The Awakening Arts
I fell myself from out onto the London streets, and ran with extreme haste. I found
that I could run extremely fast and nay breathe or utter a single breath. I found that my eye pupils would shrink and slit like a serpent, whenever I ran frantically past and stared at a woman or a fair maiden. I found myself slobbering eagerly at the sight of the bosoms of even the church girls, the nuns, the milk maiden’s daughters. All without me realizing it. As I stopped to catch my breath, I heard, not mine own heartbeats, but the heartbeats of the world. I heard everybody’s breath as I stopped and rested myself along a streetlight podium. My eyes moved from side to side frantically near the directions of all hearts, beating within their chests. As I held onto the streetlight, I sensed the movements; slow…Docile, useless. Misunderstood; the curious footsteps of a man; Caucasian bloke, old, 54. His time was nearing its end, and I knew it. Even before the old man did.
I heard the man’s frowns, and I grunted a beastly grunt, my breaths were forced grunts, my eyes shrunk their pupils and dilated as they spiraled stiflingly onto him.
“My good lad…Are you alright?” The old man said to me.
I sensed the eyes and felt the vibrations of others as well, staring in my direction I found myself draining the old man’s life source. The old man’s facial expression…I sensed that he knew I was, made wrong.
“Be gone from me I’m dangerous…” I told him, “I sense the sun…! Soon it will be upon me and I will suffer the fire of the sun’s wrath!”
The old man frowned, and chuckled to himself nervously, “My lad, are you on a new reality medicine? Where did you get it so that I can go grab me a sample, heh!”
I glazed my eyes over onto a bystander, I heard her heartbeats. They were female, I found that I had the ability to taste what her heartbeats would be like, if they were to radiate and vibrate within my mouth. My eyes suddenly locked onto hers, and she froze mindlessly in her stance. I adjusted my body and stance on the podium, and suddenly I heard a bone adjust itself within her body, and she crossed the darkness in the streets and walked like a puppet feeding rope in my direction, “No, no, no, s-stay back!”
Everybody turned in the woman’s direction, she tried fighting off the pull of darkness by slightly using her facial expression, but continued mindlessly forth, “Please, I’m not safe, stay back! I HUNGER!”
It seemed like she tried to pull back from the distance, but only marched thoughtlessly closer, deep into my gaze. The rattles of her long and lengthy dress scraping the asphalt brought my cold undead heart to beat to life within the beautiful carnage. It was like my heart was blushing, my soul was a meat grinder, the woman was the butcher’s hand entering… and my eyes watched in sheer horror! Others began to gasp, and I threw myself from off of the podium and ran again from her and the crowd, and the woman broke her gaze, returned to her sound mind and fell chest first onto the London streets. It was like I could snatch the eyes of mankind, and pull them horribly within my direction…Even beyond my own control!
I ran like a child off of my own fears, I turned my head towards the glass stores, the windows, everything that possessed a shatter to them was nay of my reflection! My grimaces and hysteria sent my twistingly distraught face against itself as I held my own fear to engulf me. I ran with the darkness, and the darkness only embraced me, I found my flesh colder than the swinging air that I hurdled into. I ripped my jacket cuffs against buildings that I curved around, I let out a dog’s whimper, and it sounded like a giant rodent as I squealed miserably within the madness. I slammed into walls, I fell to the ground only to quickly swing my arms to keep my face from pounding pavement…And as I ran, everybody was curious, but nobody cared.
Only I cared about what I was, and what I had become…Because only I knew that I was immortal, and there was nothing they could do about it. Only because there was nothing I myself could do about it. So I ran. Down the alleyways, and fell onto the coldest ground, and curled myself fetal again. I envisioned myself into my mother’s womb again…What would she think of me now? Her son is undead and walking. Pathetic, like a newborn again, in the form of a full-grown man. I laid in this useless state, until my ears heard footsteps. The presence was unusual…It felt like a woman’s, but I couldn’t sense any form of heartbeat on her. As I lifted my head, a strange hefty woman, her dress was dingy, the Victorian cloth unbearably thick on her. The woman stared straight through me with her wickedly pale green eyes, she smiled quirkily at me as she giggled. Then she ran! “Woman, wait…. Who are you? What are you doing to me?” she only seemed to giggle even more dorkily as she stumbled and bumped into trashcans, the harsh rattles of the tin and stones and debris scattered to awaken the neighborhood, as I scurried off after her, “Woman where are you going? Do you know what I am?”
The awkward woman stopped in the distance, turned her shoulder towards me, “Maybe…” her voice was irksome and giddy. Then she ran off again, and I continued to chase her through the darkness, “Woman where are we going?! Oy! Come back you Gideon!” My chase of her went through South Albern’s streets, and onto the sidewalk underneath of the street lights, the clumsy woman ran, until the small ragged bonnet she wore stumbled onto the ground. Lifting it up hastily, she ran up to a decrepit storefront. I watched in ridiculous confusion as the offbeat nutter proceeded to smash out the entire storefront window! From the distance, I could hear her murmur something about a “Doc”, and a “Henry Doolittle” as she used her whole arms to slide across the window frame of what she smashed in, and as she lifted her arms, the glass fell off and there was no drip of blood…! Shaking her arms, the strange woman sent chills to climb up my spine when she chuckled like a child, frolicking through the door and into the store. Why didn’t that ominous ninny simply slide through the huge empty space?
I was hesitant to enter in after her…But I could feel the dawn soon approaching, and so I ventured slowly toward the store. The sign above it read:
Mary Ellen’s Awakening Arts
It was a depressing heap of a store with dying flowers in pots outside of it, not many people outside of the store seemed to care about what just happened, some continued to stare, especially as I lifted a leg over the glass and made entry, “Hello? M…Mary Ellens?” my voice carried into the store, and the darkness gripped the atmosphere, “Are you here? Hellooo?” I wandered deep into the store, tripping over empty easel frames, I stared at the white cloth and fabric, covered in drops of dried oil paint, scattered along the ground…Hairs stood on the back of my neck as I heard the woman’s chuckles in the background, “Helllooooooo!” the woman wailed, “Are you here yet, love? Yes I’m Mary Ellens! Hi! Hellooooo! Hell no! NO! Oh yes, oh ahahaha! Yes, yesyesyesyes, YES! Oh quite yes, ha ha! Hell nooo…Hell yes. YES! NO! Ahaha ha ha! NO! No, not me!”
Mary Ellens continued to babble incoherently, with her voice becoming more and more clearer the nearer her presence crept into view, “You! Oh! Its YOU! Hi you! My, what a handsome fellow you are! Are you here to buy my incredibly useless art?” I scrunched my eyebrows and turned back anxiously towards the door,
“You might as well lad, its 6am…And you will probably turn to a dust bunny out there!”
I whipped my head back to her direction, “Woman, do you know who I am?! What am I?”
Mary said nothing, she only held her hands to her face and chuckled uncontrollably,
“Woman what are you? You’re taking a piss at me? This is no jest! I’m an inhuman killing apparatus! I eat veins for delight!”
Mary lowered her hands to reveal an ominous grin stretching her face…And protruding from out of her mouth, were a pair of fangs that matched my own! I stood stammering over my own sentences, and Mary Ellens rioted in insidious laughter, “HAAAW! Kek, kek, kek…Oh You big silly goober! You’re a “robot overlord” Ya chomp on veins, and nibble off souls, ahahahaha! Ha HA! HAW! HeeHAW! Oh, my goodness, my goodness, goodness, I’m dying! AGAIN! Ha! Hee haa! You’re rich, that was a strip tease that was!”
I let out a sigh, and gave up on trying to explain myself, as Mary Ellens docilly wandered off and paced the floor, her movements were childlike, for somebody that looked like she was in her damned 30s, it felt like I was playing company to a goofy 10-year-old.
Eventually I let out a smile amidst my sigh, and looked around her awkward, quaint store, she had paintings all around her store, most on the floor, some looked like they were thrown violently into the wall, some looked like they were smashed with an object, and the rest hung on flimsy displays, it was rather a sad sight to behold,
“You’re a painter, melady?” I went.
All of Mary Ellen’s paintings were of portraits, none of any scenery, just awkward looking realistic paintings of human-folk, and what’s more…All of the people in the painting were fat and chubby. Some of their weights were so extraordinarily exaggerated, that I struggled to hold in me giggles while gawking over them al!
Copyright October 4, 2018