Saturday, October 7, 2017

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                 Twenty Devilish Faces
                 The Fight For Alexis


Written by Nichole Haines
©2017 Nichole Haines

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I wanted to shout out but no sound would emerge, I couldn’t move, speak and worse I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t release the huge energy build up of terror from my body, I was sure I was going to explode. I was suspended in in-animation between sleep and wakefulness, hanging in neither world and aware of both, silent, trapped and tormented.
The light from the icosahedron hanging just above my head raped my mind, there was no place I could hide, yet I must resist, Alexis was mine, my baby girl, barely old enough to speak in full congruent sentences, she needs me my mind was screaming, he’s not having her, I’m her Mama.
The icosahedron began to move up and down my body, from my face to my feet, with each movement it became more invasive, more terrifying, more evil. Then the pain started, my whole body wracked in agony, silently I was screaming but still I couldn’t make any audible noise, still the worst torture was I had to suffer this in silence, my mind terrified for me, for Alexis, for everyone I knew, what was this magic, this indescribable evil that had complete control over my body?
The pain stopped as abruptly as it had begun and somehow silently I could hear a voice in my mind, clear, menacing and oh so powerful and persuasive:
Give Alexis to me, that’s all you need to do, agree to my demands and you’ll be free, refuse and you’ll never see her again, agree and she’ll live with you under your care until her 16th birthday and then she’ll be mine.”
Surely I was sleeping, as realistic as all this seemed, all of my life experience was telling me none of this was real, no strange three dimensional shapes could control my body and make me mute, this was just an hullucinicenic effect of something I’d eaten, Alexis was in her bed in the next room, she wasn’t in any danger, no-one, supernatural or otherwise, wanted to steal her. I began to breathe deeply attempting to get hold of my anxiety, one deep breath after another.
 Then something from deep inside began to stir, I found that I was floating up and up and off the bed, my breathing became shallow again and through the fear and the disbelief I realized that my body was beginning to betray me, serotonin and dopa-mine flooded my mind and insides, energy exploded in my genitals and I wanted to scream with both terror and delight yet still I was mute, still unable to release, still totally beholden to whatever Devil this was that haunted my reality, and then I found myself falling, falling into a void, devoid of light, consciousness or dream, a nothingness, well they say sex and death are two sides of the same coin!
It was still dark when I awoke, or had I slept all day? My body ached in ways I’d never imagined was possible before today, like I’d competed in a marathon with no preparation at all. I was just laying there in my bed feeling like I was unable to function, not really able to construct my memory to recall the experiences of last night. My mind drifted to Alexis, there was something I’d been worried about, something relating to her safety. I couldn’t recall but then I stopped myself, Alexis wasn’t in the next room, she was with my parents to give me a break, to let me recover, I’d been ill, physically and emotionally after Chris’s death, I needed to heal, to exorcise my demons, we’d fought that night and never had the chance to hug, kiss and say sorry before his car hit that wall.The police had said there was alcohol in his blood stream, he’d died because he had been drinking and driving but we’d been drinking together and the drinking led to our pointless fight, and then, and then, oh what was I going to do, how could I ever recover?
Without moving my body I allowed my eyes to scan the room around me, something was strange about my room, something not right. My eyes came to rest on a small mirror which seemed to have some traces of white powder on it and for some reason there was a razor blade. Drugs? Surely not, not without Chris, never alone. I resolved to get up and go and check on Alexis, surely she can’t have slept all day too, she was only a little girl, a baby, what kind of mother was I neglecting her?...and then I remembered she’s safe, she’s with Mum and Dad
I wanted some water, my mouth was so dry, I knew it would take all of my willpower to get out of bed, my body so ached, so I used my will to force myself yet I didn’t seem to have any control left over my body, my mind was active yet my body was somehow catatonic.
As I lay in a pool of my own sweat the strangest of things happened. I watched the essence of who I am step out of my body and walk away from me and then my consciousness shifted to the essence of me and I was free, I could travel wherever it was in the Universe I wanted to go.
I resolved to find Chris, to heal whatever emotional wounds were left between us and for a moment I thought where’s Alexis, maybe she’s with Chris, maybe I can see them both together?

******
I still loved Chris, despite our awful fight on the night he died, yet I couldn’t shake the belief that there was something demonic about him, his rages when he was still alive and at times he seemed to revel in violence, physical, emotional and verbal. I left the house and headed for the bus stop, I must find Alexis, I needed to know she was safe, although Chris was her father I couldn’t be sure he’d protect her. Then it came back to me like a flood of memory like a tsunami in my mind, the icosahedron that controlled my body last night and the voice in my head, menacing me, abusing me, the extreme pain. How was this related to Chris, was he dominating me still from beyond the grave, was Chris just one of his incarnations, was he in fact Satan himself?
As I neared the bus stop, a bus just drove on by, I’d tried to convince the driver to stop but his strange, distorted yet somehow familiar face wasn’t having any of it. When I finally arrived I permitted myself a moment just to breathe, to gather my thoughts, to think how I was going to find Alexis.
I could see a bus coming my direction about half a mile away, I put my hand in my raincoat pocket frantically searching for my purse and then it occurred to me, I didn’t need money I was in a different world with different rules and alternative expectations. As the bus neared I stuck my arm out to indicate that I wished to ride. Strangely the bus didn’t slow down, if anything it started to increase its speed. As it fled by I realized that the driver had exactly the same face as the driver of the previous bus. He hit the horn and it appeared that he was pointing at the bus stop as the vehicle just drove on by. Why was the driver’s face so strange and so familiar, how peculiar was that? Then it occurred to me, yes he looked a little like Chris, no wonder this was so disturbing.
In the absence of knowing what to do next I began to examine the bus stop to try and discover what the bus driver had been pointing at. For the first time I noticed a large photograph of that icosahedronic shape that had so disrupted my sleep. I looked closer and noticed that in each of the twenty sides was a different photograph all of the same person, some angelic, many demonic and one or two of a damaged young man holding a young child in his arms. I looked closer in horror, they were all of Chris and in one or two of his photos he had Alexis with him. I froze not knowing what to do and then one of the demonic versions of Chris suddenly seemed to speak.
No bus will stop for you without your photograph, you must go to the shopping center where the bus station is, it’s on Twenty Face Road and the name of the shopping center is Icosahedron.” the demonic Chris like photo then roared with laughter.
That shape again, I didn’t like it but what choice did I have, I must find Alexis?....
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