Connection - a Serial Experiments Lain fic
By: A-chan achan@dork.com www.envy.nu/achan



Existentialist mutterings, screamings, yearnings. Voices disembodied from nameless corpses, littering the darkened pavement.

Finally receding, calming, then silence. Blissful eternity.

She laughs, and you shudder from her completeness.



// take me down, six underground
the ground beneath your feet
laid out low, nowhere to go
nowhere a way to meet

i've got a head full of drought down here
so far from losing out round here
overground, watch this space
i'm open to falling from grace //



"When you die, I'll be watching. I'll rape you, take you, taste you on my lips. I'll bury you in a mocking vestige of humanity with your last view of this world blurred from reality. A cruel farewell, yes -- but didn't you want it this way?

"When you gasp for the last time, I'll devour you. I'll see your life flash before my eyes, and you'll pray for a silent death with eternal respite. You'll ask for redemption, ungranted.

"You'll understand. We are all sinners escaping the 'real world', embracing a respite from its horrors. Our deaths were all silent, calculated, formulated. But through this, we are Eternity. We are Immortal. We are time's forgotten.

"Listen. You can hear them clearly now. The voices of those you wish to connect with. You're closer. Feel it in your flesh. Feel me..."

She groans softly against you, the pact consealed in a burst of white. Crimson eyes smile blankly in the void of infinity, naked and obtrusive.

"It's time."



And the wires snap overhead, loosing proverbial fire and lightning in a shower of cataclysmic sparks. Glass shatters from a glowing screen, drawing forth maroon nectar from alabaster skin.

You embrace death and resurrection in that brief instant: the bread of life ministered through phone lines, the wine flowing from mortal veins. It is too much and so little, and you feel her closing in. Baptism.

She is cloying, omniscient.

She is you, undeniably.

You are connected.