Seven Bowls of Anger

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"I do love you rapsidy, your part of me. I need you sometimes that's what the other's have been telling me.
How do you feel about it? Tell me. I'm prepared to talk.
I need to communicate with you. It's part of you. Me. I am.
There fore you do exist. I need to tell you about the laws.
The reasons that I hide. You can't imagine these things. You were so young. So swaddeled. I was there. I was the one.
You don't remember? I am. There fore you are.
Contralis Sieville. Born of the flesh. Torn from the womb of the holy mother of God. You are the one that must carry the evil. You must drink deeply from the draught that angers God himself. If you are to be an extension of me fully you must be like the other's. They told you did'nt they. What they have I gave them. They bare the marks on the right side of their bodies. The mark of the beast!"
The steam rolled from his lips.A strand of hair fell against his shoulder and then as if carried by a sudden breeze continued to float downwards towards the floor.
The stone floor beneath his feet glistened. It was still damp.He continued to hypnotise the shadowed figure. "Deeper you must go deeper. Further back until you have reached the animal the beast! It must be in you it's with me every day."
The moonlight reflected against his sword and the hilt and the blade cut the night air with an intensity.
The shadowed figure vomitted. Fluid flew from both eye ducts and the veins on his neck bulged. He grabbed both sides of his head and his eyes rolled backward in their sockets."No more! God is my rock. God is my savior. God is my unconditional military sheild. I need to hear the trees sing. I need to have the dew refreash my sight in the morning. I need to have God hear my moans and groans. I beseeth you in the name of the Holy Spirt! I renounce you and bade you to writh on the ground and swallow dust! A cistern shall be dug for you. A pit prepared. I renounce you in all that is unholy. Unclean one that you are. You have no power over me. I can do no or no less than that which God commands me to. I can not sit underneath a table for I am the lamp and my soul is the wick. Verily I say unto thee that my soul, that wick shall ignite and burn with the serpentine fire. I will move with the cloud of God.
I will soak my heart in olive oil. I will sacrafice your words like a sick animal on the bronze alter in the tent of God!
You must come clean! Your mind is sick. You are twisted in the steel logic of your penchants."
The figure grisseled with age pulled a substance from his pocket and clenched in between his teeth.
"I feel the need to halucinate. Why don't you at least take drugs? The other's have taken mind altering drugs. They are violent! It is the way. You must give in to your heritage its in your blood. How can you deny me and it at the same time. What about the material world?
The others have limosines. I have provided for them. They have their own forms of communication while you deny me I leave you in rags to wander about the streets like a madman.
Join. Meld. Understand that evil is what gives you long life. What kind of nonsense are you giving me! You can't extend my life. The others are planning to evolve.
How old do you think I am? Take a guess."
"The others are sick and evil. Let them live forever and watch the moon turn red and fall to the earth while the temperature drops turning all life to ice!"
They are going. Are you fit to travel. The figure inhaled deeply form an oxygen mask. The transparent breathing device clouded slightly.
"You don't even travel in space. The other's have been up. They have traveled. The journey is out there among the stars. Don't you want to travel in space. Jupiter is the new heaven. We located the borders around the mist. I think that we found God and killed him. I believe God to be dead!"
"Your evil. There is nothing above or below the hatred that you harbor in your mind. Let it go. I am with God. I am not worthy. God is pure. God's love is unconditional. I believe in the holy spirit. I believe that Christ suffered for the sins of the world. Have mercy on.... "
The man pulled out a long steel pipe from his sleeve. The bottom was drilled. It contained a bowl. He reached inside his mouth and tugged on a fake tooth. He dropped the tooth in the bowl and with a device torched the bowl inhaling a whitish substance. He held it for a long time. With his left hand he grabbed the cool end of the pipe and swung hitting the shadowed figure across the side of the head.
"You are my child. I am evil. You shall survive or perish with your GOD."
His head filled with lights. The figure winced and then let out a cry of anguish. His pulse quickened and a sensation of fluid filled the left side of his skull.
"There remember the first time you injured your skull? I was there. Remember?
The fluid increased. God is my protection. God is my military sheild!"
The figure lunged at him. "You must travel!"Two dogs appeared at his side one Baring his teeth revealed a set of metal fangs. "Drink!" The dog pulled at the leash and ran towards a thick tree. Opening his mouth he ran up the side of the tree. Standing on his hind legs he drank deeply from the sap that poured from the deep cuts that the metal fangs left in the tree. The tree was articulated like the muscles in a leg.

He grabbed the figure and spoke to him directly in his ear.

I have tried to understand you. The others are so much in accord. And then there's you. "C'est une vache!"

He felt his leg muscles tighten. The flex in his quadraceps revealed a very articulate, well muscled leg. The ripping sound of the steel blade against the fabric revealed more and more of his leg as the moonlight continued to shine.

The dog was still on it's hind legs. "Finish, Please". The dog stopped drinking and heeled. It grabbed the ends of the old figures coat tails and began to drag him backward, away from the figure with the torn pants.

"Drink". The dog stopped. He looked at the figure with the ripped pants leg and began to wag his tail.It became obvious that the device that was lodged in the dogs mouth was extremely uncomfortable, the steel glistened silvery and metallic in the dogs mouth. Then just like before the dog raced off towards the figure. When he reached the foot of the man he opened his mouth revealing the steel razor standing on his hind legs he continued to travel up the man's leg the steel razor opening more flesh cutting deeper and deeper. The confused dog stood just as he had with the tree. Locking it jaw only this time instead of recieving tree sap blood flowed down and around the dogs head.

Finally he drank deeply.

"You will travel with the others. That is my decision."

"Come to me." Who is it that will care for me in my old age, hum? The gnarled figure shifted his weight in the back seat of the car. "There she is. Stop the vehicle!" The driver shadowed applied enough pressure to stop the car without making any noise. The car coasted to a stop.

"Two, muthafucka, Two grams that's what I paid for Two , not One lousey half assed piece of ....." The viens on the womans neck bulged and her eye's partially dialated continued to reflect the streetlight over her head. A strange stage, a peculiar stage light. In the distance the moon ledges glowered as a circumferance of luminance echoed like the ripples on a still pond.

"Any day any time. You want a piece of me? " The secound figure moved forward and continued to stare the woman down. "You callin me a liar? Your nothing but a two bit junkie! The womans chest heaved slightly and the corners of her mouth stung brightly. In the background the back end of a car could be seen.

"I like her spirit but hate her intensity! The old man dressed in an overcoat and hat reached down in the back seat an pulled up a walking cane. The handle was brightly polished and carried a brass ring around the neck. He unscrewed the handle and after reassembling it produced a gun. In it he loaded an electric bullet."It's such a silent night, how can anybody get any peace with all this noise?" The old man took aim and fired the device at the woman just as the secound figure was walking towards her. She grabbed him with both hands and stunned him with a knee to the groin. Holding him as the electric bullet ripped through the back of his jacket. Several metal chains around the man's neck became electrified and he barred his teeth as they rattled around his throat. The man threw his head back and fell to his knee's.

The street was barely aware of the old man in the back seat of the vehicle. It had glided quietly into one of the taxi stalls next to the bus stop. The traffic was slow and there were only a few bystanders there in the glow of the moon that night.

The old man continued to stare out of the back seat window. The streetlights highlighting his overcoat. The cane gone from view in the darkened cabin. His unshaven face provided a contrast to his finely tailored overcoat. The fabric of his hat revealed a silk band of muted colors. Colors that blended into the darkness of the evening. The driver continued to stare ahead as if in deep sleep.

"Let us leave of this place."

Maddness.

Think. Breath deeply. handle it! Have you ever considered the possiability that we're all insane. I mean in a dysfunctional way that we all as family are insane, crazy on a daily basis? Demetri you are also flesh of my flesh. If you go mad insane do you fear that you will no longer be in my good graces. That is where you are incorrect. If in fact maddness or insanity run through my veins and courses through my body then by being flesh of my flesh you too share that maddness.

It is my express desire to experiment. I need to study some of the more clinical effects of dementia, bi-polarism, black outs. I will choose one of my flesh for the experiment . Demetri I hope it is you. You have always been my favorite. I love you so very much.

The cloaked figure unshaven and bleary eyed reached over and grabbed Demetri by the neck and bit firmley against Demetri's ear lobe. The pressure increased until a trickle of blood.

There, go and get your ear pierced. The figure threw a roll of money at Demetri and he hastfully grabbed and and counted it. Theres plenty more Demetri where that came from, you being flesh of my flesh must share in my good fortune for we are all the same!"

Demeitri continued to look at the billfold of money, counting off in a mesmerized way he audibly said the figure 70,000.00
"More much more Demetri where that came from. "Give me your right hand!" Startled Demetir looked up. Within a split secound the old man had Demetir by the right hand.

"You must bear the sign of the beast!"

"That's it now your going to feel a little burning sensation." The needle made it's way past the epidermis and then hit the organ of it's intent. The dermis tingled and then burned. The voice continued to guide through the murkey twilight of the emergency room. Time had stopped and then started again as if the battery in the back of wristwatch had suddenly interrupted perfect time keeping. "Your white blood cell count is up a little. It's just a customary procedure that we hold you for at least 12 hours to see if anything develops. The x-rays should be back how's it feel when you breath?"

There was a distinct metallic taste in his mouth. The moon and the silvery metal from the dogs mouth were just a memory to him now. Memories that faded and were replaced with the here and the now. Information faded in and out of his mind as the diagnostician continued to abbreviate and highlight the results of certain tests. "Insurance?" |
He took a labored breath and the pain in his leg worsened. He flexed it to it's most painful point and held it there. The discomfort faded and finally there was nothing but a dull ache. Another sharp pin prick and the discomfort was gone completely. "There, how's that? The X ray's reveal a cracked rib, where did you fall? Darkness. The lights, the sound of the diagnostician everything. Gone.

The sounds of the emergency room were quite. A voice awakened him.

"Hey you can't sleep in the emergency room you have to be checked into a room." Get dressed and see the people at the front desk.

Fully dressed and standing outside the hospital the night merged with the comming of sunlight. A voice called over his shoulder. "Hey you've got to stay for observation. Where do we send your medical records?" He remembered where his medical records were kept and called the Hospital's name over his shoulder and limped into the pre dawn air.

A letter arrived informing her that all her pyschiatric medications had been approved. The letter also indicated a private doctor in a very respectful way and had a phone number and hot line number that could be reached 24 hours a day, also a very polite and proffesional notation about the staff and the answering service.

The secound page contained a note from the hooded old man.

My dear child. It has come to my attention that you are in need of drugs. Drugs are a necessary part of life. These drugs should give you the ability to withstand alot of the problems that you are not experiencing at this time. Humor me. It's an experiment.

I have decided to run a series of tests on each member of the family. The evil that is in me must also be in you. You are flesh of my flesh. Blood of my Blood. That evil runs through your veins just as surely as it is with me.

There are many different levels of evil. The journey we must make as a family is one that is well worth the money! Money is of course an unusual thing. For me it has bought me people, situations. It is a tool to be used. It cannot sustain life is what you think! Life is a long road. A long evil road! Consider the supply unlimited until further notice.

P. S Herion has a pecuilar taste so don't let that be a hinderment to you. I've been addicted for years and years and I'm still alive and well!" Bon Voyage!

The bottom fold of the letter contained a packet filled with herion.

Semper Fidelis

It's your strength that will eventually intrest me. I' curious about the effects of all the evil things that I have done. It's just something that I wonder about from time to time. Evil keeps you alive. It courses through your viens and agitates you. The peace and tranquility normally associated with the drama and stagnating sanguininity of love and effection still do not outweight the statistic. The good die young,- while the evil grow to a ripe age. Valer, you are the one now. Your so evil, at least parts of your brain are. There are so many experiments that I have been reading about. Did you know that brain tissue regenerates? It's absolutely facinating. They have tried to libotimize certain criminal tendencies in people that way. Oh, Valer, there are a delicious amount of test cases that we could discuss. As always money is something that you want, is it not? Just like all of my flesh. You desire it/ is that not correct Valer. You even challenge me sometimes. I need to see up close and first hand what it is like to monitor somebody with half a brain!