Papers torn out from what appears to be a sturdy journal are scattered about the Uriah Wharf, swimming in the puddles of smoggy rain.
I stand on Mjolnir, the windless air is cold on my face. The sky is grey, and hanging over my left shoulder is the even greyer moon, staring down at us. I briefly see the feint glow of a hardline in the corner of my left eye; no one is there. She’s dancing against me, her body continuously bumping into mine. I feel something between us that transcends the stimulation of the system, but yet I don’t. I’m feeling so many emotions at one time, it’s like a void encompassed in another void, within even more. The people surrounding us are laying at the corners of the monument, watching us dance. Some eyes are glued to us, while others stare off into the distance.
Part of me wants to stop dancing, and gouge out their eyes, grab them by the throat and drop them off the towering hammer. Part of me wants to take off my glasses and stare them down, only to leap onto them and feel their skin snap beneath my teeth and their blood rush down my throat. Part of me wants to absorb them, take away everything they have ever known, but part of me wants to open my heart and arms to embrace each and every one of them; I do not know what to decide. This only creates more pain.
The sun’s up now, and has been for a while. She asks me if I want to leave, go somewhere else. I tell her I do, but I don’t mind staying. I’ve stopped dancing, I don’t want to kill as much now. She decides to stay. I suddenly fade back out of the moment. Everyone around me is talking, but I am not listening; my eyes are open but I am not looking. She says “So,” and I suddenly transport myself back to the here and now. She asks one more time what we will do.
“I thought you wanted to stay here.”
“Oh, ok.” I think she’s disappointed, wanting me to take charge. Bad things happen when I get into that mindset.
“I would much rather be alone with you, but I don’t want to spoil your fun.” I no longer want to mask what I truly want.
“I thought you knew I want to spend time alone with you, and you will not spoil my fun, like you say.”
I quickly reply, “Then let’s get out of here.”
