Part Four

Intermission in a form of colloquy*

*Author's Note: This takes place in the mind. A colloquy is a written form of discussion. Inspired by Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey . One thing about that movie: weeeeeird. Oh, and as for the fonts, different types are for different voice/mind.

What is it that you wanted, Louis? What is it that you wanted with me? Us?

I merely need you assistance.

Then why the need keeping us here? Why do you stifle our own being? We need our wholeness back.

You don't understand. None of you will.

We can't understand unless you let us do so. What we all feel from you is hatred and it blocks everything what we need to know.

I don't need your agreement or consent. You are in me and I have authority over what I want to do with you poor little souls.

In order for us to work together, to synchronize perfectly, like a clockwork, an automaton, it is essential we know what do you feel, what are your goals, what are your fears and worries.

I know what I want, little souls. I don't have need of your little co-operation.

We are a part of you, yes, we agree. But think. What will happen when we refuse to co-operate? What if we have the will to stop everything? What if - (GWWAAACK-!)

Stop.

You see how easy it is for me to simply willed you cease to exist? You are nothing but strands of threads hanging in the edge of existence. I can merely brush you aside and you all will fall into that darkness that all human have feared from the moment they came to know darkness and death.

It's nothing, really. We all need each other. I need you. You all need me. There is no point in pursuing this matter any longer.

Louis

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Louis, please listen

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Louis listen to me please stop this there is no point in chasing the past

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stop this Louis my love I cannot stand this any longer the stifling, the crying, the murders, the undead souls what we have done cannot be undone anymore

WITCH! You shall stop addressing to me!! Begone! Stay in your pits where you deserve it!

Then why have you brought me here

Because I hated you. Because I loved you so much it is now one with my hatred to you. My hate is renewed as well as my whole body. It tripled, trebled

release me, Louis I suffer so

That's my intention, you insufferable fool! How do you like a place much less comfortable than Hell? How do you feel about my own pits that I have so lovingly and hatefully set up for you?

please Louis release me

Stay, my love, stay. I cannot bear you far away from me, which is why I keep you close to me, in your own Hell

Louis no

Shhh everything will be all right, my love, my hate just sleep

Lou

Shhh shhh.

(Louis)

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Louis are you listening?

Yes, my lord.

It is done. You will carry out everything according to plan. No more lavish entrance, no double entendres, just my plan.

Yes, my lord. It is as you say. I cannot resist, though, a small touch of mind puzzle.

I HAVE TOLD YOU PRECISELY NOT TO DO THAT!!

But my lord, it is all for the better. Look at how miserable the little Cajun is. Look how his friends are discussing this whole thing, thinking that he is somewhat a little off the road. Look at what this small things can do.

Hmmm. Probably there's no harm into that. Do that, but do not overdo it. Your tendency towards grandeur is one of the source of your recent fall. I cannot help you anymore once you fall again for the second time. That is forever and no more.

I will keep that in mind, my lord. I will do it with the utmost care.

One more thing. Why do you ask me to gain this woman back? She was too far even for my methods to call her back.

But she is here, my lord, and fine sort of. Why does that worries you so? I think I hear a worried tone in your voice.

It's just that for people like her it's sometimes dangerous. They can be too unstable and too hard to control.

Everything's all right my lord. There is no need to worry. I have hold on each and every bit of them.

Make sure you always do. Once you are apart, nothing will be able to keep you together.

I will be very wary of that, my lord.

My Detritus Nether, this time, do your Creator, your Resurrector, proud. Prove yourself to him you deserve this costly resurrection.

I, Detritus Nether, will prove myself worthy of this cause, my lord. And I will gain my revenge on the dirty little Cajun as a reward. That itself is a reward far more wonderful for me than the riches of the world.

That is so. Now rest. Let the souls rest with you.

Yes, my lord. For tomorrow is an important day.

To be continued...