Visions of Akasha: Part 1
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Even though I did not make it for the contest, I thought I'd post my entry. I kind of gave up on trying to put Fakku in there, since this is set before the website ever started up. It does not stick to the 1500 word limit, which is a bummer. However, it did come out nicely in the end ^^
This is actually based in the same universe as my main project, which I might incorporate later. Like always, if you notice any grammatical errors, type-o's and anything else that bothers you, let me know. I had to edit this without the use of a spelling program, so I might not have caught everything. Also, let me know where I can improve, always a plus ^^
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading.
**Also, I edited this a lot just after posting DX my gosh, I missed so much. Curse you wordpad!**
This is actually based in the same universe as my main project, which I might incorporate later. Like always, if you notice any grammatical errors, type-o's and anything else that bothers you, let me know. I had to edit this without the use of a spelling program, so I might not have caught everything. Also, let me know where I can improve, always a plus ^^
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading.
**Also, I edited this a lot just after posting DX my gosh, I missed so much. Curse you wordpad!**
Spoiler:
There are things that the feeble human psyche is not meant to understand, or rather, should never understand. It is my understanding, that human arrogance is the greatest blessing against the unknown beings that assail us at night. Things that still haunt us still, not through physical or mental means, but the very genetic code all humans share.
Huddling close to my bare frame, I drifted off in the void of nothingness, drifting with no certain purpose or destination. I did not know when it began to happen, or what had triggered it, but ever since that time, I felt the dreams disappear and something else tugging me elsewhere, beyond the wall that was sleep.
Growing aware of my surroundings, I open my eyes to the black surroundings, still hovering above a groundless world. My consciousness struggled to remain active, fending off the silent subconscious, whose power was overwhelmingly strong. It mattered not how much I struggled. My conscious would either lose and return to rest, or reality pulled me back, keeping me from ever being fully immersed.
***
Vigorously shaken into conscious thought, I opened my eyes to the familiar sights of row upon row of elongated desks, accompanied by many rows of chairs. Before me was the Cultural Anthropology class, and the angry companion beside me still shook me with frustration. My eyes caught sight of the angry girl's face, medium long coffee colored hair, styled into a braided ponytail, and rosy peach skin that revealed her frustration. Identifying my friend, Anja Gottlieb, my gaze shifted below her neck, entranced by her slightly curvy figure, gently hugged by her olive green turtleneck, concealing her voluptuous e-cup sized chest.
"Class is over Will," Anja spoke, making sure I was awake. She paused, taking a few moments to wonder what I was staring at, then reacted with flushed cheeks and huddled her chest with her arms. “What I say about staring at the girls!”
No longer entranced, I stretched out my stiff arms in the air, catching the sound of soft cracking, releasing a heavy yawn that slurred my words, “Hy Naht?”
She sighed, looking at me hesitantly, before she returned her arms to her side. “Whatever... you do that again, and I'll knock your teeth in.”
Staring at the front of the class, I realized that the entire room is nearly empty. I had slept through Professor Collinwood's lecture once again, and somehow managed to get away with it. Despite the two hour nap I took in class, my eye lids were as heavy as lead weights, urging me to return to much needed sleep, though I fought the urge away. Yawning once again, I look at the board, which was currently being erased.
Disappointed at missing the remaining notes I could have jotted down, I return to Anja's relaxed gaze, "What I miss?”
"Everything," she replied, looking down at me as she passed on her pink seventy sheet notebook. "Lucky for you, I got most of it."
"Thanks,”Taking the notebook, I quickly stuffed the pink notebook, a bright eyesore in my leather book bag, which still reeked of tanned flesh. Within the bag, I saw a glimps of my own distorted reflection from the alluminum thermos, causing me to shift my fingers through my hair in an attempt to tame it. ”Do I look fine?"
Puzzled by my question, Anja simply nodded. "Aside from the hair, you look like a dead eyed fish... have you slept well?"
For the past month I've slept long hours in the night, going so far to ignore the various assignments for class, and rushing to complete them in the early hours of the morning and in between classes. No matter how long I slept, I kept waking worse each day.
"Nope," I answered, shrugging off the urge to sleep once again. Anja gave a look of concern over my problem, though she knew she could do nothing to help me.
"You going to see Dr. Patterson about it?" For almost a month, I have been consulting with a private psychologist on my own time, in between home and classwork. The hospital assigned me to him once a week, and his services have not helped... at least not yet.
"Most likely... I'm skipping Earth Science, make sure to get Pete to take notes," I answer quickly, picking my bag from under the table and sluggishly making my way to the door.
“Hey, make sure to fix that hair of yours before leaving.”
Taking Anja's advice, I step out the classroom, weaving through the crowded hallway. It was the 'Noon Rush', as Anja called it, a time where most of the science classes let out, causing the hungry students to zerg rush out to get something to eat. It was bad planning on the colleges part, though minor enough to be overlooked.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I quickly enter the mens bathroom. “Ahh... Never gets any easier...”
Heading to the mirror, I cringe at the brutal reflection. Strands of black hair were sticking out from the left side of my head, pointing in various directions, however, it looked tamed compared to my face. My eyes, dark brown in color, were awkwardly accompanied by dark circles and bags underneath them. I was a wreck. Quickly turning on the sink, I wash my face with the hopes of clearing off the dark circles, though it proved a wasted effort.
Giving up after two minutes, I dry myself off with paper towels and exit, making haste to the bus stop. My appointment was more urgent than my appearance.
***
Staring at his notes from my previous sessions, Dr. Patterson quickly glanced at me, already familiar with my terrifying appearance, and then returned to his notes, scribbling something down and then scratching the back of his hair, which was too confused to decide to stay black or white. Deciding he wrote enough notes so far, he returned the slender blue pen in the left pocket of his white long sleeve shirt, raised the yellow notepad up and began to review its contents before starting the session.
The office was quiet, giving me slight discomfort. Looking to distract myself, I stare at Dr. Patterson's desk, looking at the day calender behind him. Friday, 26 June, 1988. 'The calender's 4 days behind schedule. He must have forgotten.'
Sensing this, Dr. Patterson put the notepad down, focusing his attention on him, "Have you experienced any hallucinations of sorts?"
"N... Not that I can tell." Once again, Patterson looked into my eyes and gave a brief sigh, reviewing the notepad on his lap.
"From your symptoms, you have the tell tale signs of sleep deprivation... However, you claim that you sleep for hours. You say there is no outside disturbance that you cannot recall, like a car alarm of a dog barking?”
“I've sound proofed my room really well, so I don't believe I'd be disturbed unless an explosion occured.” Dr. Patterson smiled at my comment, then returned to his calm and thoughtful mask.
“Now, with your sleep patterns, you should be well and healthy... Even your medical doctor has assured me this... I do believe something else is the problem."
“Something... else,” the mere thought of the possibilities made me nervous. Would I be given a new treatment? Given a new pescription? The thought made me sick, but I was left with little options. I had not choice but to steel myself for whatever Dr. Patterson would suggest.
"I propose a quick hypnotherapy session for the duration of the hour. I am confident that it will yield some insight on what ails you." Grabbing his notepad and clicking his pen, Dr. Patterson looked my way, ready to take notes on my behavior, "Using the breathing technique we learned last week, I want you to lay back and close your eyes. We'll enter the hypnosis shortly."
Doing as he said, I rested my head on the shoulders of the therapist couch, slowing taking in a lungfull of air through my nose, and expelling it out through my mouth. Repeating the exercise several times, I shut my eyes and relaxed. I carefully listened to Dr. Patterson for the first few minutes, his words slowly drifting further away from my ears, only my drumming heart was all I could hear. Moments later, even my own heartbeat was silenced, quieted by the voidless darkness.
***
Entering the same barren dream as before, greeted by the darkness of the endless void, my own mind became conscious of it's surroundings, much quicker than other times. My battle with the subconscious did not occur, and unlike the times before, I stood firmly planted on the dark ground rather than hovering. It was the same blinding darkness, yet it was completely alien to me.
Taking my first few shaky steps, I blindly walked toward the unknown, my hands reaching out in front of me for guidance. My bare footsteps were all I could hear in the darkness, causing some discomfort within me. I walked for a short while, eager to reach the end of this place. It then dawned on me, that there might not be an end to the walking. The thought sent panic throughout my mind, and I soon realized that my pacing had turned to a maddening sprint.
Running at top speed, I slammed head first onto something dense, staggering back and collapsing onto the ground with pained confusion on my face. I had crashed onto a wall, getting up quickly and hugged onto it's smoothed surface. I laughed awkwardly, knowing I had befriended an inanimate object in this dark place.
Feeling the surface, my right hand felt a strange and rough shape sticking out of the wall, and I began to feel the thing with my own fingers. The texture was smooth, cleanly cut like a diamond gem stone. Familiar at the touch, I grabbed ahold of the stone, fearing that I would lose it if I let go. The darkness still caused me great discomfort, yet the wall and my diamond shaped friend had given me time to calm myself down to think. “I need a light. Gotta get outta here.”
Responding to my words, the diamond shape began to glow underneath my hand. It pulsed with a neon green light, causing me to let go in fright. Moments later, another diamond, a few paces beside the first, began to glow with the same radiance... then another... and another. As more lights turned on, I began to notice the first neon diamond dimming, returning to its dormant state. The lights were acting as a guide, and I did not want to return to the dark so soon. I hastily chased after the lights, fleeing the darkness behind. More lights turned on, yet the darkness kept chasing after me, eager to grab me in its discomforting grip.
Ahead of me, a single light turned on, and no other followed as I caught up to it. I looked back at the oncoming darkness, and as the last of the lights behind me dimmed, I huddled close to the only glowing crystal remaining, cowering in its safety before I noticed a dull glow beside it. Looking at the weak light source, I gazed upon a massive door, big enough for a giant, pulsed a dim neon glow. In reacting to my sight, the last crystal light began to dim, nearly turning off completely. Frightened by the darkness, I made my way to the door, placing my hands on its surface. Reacting to my touch, the doors surface began to glow brighter, shining the same iridescent light I had come to love along its tall length, giving greater detail to the strange drawings and heiroglyphs on its surface.
I was awestruck at the sight. The glyphs, not egyptian in origin, were like nothing I had ever seen, and yet, the depictions seemed familiar. Some of the strange images resembled equations and formulas I could recognise, and the rest were strange texts and images, all which seemed to be contained within the glowing contours of the lights. The sight of the glyphs were a marvel, a splendid jewel of knowledge.
Despite all the wonder, a single glyph caught my attention. A round circle, wild with snake like mouths wrapping around the circumference, held a crude star with a horizontal ring containing an ember, resembling an eye of sorts. This symbol, glowing with the same neon color as the other glyphs, had seemingly called out to me, and without thought, I had unknowingly extended my left hand onto it's surface.
A loud thud echoed before me, and moments later, the heavy doors began to move, causing a brighter light to peek out from the opening. The wider the door opened, the more light it released, bathing me in its radiance. I slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness, moving deeper into the well illuminated room, too large for a human. The walls were lined with the same glowing crystals, although this time a bright yellow than green, similar to the sun in color.
What captivated me was not the spacious room, the crystals, or the glyphs lining the walls, but the massive figure at the end, sitting down on a throne of the same crystalline material. White hair resembling pure snow, skin the color and firmness of ivory, and long lashes with hints of cobalt eye shadow enveloped my perception, entrancing me in it's beauty. I believed the beautiful statue to be bare of clothing, though, examing a bit closer, I noticed the slight scales of clothing of the same pallet as the stone. This giant statue, free of any flaws or cracks, could have been easily mistaken as living.
As I stood awe struck, the doors behind me closed, causing me to jerk and look back onto the massive doors, shutting me in.
“No no no!” Reaching out to the door, searching for a handle to pull and found none, I desperately attempted to push open the stone doors, exceedingly heavy for my own strength. Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the room, in a guttural language I could not recognise; however, deep within my mind, I felt the words invade into my psyche, instantly translating to a form I would understand.
'I welcome thee... Child of thine..'
Stiffened for a moment, I slowly twisted my head back towards the statue, whose eyes were open, revealing sapphire eyes that pierced through me. Watching the statue more closely, I realized that the figure I believed to be inanimate, was heaving her chest in motion, too slow and quiet to have been noticed earlier; this massive statue was alive and breathing.
Once again, the same alien language echoed throughout the room, translating its context into words I could understand, causing me to shiver and cower.
'Long hath I called and finally recieve answer. I sense the enemy of our father approaching, he who is madness with many forms. His scheme remains masked, but I knoweth the terror he wields.'
With a quick and stunning moment, visions entered my mind, flooding my psyche with terrible things I could not explain. An amorphous creature, littered with tentacles, appeared in my thoughts, it's long appendages weilding muscular membrane with eviscerating teeth attached at its length, repeatedly twitching and eager for something to chew. Shortly after, the form began to shift, wrapping its appendages like snake couls, twitching and molding itself into a grotesque anthropod... and finally, it completed itself into the shape of a man, dark in skin, nine foot tall and similar in shape as to what I could only describe as pharaoh like, the being stood in mental thought, cackling a gurgling laugh before the voice took the form of a laughing man.
The projection continued, and I bared witness to the many thousands of shapes it took, rotting my mind with dread and unimaginable fear, causing me to jerk and convulse in terror and madness.
'Our father, and the Elder Beings, combat the destroyers in other worlds, leaving their legacy onto me. Thou prooveth to be gifted, and hath been chosen to be thy vessel of knowledge, and in time, thy knowledge passed onto thee shall be revealed to the destined holder. Young Dreamwalker, seeketh the holder, lest we perish in ancient terror.'
***
The first fifteen minutes of the session went by without a problem. Will Augustine seemed to have grown calmer than he had been, answering each question I asked in succession. As more time passed, the answers slowed, and eventually ceased. Will had gone to sleep during the session, oblivious to my own protests.
Not a single patient had ever gone to sleep, though, knowing he had not slept well in some time, I did not bother to wake him up. He laid there, quietly breathing for five minutes, and I took the time to look at the clock. Only fifteen minutes left before the session was over, and though I had no other patients today, and had no objections in letting Mr. Augustine rest for another hour or two, the question on my mind was the extra fee. Thinking about it a bit longer, and watching his calm expression, I heaved a sigh and decided against it.
“At least your finally sleeping kid,” I answered, getting up from my chair and went to open the window. The summer wind was pleasantly cool, and I reached for a carton of cigarettes when a scream echoed throughout the room.
Dropping the box and turning to Will's direction, whose form contorted in pained motions, eyes rolled back as he howled. The sight stunned me, only the sound of strained cracking of bones snapped me back into reality. I hurried to his side, pushing my weight on him to keep him from damaging his spine.
“Mr. Augustine, when I count down from ten, you will wake up from the therapy.” I did not know if my voice reached out to him in whatever dream he was in, but I had little choice but to begin the count.
“Ten... nine... eight...” A strong stench of ammonia filled my nostrils, immediately identifying it as urine. Will's throat began to gurgle, bile rising from his throat, spewing out onto the right sleeve of my shirt. Cringing at the sight, I kept counting at a steady pace, all the while holding Will down. “Three... Two... One!”
Ceasing all movement, Will collapsed back onto the couch, his head tilted to the side as the remaining bile exited his mouth, giving him a chance to breathe. Will's eyes, stricken with tears, returned to its normal place, though they did not move, react, nor blink; he simply stared out onto nothing, unaware of his surroundings and petrified with ghastly terror. Only the sound of pained breathing could be heard in the office, muffled by the putrid green and brown substance pooling around his chin and neck.
Huddling close to my bare frame, I drifted off in the void of nothingness, drifting with no certain purpose or destination. I did not know when it began to happen, or what had triggered it, but ever since that time, I felt the dreams disappear and something else tugging me elsewhere, beyond the wall that was sleep.
Growing aware of my surroundings, I open my eyes to the black surroundings, still hovering above a groundless world. My consciousness struggled to remain active, fending off the silent subconscious, whose power was overwhelmingly strong. It mattered not how much I struggled. My conscious would either lose and return to rest, or reality pulled me back, keeping me from ever being fully immersed.
***
Vigorously shaken into conscious thought, I opened my eyes to the familiar sights of row upon row of elongated desks, accompanied by many rows of chairs. Before me was the Cultural Anthropology class, and the angry companion beside me still shook me with frustration. My eyes caught sight of the angry girl's face, medium long coffee colored hair, styled into a braided ponytail, and rosy peach skin that revealed her frustration. Identifying my friend, Anja Gottlieb, my gaze shifted below her neck, entranced by her slightly curvy figure, gently hugged by her olive green turtleneck, concealing her voluptuous e-cup sized chest.
"Class is over Will," Anja spoke, making sure I was awake. She paused, taking a few moments to wonder what I was staring at, then reacted with flushed cheeks and huddled her chest with her arms. “What I say about staring at the girls!”
No longer entranced, I stretched out my stiff arms in the air, catching the sound of soft cracking, releasing a heavy yawn that slurred my words, “Hy Naht?”
She sighed, looking at me hesitantly, before she returned her arms to her side. “Whatever... you do that again, and I'll knock your teeth in.”
Staring at the front of the class, I realized that the entire room is nearly empty. I had slept through Professor Collinwood's lecture once again, and somehow managed to get away with it. Despite the two hour nap I took in class, my eye lids were as heavy as lead weights, urging me to return to much needed sleep, though I fought the urge away. Yawning once again, I look at the board, which was currently being erased.
Disappointed at missing the remaining notes I could have jotted down, I return to Anja's relaxed gaze, "What I miss?”
"Everything," she replied, looking down at me as she passed on her pink seventy sheet notebook. "Lucky for you, I got most of it."
"Thanks,”Taking the notebook, I quickly stuffed the pink notebook, a bright eyesore in my leather book bag, which still reeked of tanned flesh. Within the bag, I saw a glimps of my own distorted reflection from the alluminum thermos, causing me to shift my fingers through my hair in an attempt to tame it. ”Do I look fine?"
Puzzled by my question, Anja simply nodded. "Aside from the hair, you look like a dead eyed fish... have you slept well?"
For the past month I've slept long hours in the night, going so far to ignore the various assignments for class, and rushing to complete them in the early hours of the morning and in between classes. No matter how long I slept, I kept waking worse each day.
"Nope," I answered, shrugging off the urge to sleep once again. Anja gave a look of concern over my problem, though she knew she could do nothing to help me.
"You going to see Dr. Patterson about it?" For almost a month, I have been consulting with a private psychologist on my own time, in between home and classwork. The hospital assigned me to him once a week, and his services have not helped... at least not yet.
"Most likely... I'm skipping Earth Science, make sure to get Pete to take notes," I answer quickly, picking my bag from under the table and sluggishly making my way to the door.
“Hey, make sure to fix that hair of yours before leaving.”
Taking Anja's advice, I step out the classroom, weaving through the crowded hallway. It was the 'Noon Rush', as Anja called it, a time where most of the science classes let out, causing the hungry students to zerg rush out to get something to eat. It was bad planning on the colleges part, though minor enough to be overlooked.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I quickly enter the mens bathroom. “Ahh... Never gets any easier...”
Heading to the mirror, I cringe at the brutal reflection. Strands of black hair were sticking out from the left side of my head, pointing in various directions, however, it looked tamed compared to my face. My eyes, dark brown in color, were awkwardly accompanied by dark circles and bags underneath them. I was a wreck. Quickly turning on the sink, I wash my face with the hopes of clearing off the dark circles, though it proved a wasted effort.
Giving up after two minutes, I dry myself off with paper towels and exit, making haste to the bus stop. My appointment was more urgent than my appearance.
***
Staring at his notes from my previous sessions, Dr. Patterson quickly glanced at me, already familiar with my terrifying appearance, and then returned to his notes, scribbling something down and then scratching the back of his hair, which was too confused to decide to stay black or white. Deciding he wrote enough notes so far, he returned the slender blue pen in the left pocket of his white long sleeve shirt, raised the yellow notepad up and began to review its contents before starting the session.
The office was quiet, giving me slight discomfort. Looking to distract myself, I stare at Dr. Patterson's desk, looking at the day calender behind him. Friday, 26 June, 1988. 'The calender's 4 days behind schedule. He must have forgotten.'
Sensing this, Dr. Patterson put the notepad down, focusing his attention on him, "Have you experienced any hallucinations of sorts?"
"N... Not that I can tell." Once again, Patterson looked into my eyes and gave a brief sigh, reviewing the notepad on his lap.
"From your symptoms, you have the tell tale signs of sleep deprivation... However, you claim that you sleep for hours. You say there is no outside disturbance that you cannot recall, like a car alarm of a dog barking?”
“I've sound proofed my room really well, so I don't believe I'd be disturbed unless an explosion occured.” Dr. Patterson smiled at my comment, then returned to his calm and thoughtful mask.
“Now, with your sleep patterns, you should be well and healthy... Even your medical doctor has assured me this... I do believe something else is the problem."
“Something... else,” the mere thought of the possibilities made me nervous. Would I be given a new treatment? Given a new pescription? The thought made me sick, but I was left with little options. I had not choice but to steel myself for whatever Dr. Patterson would suggest.
"I propose a quick hypnotherapy session for the duration of the hour. I am confident that it will yield some insight on what ails you." Grabbing his notepad and clicking his pen, Dr. Patterson looked my way, ready to take notes on my behavior, "Using the breathing technique we learned last week, I want you to lay back and close your eyes. We'll enter the hypnosis shortly."
Doing as he said, I rested my head on the shoulders of the therapist couch, slowing taking in a lungfull of air through my nose, and expelling it out through my mouth. Repeating the exercise several times, I shut my eyes and relaxed. I carefully listened to Dr. Patterson for the first few minutes, his words slowly drifting further away from my ears, only my drumming heart was all I could hear. Moments later, even my own heartbeat was silenced, quieted by the voidless darkness.
***
Entering the same barren dream as before, greeted by the darkness of the endless void, my own mind became conscious of it's surroundings, much quicker than other times. My battle with the subconscious did not occur, and unlike the times before, I stood firmly planted on the dark ground rather than hovering. It was the same blinding darkness, yet it was completely alien to me.
Taking my first few shaky steps, I blindly walked toward the unknown, my hands reaching out in front of me for guidance. My bare footsteps were all I could hear in the darkness, causing some discomfort within me. I walked for a short while, eager to reach the end of this place. It then dawned on me, that there might not be an end to the walking. The thought sent panic throughout my mind, and I soon realized that my pacing had turned to a maddening sprint.
Running at top speed, I slammed head first onto something dense, staggering back and collapsing onto the ground with pained confusion on my face. I had crashed onto a wall, getting up quickly and hugged onto it's smoothed surface. I laughed awkwardly, knowing I had befriended an inanimate object in this dark place.
Feeling the surface, my right hand felt a strange and rough shape sticking out of the wall, and I began to feel the thing with my own fingers. The texture was smooth, cleanly cut like a diamond gem stone. Familiar at the touch, I grabbed ahold of the stone, fearing that I would lose it if I let go. The darkness still caused me great discomfort, yet the wall and my diamond shaped friend had given me time to calm myself down to think. “I need a light. Gotta get outta here.”
Responding to my words, the diamond shape began to glow underneath my hand. It pulsed with a neon green light, causing me to let go in fright. Moments later, another diamond, a few paces beside the first, began to glow with the same radiance... then another... and another. As more lights turned on, I began to notice the first neon diamond dimming, returning to its dormant state. The lights were acting as a guide, and I did not want to return to the dark so soon. I hastily chased after the lights, fleeing the darkness behind. More lights turned on, yet the darkness kept chasing after me, eager to grab me in its discomforting grip.
Ahead of me, a single light turned on, and no other followed as I caught up to it. I looked back at the oncoming darkness, and as the last of the lights behind me dimmed, I huddled close to the only glowing crystal remaining, cowering in its safety before I noticed a dull glow beside it. Looking at the weak light source, I gazed upon a massive door, big enough for a giant, pulsed a dim neon glow. In reacting to my sight, the last crystal light began to dim, nearly turning off completely. Frightened by the darkness, I made my way to the door, placing my hands on its surface. Reacting to my touch, the doors surface began to glow brighter, shining the same iridescent light I had come to love along its tall length, giving greater detail to the strange drawings and heiroglyphs on its surface.
I was awestruck at the sight. The glyphs, not egyptian in origin, were like nothing I had ever seen, and yet, the depictions seemed familiar. Some of the strange images resembled equations and formulas I could recognise, and the rest were strange texts and images, all which seemed to be contained within the glowing contours of the lights. The sight of the glyphs were a marvel, a splendid jewel of knowledge.
Despite all the wonder, a single glyph caught my attention. A round circle, wild with snake like mouths wrapping around the circumference, held a crude star with a horizontal ring containing an ember, resembling an eye of sorts. This symbol, glowing with the same neon color as the other glyphs, had seemingly called out to me, and without thought, I had unknowingly extended my left hand onto it's surface.
A loud thud echoed before me, and moments later, the heavy doors began to move, causing a brighter light to peek out from the opening. The wider the door opened, the more light it released, bathing me in its radiance. I slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness, moving deeper into the well illuminated room, too large for a human. The walls were lined with the same glowing crystals, although this time a bright yellow than green, similar to the sun in color.
What captivated me was not the spacious room, the crystals, or the glyphs lining the walls, but the massive figure at the end, sitting down on a throne of the same crystalline material. White hair resembling pure snow, skin the color and firmness of ivory, and long lashes with hints of cobalt eye shadow enveloped my perception, entrancing me in it's beauty. I believed the beautiful statue to be bare of clothing, though, examing a bit closer, I noticed the slight scales of clothing of the same pallet as the stone. This giant statue, free of any flaws or cracks, could have been easily mistaken as living.
As I stood awe struck, the doors behind me closed, causing me to jerk and look back onto the massive doors, shutting me in.
“No no no!” Reaching out to the door, searching for a handle to pull and found none, I desperately attempted to push open the stone doors, exceedingly heavy for my own strength. Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the room, in a guttural language I could not recognise; however, deep within my mind, I felt the words invade into my psyche, instantly translating to a form I would understand.
'I welcome thee... Child of thine..'
Stiffened for a moment, I slowly twisted my head back towards the statue, whose eyes were open, revealing sapphire eyes that pierced through me. Watching the statue more closely, I realized that the figure I believed to be inanimate, was heaving her chest in motion, too slow and quiet to have been noticed earlier; this massive statue was alive and breathing.
Once again, the same alien language echoed throughout the room, translating its context into words I could understand, causing me to shiver and cower.
'Long hath I called and finally recieve answer. I sense the enemy of our father approaching, he who is madness with many forms. His scheme remains masked, but I knoweth the terror he wields.'
With a quick and stunning moment, visions entered my mind, flooding my psyche with terrible things I could not explain. An amorphous creature, littered with tentacles, appeared in my thoughts, it's long appendages weilding muscular membrane with eviscerating teeth attached at its length, repeatedly twitching and eager for something to chew. Shortly after, the form began to shift, wrapping its appendages like snake couls, twitching and molding itself into a grotesque anthropod... and finally, it completed itself into the shape of a man, dark in skin, nine foot tall and similar in shape as to what I could only describe as pharaoh like, the being stood in mental thought, cackling a gurgling laugh before the voice took the form of a laughing man.
The projection continued, and I bared witness to the many thousands of shapes it took, rotting my mind with dread and unimaginable fear, causing me to jerk and convulse in terror and madness.
'Our father, and the Elder Beings, combat the destroyers in other worlds, leaving their legacy onto me. Thou prooveth to be gifted, and hath been chosen to be thy vessel of knowledge, and in time, thy knowledge passed onto thee shall be revealed to the destined holder. Young Dreamwalker, seeketh the holder, lest we perish in ancient terror.'
***
The first fifteen minutes of the session went by without a problem. Will Augustine seemed to have grown calmer than he had been, answering each question I asked in succession. As more time passed, the answers slowed, and eventually ceased. Will had gone to sleep during the session, oblivious to my own protests.
Not a single patient had ever gone to sleep, though, knowing he had not slept well in some time, I did not bother to wake him up. He laid there, quietly breathing for five minutes, and I took the time to look at the clock. Only fifteen minutes left before the session was over, and though I had no other patients today, and had no objections in letting Mr. Augustine rest for another hour or two, the question on my mind was the extra fee. Thinking about it a bit longer, and watching his calm expression, I heaved a sigh and decided against it.
“At least your finally sleeping kid,” I answered, getting up from my chair and went to open the window. The summer wind was pleasantly cool, and I reached for a carton of cigarettes when a scream echoed throughout the room.
Dropping the box and turning to Will's direction, whose form contorted in pained motions, eyes rolled back as he howled. The sight stunned me, only the sound of strained cracking of bones snapped me back into reality. I hurried to his side, pushing my weight on him to keep him from damaging his spine.
“Mr. Augustine, when I count down from ten, you will wake up from the therapy.” I did not know if my voice reached out to him in whatever dream he was in, but I had little choice but to begin the count.
“Ten... nine... eight...” A strong stench of ammonia filled my nostrils, immediately identifying it as urine. Will's throat began to gurgle, bile rising from his throat, spewing out onto the right sleeve of my shirt. Cringing at the sight, I kept counting at a steady pace, all the while holding Will down. “Three... Two... One!”
Ceasing all movement, Will collapsed back onto the couch, his head tilted to the side as the remaining bile exited his mouth, giving him a chance to breathe. Will's eyes, stricken with tears, returned to its normal place, though they did not move, react, nor blink; he simply stared out onto nothing, unaware of his surroundings and petrified with ghastly terror. Only the sound of pained breathing could be heard in the office, muffled by the putrid green and brown substance pooling around his chin and neck.