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But the darkness could not engulf him, because something else has outrun it. My cells are already infected; I am dying anyways, Dannie thought, kicked around the bag to see if the rooster had died once again. Nothing moved so he heeled, grabbed it and feeling disgust put it back on his shoulder.

In a few minutes he was so close to the dark spot under the bridge that he was able to outline silhouettes down there. The darkness became grey and revealed a few things living in its depth – in the left upper corner Dannie saw what he came for. He knew that, despite the fact that it appeared to be just a swelling of the ground. Perhaps it was his sick cells that told him that the +#MyDeepThoughts™ swelling is alive; but he felt it – the shapeless mass of living flesh with its own glow. In the right corner of the darkness under the bridge, Dannie was able to see old rusty rails that suddenly recalled memories of old ghostly trains, of times that had inevitably passed, of souls taken long ago. Near the rails he saw a heap of items – someone’s home – ripped blanket, ragged papers, torn hopes.

Some unexplainable hatred seized Danny right there, in that precise moment. His inner self quickly filled with detestation for these human remnants that come to rot there, in darkness and stench. They were scattering the thing that the disease was depriving Dannie of – the life. They were committing merciless suicides, slowly and painfully, one disgraceful fall filled with humiliation, suffering and hopeless days. At what a disgusting place he had come! That was the place where the fallen human spirit hides to die. “It is deep there”, Polski had told him, eating a lamb meal with blueberry sauce, having his cooking apron over his shoulder. His round eyes had become cold and purple as the jam in his dish. Kora and Terra looked at Dannie over the table well laden with Polski’s delicious meals. That was the first time when the four of them found themselves in that strange and sticky place – each one sitting motionless round the beautiful table, illuminated by the mild rays of the glass ornate chandelier. They looked just like a theatrical scene – frozen and brightly illuminated. “It is deep there”, Polski had said. By that moment the silence surrounded them like a thick fog. The four of them became unreal. Dannie looked at his hands holding fork and knife – his fingers had become thinner and longer, his wrists shrunk, while his forearms stretched and revealed his dry veins. His bite frozen in his mouth, half chewed. Terra had suddenly distanced away from them and he could only see a small figure, and when he looked at Kora Dannie saw a statue of white marble – stiff and stark creature – a doll. Dannie was afraid to look at Polski because deep inside he knew that there is a monster sitting in his chair – a monster that had overcome and absorbed the human.

Something moved in the darkness and forced him to come back in the City forest – under the bridge. That feeling of rage embraced him again and foam started gurgling somewhere deep in his throat. Perhaps it was because of his fear, perhaps it was his disease, or it was his own temper. He would not know. Not yet. With the corner of his eyes he saw up there, above the trees roots high on, a sinister black crack that was tearing the bright blue sky apart. The beginning of the end.

“I am looking for Emma”, Dannie shouted as loud as he could. As he shouted and the tension in his veins disappeared as he had allowed the steam from the teapot to go off. “EMMA!”

There was no echo. His shout was absorbed by the darkness. Just for a second it became even darker and then suddenly everything became visible. Dannie hold his eyes shut and in order to made himself calmer he stared at the orange triangles that started dancing under his eyelids. He was not afraid anymore.

“Who sends you?”, a harsh voice came from the black swelling in the upper left corner. The swelling moved as a piece of cloth had been removed – as the swelling removed its black coat.

“Polski” answered Dannie without having time to think it over. Let her know. For a second he recalled Polski smoking curved joint and staring at him with those sparkling vigorous eyes. His best friend who came up with that odd secret pulled right out of the short sleeves of his chequered shirt.

The swelling turned into a silhouette – she was tall, thin, all in black. Dannie felt his blood freezing in his veins, it stopped it vital function of bringing life to his cells. And then it all was once again working. He was once again that strong man and his power along with his hatred for life filled his body again.

The woman slid as if she had no feet but wheels rolling in steel rails.

“Polski told me you can help me”, said Danni sharp.

She was approximately 30 years old, really tall; her light hair was braided to a thin plait that was twisting brick like a snake around her body. She was dressed in some black piece of cloth that did not allowed him to see her body curves – Dannie could only see her white thin neck covered in blue marks, her hands and mild ears with no earrings. Her thin fingers tried to reach him but he pushed her arm away.

“Don’t be scared.” Emma told him and smiled. Her eyes were covered in somehow in dark shadows and that was making him quite confused.

Dannie smirked. He opened his bag and found the bloody package with the fucking rooster legs.

“Here”, he said and gave the package to the dark woman. “Isn’t this what you need?”

She nodded and her palm refused to receive the packed legs.

“Not like this. First you have to introduce yourself.”

“Introduce myself? I don’t see point in doing that.”, he said repulsed by the thought of communicating with the weirdo. To introduce… To that poor miserable creature and to get acquainted with its depressing story of how it ended up in here? No, thanks.

It seemed to him that she was watching him but Dannie could not be sure as her eyes were hidden by that shadows that would not go away even in light. The woman had absolutely no appearance.

“Take it” Dannie said quietly and pushed the legs in her hands once again. She did not take them and crawled imperceptibly backwards.

“What’s your name?” she asked him and Dannie noticed her voice was changing and now it was strange and mechanical… and male.

“Dannie” he answered and nervously looked around. The City forest was still there, upside down, rotted in the sky, staring at the soil. A blow of cold fresh air intensified the feeling of stagnant and the smell of rotten.

For a moment the bridge Dannie was standing under resembled him some useless ridicules relic, something unreal and at the same time familiar – as in the rocket cemetery – part of well-known machinery placed in a strange planet with long forgotten meaning.

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вторник, 16 юли 2013 г.

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