Arquette, I haven’t done anything.’

She paused

Looked at Aéolyn

Her eyes sparked fires

‘But I have made others do things for me. In the name of lies, faith, promises, and through regimented and thought out manipulation. I am the queen of parasites, the one that wills others to kill the innocent, run cities dry, to steal for my own needs. I have transformed this planet through nothing but my words. Not only do I not have the strength to go out and get what I want, but I haven’t the courage, but I always had the power. All I had to do was sit back and wait.’

I looked around then held Aéolyn’s hand

‘Give me your stomach.’

She began to take her shirt off

Her defiance sank to the bottom of her empty soul

She kept her bra on

Then she placed her hand onto her stomach

Above her navel

‘Hurry up!’

Aéolyn was becoming impatient

She dug her nails to the side of her stomach

Then tore the skin off

Then aimed for the sack

‘Leave the acid.’

I looked passed her eyes

She frowned

Tore the bag open

It leaked all over her close organs

It leaked down her legs

We stared

Fascinated

The acid was bright yellow

It picked away at everything it touched

Some places more than others

She placed what I asked for in my hand

Then every other organ fell out of her

And she fell onto them

Aéolyn:

‘Hi Alexander Roberts. Take off your coat and shirt.’

Tate demanded him

We were becoming impatient

They knew the drill

They aren’t special

They’re disgusting

‘My name is Alex Roberts, I murder people that fall in love with me. I kill them violently in the end, it is better than any orgasm, better than any drug. I do it for no other reason other than the fact that I enjoy it. My body wills me to do things, things out of my control, and manipulating women into loving me, then murdering them in any setting, during sex, after sex, in the woods, or in a basement. Whatever my body wants. I have no regrets it was the only thing that made me feel alive, only thing that made me feel real.’

I demanded his heart

His shirt was already off

His chest breathing out to me

He shoved his hand into the slight left of his ribcage and took it out

It still thumped as she bled

It was green

Like a rotten organ

When he placed it into my hand

He stepped back

The second step his chest exploded

The next was Kaisa Lordes

A beautiful woman

In a beautiful red dress

Her voice pulsated in the cocoon

Laced in the stench of rot and copper

Blood

‘You’ve got the wrong person! I’m a good person, nothing like these others, I’ve got two kids, a husband.’

I glimpsed her bare fingers

All bullshit

I walked up to her and smiled

‘Your poor family.’

Tate pulled me away from her

‘Give me your throat.’

She looked at him

Angered

‘Give it to him now.’

I looked behind me

Everyone still as far away

Yet fascinated

Like gridlock during an eight car collision

Morbid

Curiosity will let them know their fate

She scraped at her throat

Like she had moths and maggots moving around

A white light blared out of her mouth

Then shined through her perforated neck

She gave it to Tate

Then her head spun around

She collapsed

Tate:

‘Jourdan William and Chlöe Sovigny, tell us about each other.’

They held hands

We let them

Comfort in times like this

Gives you hope

When it’s in vain

‘Jourdan’s a racist, he hates he hates more than he loves. He’s harmed people in the name of anger, fear, aggression, stupidity, and false superiority. His ignorance, and primitive actions has ruined lives, has spouted lies and he’s a reflection of years of oppression and regression.’

‘Chlöe has no moral compass, she’s an artist of all trades, and she prides herself in her ability to lie, steal, manipulate, kill, exploit, and destroy anything and anyone in the way of the things she wants from this life. She follows no codes, she is her own ruler, and this planet is hers to rule.’

Aéolyn and I said it at once

‘Kill yourselves.’

They looked at each other

Let go of each other’s hands

Let go of their hope

Held onto each other’s heads

Then tore them off

Slowly

Painfully

The strings, the arteries, the ligaments and muscles, the bones

They all slowly ventured away from each other

Violet and Indigo sprayed all over the white curtains

They gave us the heads they took

Then they stood in front of us

Like mannequins on display

We placed all the organs given to us in order on the floor

Then a shell of a woman cupped them

An empty shell of a woman

Then it all started to fill in

She came together, full, solid, human

A beautiful woman

She wore nothing

Before she spoke to us

She crawled over to the liar and took her red dress

Then she put it on

She turned her back to me

‘Tate, could you zip this up for me?’

That was the first thing she said

The dress slightly changed on her body

She admired it

Then she started talking

‘I came for my own reasons, my own revenge.’

‘Who are you?’

Aéolyn spat her words into the air

She went towards the rapist and took her shoes

Ignoring Aéolyn’s interruption

Her body curved in all the right places

She was tiny, cute, petite

Her breast were big

But perfectly

She had a thing to her

She was sexy and cute all at once

Mystical and fascinating

Then she stood towards us

In front of us

‘Tate, how do I look?’

Her eyes, black spheres

All black

Safe

Her skin dark and luminescent like Aéolyn’s

She smiled at me

Excited to hear my response

‘You look gorgeous.’

The words graced her ears

‘Thank you.’

I could feel the heat

The heat rising off her flustered skin

‘Aéolyn, Tate... I’m Lydia December.’

Aéolyn’s eyes admired

She looked at her and it felt like she forgotten I was there

Aéolyn always admired Lydia’s presence

‘I created all of this?’

She looked around questioning herself

‘Aéolyn, Tate... I want to tessellate these bodies.’

She looked over at the rainbow curtains

Then towards the frightened bodies

Panicked, anxious, sweating profusely

You could feel their fear

‘Tate... Aéolyn... Do you trust me?’

She looked back at us

Looked from our feet

To our eyes

Each eye individually

‘I swear I have passion.’

She looked away

‘Move.’

She spoke to the force field and walked to them

All of them

We followed her

A man breached the crowed

Then ran towards her

With ignorant aggression

Poor testosterone

Mindless thoughts

He ran into her

Her body slamming into the marble tiles

His body devoured her

Then it began to float

Lydia pried him from her

Held him by the neck

Pierced him with her oil eyes

‘I know what you’ve done, I know what all of you have done.’

She whispered it into the air

But all heard

‘Your fates, all your fates, are mine to write.’

She looked back at him

Rose higher into the air

Looked at Aéolyn

Then looked at me and smiled

Then dropped him

Without thought

And before his head slammed against the marble

The rapist heel’s was there to impale his skull

One woman screamed

Then the rest immediately scattered

Lydia grabbed two and broke their necks aggressively with her hands

Then she looked back at us

‘Only this moment exists, make something of it.’

On Wed, Mar 4, 2015 at 6:05 PM, Donne Marshall <48donne@gmail.com> wrote:

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