Situation became entwined. No longer things seemed the same. Definitive statement of change over 13.1%. Brain can notice the difference, if the difference is around 13.1% or more.
This case was just a rich mass of things that could not add up.
I kept on looking at my screen. Reading my own words that I typed, but couldn’t believe in. Most normal beings would not believe such strange ‘natural’ occurrence. Something like, another creature showing up in front of your eyes? And even conversing with you?My report looks like a bag of crazy. How am I supposed to explain the situation? How do I explain something I encountered for the first time?Writing up a report - task of extraordinary difficulty. No matter how much I looked over the situation - solutions of the right words didn’t come.I went over the details of creature projections, of particle magnetism, light reflections, clusters and flows. These could be nothing of the same feel and view I’ve seen. Astral projections? Is that even possible?
All the tech available on the planet, with AIO on it - nothing could be of likes, of what I saw.
The Niko I’ve encountered seemed like an underprocessed and not-yet fully developed creature of some game industry. Programmed maybe? Created by the new type of software I know nothing of?
But how can you create That, with such odd looks and clothes?
Even after endless hours of research - it still just won’t seem to add up.
I stared at the screen in search of something. Words did not appear. At some point all clusters of information in my head decided to go “Puff” and it went silent. Presumably the whole system just went bust from overheat, overwork and overprocessing.
I saved what I had. Turned everything off. Took a glimpse around.Many of the office bugs have left. Just a few hard workers left - me and the two newbies. I decided that I should call it a day and go. Packed my bag, got it hanging over the shoulder, then waved “Bye” to co-workers and left.
As I step out onto a busy street - I feel the buzz continue on. The lights and brightness of the shops, stalls, barely let you notice that it’s minutes to sunset.
Everybody is going somewhere or to someone. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment to collect self, yet my mind kept on going in work mode.I was looking directly into her eyes… What was her eye color again? Her lips…I opened my eyes, as I caught myself thinking about her. Perhaps I am exhausted. Brain still playing tricks as it takes time to get out of working mode. I shook my head, wiped my forehead trying to get my focus back.Have to get myself ‘home’ now.
Erick should be back by this time of day.Trip back in packed vehicles that ease our transportation, yet give a mild case of disgust, due to lack of private space. Then it’s all about getting out and having a little moment of walking a few roads in silence, covered in pale lights, to Eric's house.
Turning the key in the lock, opening the door and coming in.Somehow this house is like no other ordinary house I’ve been in. Erick said that everything here was created or selected by both him and Niko. All he said back then did not make much sense to me. Now I am understanding a little, from what might actually make the story complete. Maybe make more sense?When I got into my room, I dropped all belongings near the table. Took out change of clothes from drawers and went to have a shower.Need that relaxation at the end of the day.
Standing under running water relaxes a lot. A hum that takes away unnecessary thoughts, mess and pieces.To my surprise it was suddenly disrupted.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you.”I jolted as I saw Erick standing next to me. Guess, due to me being absorbed in my thoughts - I didn’t notice that the door opened and he walked in, leaning his back against the doorframe.“Do you mind?!” – I half-shouted as I started to blush, realising that shower curtain wasn’t drawn and I was fully exposed to Erick. Stark naked in front of a handsome man. Marvellous. He genuinely was unfazed.“Not at all,” – said Erick as he shifted legs, his eyes piercing mine with that typical look he has. – “I will be going away for a week, starting tomorrow. I’ll need you to take care of the house for me. Hope you can manage that.”Erick peeled from the door frame. Then turned around, closing the door behind him, as he left.“Where are you…” – I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Erick was already out. The surprise, the embarrassment and him being this cold. Am I really not that attractive for him to at least fake it?After having shower with intruders to my privacy, I went downstairs for dinner.One more thing that is lately tingling my senses is Ericks cooking. Somehow anything he cooks, makes or bakes, even for the first time trying - he makes it perfect. He did say that he has a liking towards cooking. Surprisingly for me - he always seems very serious when cooking. Very precise, very methodical, yet gentle.Today Erick made green salad, Farfalle macaroni and shrimp sauce. I bit my tongue whilst eating his divine cookery. Can’t be mean to the food he makes. From day one in here - the food was and is absolutely fantastic. Also - he doesn’t let me cook. Not that I can. Eh...I found it a bit lonely eating by myself in the kitchen. Although I was aware that Erick was just upstairs packing things for tomorrow, but I already felt lonely.Today for me was a really long day. Studies, office, home, endless mess inside my head.Did I start to crave some consolation from another being? How unprofessional.
When I finished eating and cleaning up - I went to my bed, dropped down, rolled up in a blanket and in a matter of seconds fell asleep.“I did ask to have her under control and leashed to not be able to snoop around.” - I spoke.
“Yeah, yeah. She won’t touch a thing. Though I can’t promise the same for self.” - Niko smirked.
I had some coffee, it began to cool down.
“Say, did we have someone who was ‘Light’? Thing’s popping in my head lately.” - I looked at her.
She seemed to let out a surprised grimace for a second, little fear crossing her face, before she smiled at me.
“Ha…” - She exhaled. - “Let it go. If it pesters you - let it go.”
“Doesn’t belong to you anymore.” - She whispered.
“Huh?” - I grimaced at her. She smiled her fake smile that I despise.
“Just don’t do shit you’ll regret. And have Him, the fine sexy beast you go to - fuck you silly.” - She was pissed off. Her tone of voice always gave it off, for me to know.
Then she smacked my shoulder with some force and disappeared.
Night was taking over the land. Just about four or so hours until dawn.From tomorrow someone will learn of new aspects of life, of joy, of sadness… Perhaps become a bit foul…But rain is the creature to fill in the world right now. Clouds covered the starry sky - rumbling with thunder tonight.
Heavy downpour to hammer all living with replenishment, give that bit of frightening darkness, lurking in the holes of endless minds.Hope it will cleanse the bitter aftertaste she left.The dark, wet and cold air came into the room, as a breeze from the opened window.
“Why the heck did you say that? Haven’t seen you so annoyed in a while.” - I said to self. - “Did I open some old wounds?”
/Elyon...Running through the city, not looking back, frightened.There is something unknown chasing you.You run into a small alleyway behind the nearest building.Everything your eyes look upon – broken, devastated. War recently finished, leaving a ruined town.I’m left with a beast that is chasing me, with an urge to kill.This endless feeling of fear. Kind of fear that is gripping your throat, making you unable to scream for help, unable to let out a word, your body shaking, your mind constantly paranoid.Right then - someone, another one of my kind, takes my hand and pulls me away. To the inside of the building, closing doors behind. Carefully. Silently. This someone keeps pulling me further along, holding my hand. Up the stairs, hall, another flight of stairs, hallway and stairs again. Though I’m pulled by this stranger, I can’t make out how this person looks. He or she? But this person is just soundlessly floating through the halls.We reach the top floor, open the old wooden d
/ElyonShe let out a short giggle and went back to making coffee. I opened my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn.“I see you haven’t got your cherry popped yet. So sweet.” - Her sarcastic remark made me beet red.She was absolutely calm - making coffee like nothing had taken place. Like nothing happened.Her voice made me get back to the time of “now”.“At times,” - She began, - “I feel like me and Erick are like shadow and light. I prefer the role of the supporter, from side lines, just keeping watch over from shadows. Therefore I’m a shadow. Fully aware of Erics’ fame and success as a good artisan. He is fine, young and in momentum. Has more of the inner “prosperity”, as he once said.” - She grabbed onto the coffee pot handle, - “I’ll take it with us, so we can enjoy chat outside without worrying about refill.”Niko took cups to the conservatory. With a little fiddling - she opened the side touch pad navigation of the room. After pressing commands in - the soft mechanical sound buzzed. Fr
/DavidI stood watching changes outside the window: skyscrapers, smog, people, cars, noises – forever running engine. In the reflection of the window - seeing self with my hair white, eyes brown-green, figure slim, wearing jeans and holding a glass of whiskey. In the background - the sound of shower turning down, then a person walks into the room.“Are you sure Niko won’t damage them badly? Because I am definite that her indulging in sweet temptations shall pull that girl at risk.”- I turned to face my lover. - “Erick, are you listening?”“Ehh… So? She does what she feels like. As long as it doesn’t cause any problems for me - I am not getting involved in what she does. She has her way of sorting problems.” – Erick breathed out as he was getting dressed. – “And why would she concern you now, huh, David?”Erick gave me a jealous glance. I kept my cool, as I downed my whiskey.“Cat, you’re not the only one having a relationship with Niko. I shall remind you that there is more than just
/DavidRoar of car engine. Classical music playing on the radio. It’s Schuberts piano sonata number 16. Surely this piano gives off some chills, but in a way - it gives a feeling of strife, push for something - as if you’re on your way to a greater manifesto.Road ahead is packed with vehicles - all doing their best to keep up with the flow of traffic. That emerged due to the end of the working day for many.Flood of mechanisms and engines. A hell for the manufacturers and energy consumers. The beauty of the light propellers, the ghastly fear of bad retailers. The advertisements on the side of cars - like battle scars.And what? It’s all possessed or in possession, ownership, discretion of creatures that consume the air, that shit and yell. And stare at you through tanned dyed bodies.A great conveyor belt created marvel - stacked nobodies.Well, maybe somebodies - wearing finest painted, crafted, tailored masks.Put on daily for convenience of interaction, to keep abstraction in the
///There was a story once.About insane King, wise but unstable Emperor and their shared love interest – Rose. King selfishly snatched Rose, looked after him, cherished and protected in ways he could. The Emperor was not fond of such an atrocity - he wanted Rose for himself, so he went to face the King and retreated to Rose. But once the Emperor got to Kingdom - he got sucked into the void of events inside Kings castle – strangest mind twisting games.The Emperor became lover to both - the Rose and the King. Without realizing how it turned out this way. But all three were handsome, lands utter beauty. They devilishly swayed anyone or anything.The heavy fog of lust in the castle was held by Ary – demon, bound by the King. Ary helped captivate Rose. Strangest messes and unpredictable whims that were allowed.Days went on, things were getting mixed up, everything to possessiveness and madness. Becoming fiercely strange.One day, Rose had thanked King and asked him to be released. Rose
/Niko“Thun-thun-thun” - I can hear my heartbeat. Feels like I was hit by a ton of bricks - body slowly reacting again, though it hurts.Pang in my head, the silence and the dark that enveloped me crashes down.Familiar buzz of cars in traffic, people chatting, opening and closing of shop doors with the ding - the sounds find me, as I am getting my senses back. Another hard smash on me, as I’m pushing to open my eyes, trying to remember how to breathe.After light of day burns and scorches, as I squint eyes, then slowly open them fully - I get to see a familiar sight of the backstreet. A pub called “The Glassblower” and food place “The Warwick”. The life of Piccadilly Circus greets me.Ah, yes, the madness of the endless buzz of the big city. The loud loneliness in the crowd and the quiet shout in the empty street. It’s back alright.After a moment of recollecting the map of the city in my head, I turn to my right, making my way through the back streets to reach Covent Garden. Have a
/NikoAfter my body began cooperating - I made a decision to leave the room. Opening the door and stepping out got me greeted with cold air, cold surroundings. The walls were covered in frost, but to the touch some seemed to have more warmth in them.That’s right - this place is in the mountain region and is known as the frost covered town. So, having an endless cold - is what is normal here.Walking on and on, with the cold biting at my skin. Still feeling my hazed and discombobulated mind reminded me of the touch and heat through the wall that came from the Rabbit.Although a bloodthirsty maniac, he’s still a living one.The maze was called so for a good reason - much of it consisted of endless rooms that are square, although different by size variations. And that all is located under the ground level. So, with around ten floors under and around the same amount upwards - it was a cold hell.The cold and the darkness made me remember the feeling of being crushed mentally - fallen in
/AdrianThe loud sound of crayon scraping the floor downstairs made the young mother wake up early in the morning and go check the ruckus in the living room.“Adrian! Not again!” – She exclaimed as she saw the new drawings of strange geometrical obscenities on the living room floor.Boy, aged 11, was fully taken over by what he was doing. He would not stop at anything until he would finish this strange map of sorts. It looked like some outer space architecture drop-out, rather than a drawing - if you pay a bit more attention to it.Mother rushed to Adrian. She grabbed him tight and hugged him, but he, with all might, kept on trying to escape to continue. He seemed obsessed. His mother would often say that he was “Possessed by some sort of a demon that made him do this.”Doctors would come and go - trying to figure out this strange occurrence. Yet not a single one had the answer why every third night boy would go and draw, with no memory of his actions he’d silently go back to sleep.“