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And through the dust and gas of dark matter, it was all still nothing. And the dark silhouette knew of the presence of an uncanny, inevitable being which lurked everywhere. The future.
"The fucking nerve." Sickness muttered venomously. She and Eff kept snapping back and forth on different subjects that would purposely make sickness explode. Like an annoying kid that wont stop breaking things just to hear them crash. After just 3 days of being together traveling was enough to kill an average human.
Eff annoyed sickness as he loved to see her almost rage off her skin to try to attack him. But in all honestly he was much faster and powerful than her, which did get him off.
"What was that?" he chuckled, "You wanna fuck me?" Eff couldn't help but say.
Sideswiping the side of his face but missing, Sickness couldn't wait to get her hands on his scarred neck. Taking the forests, and back trails can make the quietness unbearable to somebody like Sickness who needed constant stimulation. Unfortunately, the forests would sometimes end and they had to take their travels through noisy metropolis cities.
This was one of those times.
While Eff and Sickness kept snapping at each other, Dboy was remarking the map where they were. It seemed there was no other route to take so going through downtown had to do. Reverend was seemingly the only one interested on where Dboy planned on going, always checking in.
"Where are we again?" he asked.
Dboy looked up at him and sighed, "Pennsylvania, past Pinchot state forest. We took a farther route than we were supposed to so that's how we ended up in this shithole."
"Seems like you're none too pleased, eh?"
"It's bearable going through these parts rather than the brighter lights and busier streets," Dboy responded. There were buildings shrouded in shadows that looked broken and run down however there was still some light flooding in random windows through the late night. They were in what was considered the "bad" part of the neighborhood but with the group looking like any other homeless person on the streets they weren't much bothered.
After walking down two blocks there was an alleyway that seemed vacant enough to walk through. The night was going to be long and Dboy and Eff were sure their mortal bodies would be able to handle it. It would be the second night they wouldn't be sleeping and everybody hated how their fleshy bodies slowed them down.
"I hate feeling this fucking achy, I'd rather be buried in the snow than walk through this cesspool." Sickness complained stepping over puddles of garbage juice. She knew they had to keep going but secretly wanted to stop for the night.
"Keep walking."
Dboy reminded her sternly with an annoyed side eye, she looked back at him with the same annoyance. The perks of being the oldest voice of the group was being able to sense another's defects and, well, feelings. Dboy hated his sensitivity, he couldn't shut it down especially when every living thing reached out to him, he ended up just naming these hyper awareness's "tremors".
Turning around the corner, Dboy got a tremor with reoccurring bright flashes in his eyes, he started hearing voices all around him for a split second before getting pushed to the ground, slamming his back hard against the asphalt.
"Get out the way!" A man shouted as he tried to hurry down the alleyway when suddenly Sickness morphed arms snatched the mortal by the neck.
"You..." her eyes glowing, "You fucking splashed this shit water all over me!" The lower part of her pants were wet from the puddles he stomped in. She lifted her extended arm in the air choking him when a group of 5 men ran into sight.
Dboy blinked back into consciousness and got up to look around to see Sickness strangling the stranger in the air, exposing part of her cryptic figure. Just when Reverend was about the scorn her for exposing herself and Eff about to join in on the slaughter, people came and ran into the unsettling sight of glowing eyes before them.
Screaming, the men dropped their guns and ran away babbling frantically. But not getting too far as Effs bloodlust got the best of him and he began grabbing them one by one and tearing them to shreds. Dboy, infuriated with their incompetence, struck Sickness down causing her to loose her grip on the man, and struck Eff down as well causing him to bleed on his side and three of the men getting away.
"Are you all fucking stupid or are your brains filled with syphilis?!" Dboy yelled at them angrily, "We are supposed to keep our cover as much as we can and it's no excuse if any of these sad sacks of shit accidentally bump into us. You better fucking keep a low profile if you want you want to keep your pathetic lives!" Dboy didn't want anything to do with humans, and such attention would only get worse if he was exposed.
"Nutsack." Eff grunted holding his damaged side. Sickness sat up in boiling anger and tried to scramble anything to say back, "I do what I please, you shit!" Dboy didn't bother with them as he saw the man in the alley stand up, limping.
The stranger was wide eyed and visibly shaken, " I-I dunno if its the tar, but fuck I'm glad they're gone." he breathed heavily. Sniffing and touching his throat to soothe the bruise forming, he wondered how he would go about running away... a deer in headlights… he didn't know what to do.
Reverend noticed his fear and confusion, his ragged and pale appearance on his face said all he needed to know about him; poor health, homeless, and a junkie. The Voice of Desire used his prowess to his advantage.
Reverends tone went soft, "Why were they chasing you?" he asked with care. The group thought a waste of time he was going about.
The stranger froze at the sudden question, he paused before answering to get a good look at the "man" before him: he was tall, wearing a suspender jumpsuit with a duster coat, he had an over-sized belly, styled pomade hair, and his skin tone was dark. He seemed nice enough to talk to compared to the other "people," even if he wasn't human.
Choking back a terrified knot in his throat, he finally answered, "M-my name is Raymond... I-I stole some smack from em… heh… those bastards tried to cheat me so I-I took all they had." Raymond revealed from his sweater pocket a plastic bag of fresh syringes and a ball of what he assumed was heroin.
"Oh? So you use?" Reverend inquired nicely. Addicts of any kind were his favorite people as they fulfilled every desire they had. How easy to manipulate. To validate.
Raymond suddenly felt at ease, he didn't know quite why even through he was high, "Ha ha, yeah I guess so I-I mean I've been out these streets since I was a teen..." It got quiet as Raymond asked what was Reverends name, and peering more at mystery group. Reverend told him Johnny as he didn't want to get so formal.
Dboy looked back at Raymond with dreaded disgust. How he hated humans, but at least this one didn't have much time left. For Reverend, he knew his fancied digging deep in the dark hearts of mortals.
"Sorry for what you just saw," Reverend began, "You see my friends and I are not of this world but you don't want to hear any of that, would you?" When it came to regular humans and not flushers, manipulation and acute hypnotism worked well.
Looking back at reverend, he began to giggle, "Hee hee heh, maaaaan, I'm high as shit right now hahaha… ehh, fuck it... besides you guys got those fuckers away from me... so I guess that's that." He finished a bit hazily as his high was peaking.
Revend looked at him with sincerity, "Well I guess you owe us then, there's something you can do for us specifically to my friends here," He motioned to Sickness and Eff, "Maybe a place for the night, get him fixed up and pants for the lady."
Dboy definitely now hated Reverend and his gross affinity towards humans. Raymond led them to a hoover Ville under a giant bridge with an over pass flooded with cars that hid underneath the small commute of traveling homeless. Raymond joyfully shared his stolen prize with many others as bonfire was lit in the middle of all the pitched tents and motorcycles. Eff was amused at all the poor saps he perceived as weak and if it probably weren't for Dboy he would go well beyond being a narcissistic asshole to these people. To Dboy, the thought of humans always being sociable creatures seemed so desperate and sad.
After Sickness got changed in the giant tent they would be stay in, she joined Dboy sitting near the fire while Eff and Reverend got their sick kicks of subliminally controlling the residents. The act of setting everyone up for failure was a game both prided on.
"I wonder with all that "charm" Reverend had, actually ever got through to Johnny" Sickness said aloud.
Stretching his arms over his head, he sighed a deep no. Dboy knew all about Johnny's hard-headed thinking. When the first time came of the boy doing away with himself, Eff had a deep unsettledness of how they weren't made real due to Johnny's sub conscience (The Wall) never letting up.
Sickness kept talking until she shoved Dboys arm to get his attention again, "Hey! What the hell happened to you back at the alley? You looked like a fish with epilepsy."
Eff butted in laughing, "Nah he's just a little retarded that's it."
Begrudgingly and unamused as usually, the Voice of Misery explained the bright flashes in his vision, thoughts and voices of life all around him being amplified, and of his senses overloading all in a split second.
Sickness again to giggle a little bit, "Kind of sounds like you're being autistic or something but whatever the fuck you are feeling it doesn't matter."
Feelings?
Don't mistake me of what I am you wretched outhouse, unlike you I'm not a feeble sliver of canvas shit that couldn't even take over their own fucking flusher for a day
Eff began to laugh as Sickness became furious and started to yell in anger at him with her arms crossed. She wasn't the best at being crafty, and with that Dboy got up and began to walk around the campsite, he felt he was being followed or watched but with the site being filled with addicts, lives on the road, possible murderers, etc. he knew they would be watching him anyways. Truly this was how all humans are supposed to be.
Looking up and seeing the stars and moon out at night, it took Dboy a while to understood what Johnny loved about it so much. Even if there was a lot of light pollution where they were the star's still shined, hell if Dboy concentrated enough he would be able to hear galaxies roaring in space at the same time hearing the angst thoughts of dumb teenagers around him wailing how much they hated their parents and their reason for running away.
It seemed worth it.
To die was far better though, the light tremors made Dboy hate living on another level. The visions and newfound convulsions made him vulnerable and not in control of himself, he would like to end himself on his own terms – NOT accidental or by chance murdered because of the fucking tremors. What he wanted by the end of this trip to Maine, is to have Reverend or Sickness assist his suicide as he knew they were the only other ones who could harm him. No use getting Eff to do it, he would drag Dboys ass for all eternity out of sheer spite and dominance which there would be no escape from.
Walking away from under the bridge, he knew now something was following him. Walking up the side of the concrete riverbed he sat down. Closing his eyes, he thought of his "death" before and longed for that feeling again.
Feelings huh?
He thought, but realized he had heard that.
Opening his eyes, he saw the something before him; a woman standing at the bottom of the sloped wall. She had on a loose head scarf that shaped a brown face with dark eyebrows and ebony eyes that looked back at him. Her small thin mouth curled upward in a smile but thought nothing funny.
"Who are you?" He sharply demanded
"Sorry, I didn't mean to invade your mind. It's a private thing I know. I try to contain it as much as I can for the sake of my girlfriend..." She looked at Dboys tan and scared face always plastered with displeasure.
"My name is Zaira." She said.
Sitting down on the concrete next to him, she asked what he was hoping to find in Maine. He didn't like the psychics' probing and was not convinced this was friendly conversation, reading Voices minds meant she was either a voice herself, or something far worse.
Her eyes spark green, "So it wasn't hard for you to tell I'm glad I don't have to spell it out for you."
Dboy faced her still displeased and wanted to set her far away from him. He didn't want to be re-captured to a different eldritch abomination than the manifestation that created him. "I'm not gonna be enslaved back into an old styrofoam stand again, if you're going to do anything I'd rather have you end me."
"Why not?" She said back inching closer to his face. She was getting too close, invading personal space to see if Dboy could heel. However he did not flinch, as jaded as he was, he had no intimidation left in him.
An old monster of manifestation would not let up. Her goal was something different than what Dboy thought.
"You could just play the game a bit longer"
Dboy was about to snap her neck when he noticed the white noise around him started invading his senses without notice. This tremor was different - vicious.
He saw eyes glowering green along with flashes of a balcony and with each flash of white light the balcony became farther away, picturing a large house. With its shadows increasing, with each passing second, it hurt more to see, hear, feel, and breathe. He then felt a sudden gust of wind under him as his vision lead him into a storming sky above him. He felt a final vision nearing and it was of a different large building and in a split second, Dboy began to dwindle down to the ground. As the clouds passed by into a clear sky he found himself unable to move.
With a loud thud, his back felt the force of a dirt ground beneath him knock the air out of his lungs. Gasping with pain and lack of oxygen Dboy quickly sat up and looked around him.
He was underneath the bridge again. Only it was deserted. And "Zaira" was nowhere to be found.
Eff had enough of Dboy and the stupid shit that was happening to him. Last night he had came back from one of his sulking round-about walks, only he was stuck in his vision again. He had the same white slits he had back at the cabin. And while to humans it appeared he was only high or tired, Eff and the others knew it would be a long fucking night. Long after the bonfire burned out and the travelers went away, Dboy was still at the bonfire pit laying down in an almost comotose state.
Reverend went to poke him with a stick and Eff even tried to wake him up by throwing punches. He still did not budge. He lied there for another hour or so when Eff wanted to start leaving.
"Shit, he seems dead to me. We should get going anyways."
Reverend stopped Eff by saying, " He's the only one with the map, are you sure where you're going?"
Eff hated opposition in any situation and as the Voice of a Maniac he wasn't afraid of holding back. Looking over his shoulder at Reverend, he reminded him with a bone chilling look and smilie was he didn't give a damn about a map and he'd be fine where ever he went. They were on their own.
Sickness noticed parts of his body started to twitch and interrupted Effs rant about being free and called to both voices that Dboy was finally moving.
When Reverend and Eff turned their heads, Dboy sat straight up gasping for air and tighten his own arms around himself. his eyes began rolling back to blue swirls and his sense were no longer robbed from him. He looked around bewildered until his eyes fell on the group of voices being the only ones.
"HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?" Dboy asked angrily. He was not in the right mindset they could tell, and Sickness responded, " Since last night, we-"
"OH FUCKING SHIT!" Dboy exclaimed out loud. He got up from the ground to stand up and muster up where could the "girl" be. But the reality hit him, she was gone for some time already. Sighing aggravatingly he was mad at himself for not getting away from her when he had a fighting chance. He didn't think another manifestation was able to have power over him. Sorely was he mistaken.
Looking back at Eff and the others he determined to bury the experience deep. He wanted no one other the upper-hand. He was going to get to Maine where he could end his sad sack of shit life.
But why Maine?
The question finally deepened to more than just quiet and seclusion. He realized he had a motive more deeper than that but what?
"Ahem," Eff interrupted his thoughts, " I could just leave you here yknow?"
Looking over to Eff darkly he received a childish snarl back and noticed Sickness and Reverend impatiently waiting. They all didn't really know what to do with their lives as semi-humans, and Dboy couldn't help but feel pity for all of them.
Pity that they have a choice to end it all. Because life was simply meaningless.
With the rising sun halfway over the horizon. They had to get moving out of the city fast. Lest they really want to be seen.
"Let's go," Dboy mumbled, " And lets not make any friends this time."