Friday, October 2, 2015

Chimera: Class of 666 | 1.3.1 | Part One "Waking Up" | Chapter Three "The Iron Gauntlet"

Story: Chimera: Class of 666
Part: One "Waking Up"
Chapter: Three "The Iron Gauntlet"
Authored by: 
Hannah Nyland (The Irreverent Revenant
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Chimera: Class of 666
By Hannah Nyland and Jerad Sayler



 “It's hard to remember dreams,” he started again, ‘”they are amorphous and wispy things. But my memory of this will always stay with me. No one ever forgets their awakening, It shatters you, it completes you and pierces you in ways you never could have imagined. Even that astral glimpse of the Supernal Truth marks the soul and shocks the mind to its foundation. You will never forget yours either. But up until that though my memory may be a bit off.”
 “I had a dream in which I woke up, lying in bed at my grandparent’s in the middle of the night. Kind of a trip since that is right where I had gone to sleep.  The room was dark but I could see pretty well from the light filtering in from the streetlights near the small basement window. Then I heard this clacking sound. Then more. It reminded me of those toys where you wind up those teeth with blood red gums and little feet that chatter all over the place. Chattery Teeth. I will dread this sound until the day I die.”
“The door to the room slowly opened. These things came into the room and surrounded the bed. The bottom dropped out of my stomach, I was so scared I couldn’t move.  Paralyzed. Somehow I knew they were once people. Short hobbling forms crouched over as if they couldn't straighten their legs all the way. They wore white strait jackets and their arms were crossed and tied, their legs had restraint chains keeping them closer together too. The white jackets were stained with blood and darker things at the seams; they were sown into the flesh with knotted black cord. And their faces... god I will never forget those horrid visages of pain, torment, and despair. Dark gray dead flesh, pulled back so tightlythat the eyes and features all dissolved into taunt lines to where they joined a thick glass jar jutting out of the backs of their heads... The jars glowed with a faint corpselight through the glass. No face, no eyes, just a lipless mouth of reddish gums and human teeth, perpetually chattering together as if in so much strain, insanity and pain that they couldn't stop. Maybe their teeth were their only freedom.  I hate thinking about them.”
“You could feel sorry for them if they weren't so horrible... and I knew they wanted to hurt me just as bad.  To lash out and hurt like they were hurting.  They were people once put death and pain changed them. The Chatterers, that is what we called them. We all saw them in our dreams that night, but that wasn't the worst of it.”
“Because then the Man came in. A tall bald man in a black leathery business suit also sown into his flesh tightly at the seams. His head was the same gray as the chatterers but smooth. His eyelids gone, his mouth a perpetual smile of yellowing teeth, no ears. The Gentleman, we now call him, back then he was just The Man. He never said a single word to us, just smiled. His eyes were not smiling, they burned with yellow hate and his mouth was strained.”
 “He glided across the floor to my bedside, floating inches above the ground on pointed toes, producing a scalpel from his sleeve. Words did not need to be exchanged. I found I could move, survival instinct overtaking paralyzing fear. I dove out of bed for the door. The creatures got in my way, but with their hands bound they could only body check me and snap those powerful jaws at my flailing limbs. I struggled through them and through the door, it was so close.  I was really surprised I had made it out of that room.”
Jack shakes his head and blinks his eyes a few times. “Don’t worry, we got him too. He’s toast. And all those kids who killed themselves had been his doing, they had been turned into those Chatterers. Their souls had been stolen in their dreams before the Gentleman forced their bodies to self-terminate. They had been trapped in his service until we burned them all down. It was a long ordeal.  Remind me to tell you about how we survived that thing.  It was a lot of Beulah’s darker history dredged up.  I want to focus on my epiphany that opened up the world of magic to me.”
 “Sounds good,” I said.  I nodded empathetically, happy to move to a less terrifying topic.
“I don't remember much but running after that. I remember the others being with me but I am not clear on that.  Running with me and freaking out, running from the same boogeyman. Things were really fuzzy in our conjoined dreams, and the lack of internal consistency makes it harder to remember.  We were each running together but apparently we were headed to different places. I think maybe that is why that part of my awakening to magic seems so incongruous.”
“We tore through the cold winter night in empty dark cold Beulah streets. Barely any light, absolutely no people, no sound but our feet and yells. It was our first taste of the the Temenic realm of the despair of our hometown on the astral plane. It’s okay, this story requires too much metaphysical explanation to get into right now. Let’s just call it a collective dream of Beulah shared by its past and present residents. I've long since trod through that place many times, looking for things that I may have left there. The realm was in perpetual winter, always empty, biting cold and silence. Falling snow, no wind, utter loneliness. We split up, or I got lost... or the others were never running with me in the first place. We each had our own road as I said, and I was separated from the bunch.”
“I remember finding a cold path through ditches full of snow. I thought I was heading to the Eagle's Club near grandpa mayor’s office,” He chuckles, amused by his other grandfather. “But things just got darker and more unfamiliar. They seemed to stretch out into the infinite and I could go no further because I was impossibly far away and also unfathomably close to my destination. I blinked and found myself in total darkness. I thought I had gone blind. I couldn't feel my body. Completely detached, it was a horrible feeling. Complete sensory deprivation, even my concept of how long I was in that state failed me.  I think I floated, maybe I didn't go anywhere, how would I know? Vertigo. Blackness. I was nowhere and suddenly this wasn't a dream anymore.  Couldn’t be.  it was too vivid and yet I felt nothing. A nothingness so complete it hurt.”
“Then a provocative and warm light appeared. An orb dangling at eye level.  I drew close to it or it drew close to me. Then the bowling ball sized sphere or light lifted to show the face of my demon guide. Rather than going all Lovecraften on you and saying shit like: it was so scary I lost my mind and I can't even describe it to you.  I will actually try, no promises though. Ever seen the movie the Relic? Think that thing with teeth as long as a door and a mouth twice as wide. A wall of needle teeth fills this things head. Add to that aspects of an angular fish, a dragon, and maybe a horned warthog and some gecko for good measure. Add to that an impossible intelligence of something that has always been and bone-crushing levels of menace. Now take that to the 29th power… that barely describes my first Pandemonian demon in the actual abode of demons. And it was happy to see me in the worst possible way. I will never forget what it said to me either: “You who left the path that does not stray, welcome to hell. The longer you stay the more you shall learn. WELCOME TO HELLLLLL….” it dragged out that last bit impossibly slow. Its voice was like the grating of the entire earth. It shook my body, well I didn't really have a body, I had a mind form I think.  It shook me down to the core, mind and soul complete.”
“Then the 'lights' came up and I could appraise my surroundings. I was in a forest of gnarled trees that looked like they may have been people at some point. Demonic monkeys swung through the air and tore at the people-trees. The broken branches bled and the gnarled visages of men and women told the story of their torment unending. But we were only at the edge and there was so much more to see. There was an iron labyrinth beyond the edge of this horrid suicide forest. The demon slashed at my flank with its whip-like tongue and drove me to the gates of hell.”
 “This first march was so hard. The voracious slave-driver. The endless run to the gates of Hell. I wouldn't be lying if I said it was a million miles and also just a single thought away. I wouldn't be lying if I said it took forever to get there, how the way you experience something drives your perception of time. Lesson one, matter and distance have no meaning in Pandemonium. There is only will and the mind... and the true terrors that lie within yourself. Also you find out how much of a horrible person you have been. All of it. Pandemonium is the realm of the True Goetic Demons, built from every nightmare image locked in the human heart. I have felt the bell’s chime in the darkness, the combined horrors of all mankind’s imagination and so much more.  They are the darkness that lies in the human heart found sublime perfection.”
This rattles me pretty good, knowing what happened in class was some kind of elaborate mystery play where the demons were apparently finding expression within the actors in it, all the lies people I knew told.  Only they weren’t really lies, just horrible truths.  So that was why.  


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