This is a scene from The Mecha Chronicles: The Nobodies, which I inspired while reading “The Little Prince” (that’s why there’s a reference on the start of the paragraph!)
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“…To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…” a sweet childish voice echoed inside Ky’s void mind. He remembered these words. They were from some book, he was sure, but he couldn’t recall it at the moment.
Ky couldn’t even remember where he was or how he had ended up there. But for some strange reason he could feel himself floating inside something it made him feel nothing but relaxed. Out of nowhere, small bubbles started tickling his face and that was enough to make him try to open his eyes although he didn’t want. The weird voice was still echoing inside his mind but when he finally opened his long eye-laces, he saw bubbles floating around him before moving up.
That made him wonder about two single things; first, why he was inside a tube filled with a weird liquid and second, how could he breathe in there?
Where am I? his thought echoed inside the huge glassy tube. Coiled like a fetus, he was trying to see through the transparent liquid and the bubbles but there was nothing there except darkness. Slowly he tried to stretch himself and after a while he was floating straightly inside the tube, something it made him feel like an oversized fetus.
How did I end up here? He wondered and then took a look at his hands. Small purple lines had marked them but they seemed to be gradually fading away. He was able to recall enough and that made him think of himself disgusted.
That thing… was me, he thought of the sharp crystal thorns again and tightened his fists. At once, obnoxious thoughts started torrenting his mind along with the girlish voice again, reading parts of the book. His mind started hurting him badly and he felt like that power would appear again and turn everything into dust and ashes. He tried to calm but pointlessly; every minute in there was acute. Gleams of the dark aura started surrounding him for once more before the spiky crystals make their appearance again and started lancing the glass tube.
The glass shattered into a million pieces and the liquid inside poured all out at once. Ky’s body was weirdly levitating on the same position he was and after a second he landed on the shattered glasses erectly.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at what he had done and searched around him in angst. He had dragged them somewhere he didn’t even know where that was. What if he couldn’t leave this place?
Wait a minute, he instantly realized, I dragged her down here with me, didn’t I? But where is she? What if—? He continued the nasty thought and shook his head. What if, I killed her? The thought became insanely harsh for him as he started running disorientedly through darkness. I want to leave. I want to—
Suddenly Ky stopped. A pale red light was shining in the darkness without a source and that made his anxiety bigger. With baby steps he entered under the beam of light only to notice the floor was filled with red water but that didn’t really concern him.
“You came.” A voice broke the silence at once and Ky looked at the distance. His stomach was instantly numbed and he wanted to vomit from the horrid sight.
Upon a black velvet chair, Kannon’s body was lying still, pierced by black and turquoise crystals that went out of her neck, arms, legs and even her head. Streams of crimson blood were flowing on her naked body and ended up dripping in a pool of blood on the floor. Ky was feeling horrible because now he could see where he was standing.
“Ka—nnon?” he dared to speak and took a look at the pierced body again only to find himself vomiting in front of her.
“You came.” Her colorless voice quivered, “You came to be with me.” She continued looking at him with streams of blood running down her head. Ky felt his legs trembling and wiped his mouth clean with his hand at once daring to take another look at the horrendous body. New crystals sprang out at once from her arms, tearing her flesh apart. Her hair was all crimson and her eyes were more whitish than grey. “You did this.”
“I—didn’t.” he cried out. “I didn’t want to harm you!” he continued again feeling tears welling on his eyes. “I wanted to hel—p—”
“Help me? You?” her head was viciously moved to face him allowing more blood to fall on the chair and finally to the floor. “You. You came to kill me. You didn’t help me. You-You-You.”
Ky tightened his fists and felt a sharp pain on his heart like being stabbed. He couldn’t help them. All the people around him would sooner or later end up dead by his hands.
“Forgive me. Forgive me. I didn’t want to.” He murmured looking at her. “What can I do? Tell me.”
Kannon’s distorted bloody face acquired a sly Cheshire smile it was too freakish to be real and then looked at him vividly with no sign of pupils. “Die with me.” She said and spread her bloody full of crystals hands towards him. “Yield to your fate.”
My fate? His mind was caught up by the word. Slowly he looked at her again and pictured her the way she actually was. If that was the end, he wouldn’t like to remember her like a horrendous figure but as a mysterious and beautiful girl who gave his monotonous life a deadly thrill.
Willingly, he walked on the pool of blood to embrace the crystal hands and thus, embrace his fate. For a single moment, he thought that this would be for the best. This weird thought was lingering around him for a few days now.
“Seriously?” a loud determined voice made the distorted Kannon shake her head almost violently. But that didn’t stop Ky. He thought he was imagining things. Kannon was right in front of him, harmed by the power he possessed. The voice behind him continued murmuring something and finally he stopped a few inches from the bloody hands with his eyes wide opened.
“Don’t stop.” The bloody figure said again while Ky was realizing what he was actually facing. The odor of rust and blood reeked into his nostrils and made him dizzy.
“Fool.” The voice behind him said and its lips formed a grin. Within a few seconds the malformed Kannon tried to catch Ky and end his anxiety but she didn’t manage to. A loud shrieking voice came out of her that made Ky tremble. The only thing he saw blocking his way was pinkish lochs floating in front of him and something collapsing on the pool of blood.
“I should’ve let it kill you.” The voice said again and then stabbed the misshapen figure with a big piece of glass right in the uncovered spot of its heart.
Amounts of blood started filling the chair and after a while the handless figure of Kannon broke into a million pieces like she was made of glass. Ky was shocked to the core. In what kind of reality was this plausible?
Trying to define what was real and what wasn’t, Ky placed his hand on the pink haired figure’s shoulder. At least it felt warm and fleshy. Suddenly darkness was lost and with it, the pool of blood drained. Everything shifted again and Ky could no longer feel that cold feeling anymore, something else had replaced it.
He was reluctant to open his eyes again because of what he would now face. A sweet smell flooded his nose and he could only think he was dead and had gone to heaven. Languidly, he opened them and that filled him with wonder. The darkness and blood were lost, giving their place to tall blooming cherry blossom trees.
Am I dead? He wondered and looked quickly around him for the pink haired girl.
You wish you were, a sudden strict voice echoed in his mind. Ky turned only to face her again but not covered in blood and crystals. It was her.
Why? He wondered again looking at her serious grey eyes.
If Noah believes in you, then I have to do so, he heard again.
I wouldn’t bet much on me.
Although that seemed weird, Kannon made a step forward and extended the sharp piece of glass right to his collar bone. Even her cruelty made her look delicate. So, are you prepared to die? Instead of taking responsibility? Her voice resonated again and Ky couldn’t define why he felt like this under her words. She had something, and that something was drilling him to know more about her. It wasn’t like the rest of the girls; with her, he didn’t lose his words.
Thus, he didn’t answer her trying to keep his thoughts hidden. Huh…At least, do you know where you dropped us into?
I wish I knew.
Fine, she said and moved the piece away from his exposed neck, it seems I must find an exit on my own. Kannon gave him a final look and noticed his eyes. Unexpectedly they seemed normal again and that gave her a confused expression Ky had to ask what was wrong again. Hmpf, she signed crossing her arms and looking at the sunless yet azure sky. She also felt there was something more but she couldn’t understand it. Why did he have to be on her way? Why did she devolve him the Cube and left? These questions haunted her and the more she was thinking about it, the more her heart beat raced making her to question if she was alright.
I’m—sorry, Ky’s voice was heard in her ears and placed his hands in his pockets. I— I was just w—
Not everything’s about your doings, she gave him an almost poisonous look, my business isn’t to hear your pathetic apologies.
Right, he gloomily answered listening to the sound that the leaves made while playing with the air. Above them, a few blossoms were floating in the air worriless. That would be the most torturing thing of them all; from extremely violence and darkness, to perfect tranquility.
This parallel world was a corruption, a nightmare, a torrent of torments. They had to get back. Minutes were crucially elapsing. What could be happening to the others?
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Tags: extract, the mecha chronicles, THe Stairs, XXIII
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