“O-ok. So-so you put these elements - the elements of disaster. And - and you put…umm…some sort of weapon into its inside to create catastrophe - uh - yah. And - and - and, then you realize that - that something out there, is killing you. YOU rage. Then you settle to the bottom of the ocean and start to ponder how much the world has changed. No wait - wait…you would then place a bottle of wine into the loopholes of transparency and indulge in the stresses of society; brilliant - oh so brilliant.” He dazed into space for a second and then eyed at me. Gave a little wink and started staring at the ground.
“OH. So you meant that aliens are your friends and people are your nemesis?” I asked absent-mindly. Time’s running out. We have to hurry.
“Nemesis? Oh you meant the bomb that set on fire and went blasting over the oceans of the world and drinking off the mountain waters of society? Oh - oh that! And - and, umm…aliens? You meant those figurines with two eyes and a nose…and - oh, they look like you…? Heh?” He gave a sick smile.
I did not have time to think. I had to continue and I’ll just ignore his sick gestures. “Alright. So dust bins have wings and coke float’s poison?” I stared at the nearby window and looked back at him before he realized something was a miss.
“Dust bins…they bite. I mean - mean…they tend to kill people when you place your hands into them. ARGH ARGH ARGH! The sounds they make. And then they tend to engulf your heads into mine fields filled with coke floats - coke floats that are poison.” He laughed loudly and started hitting the side of the table.
“Ah- alright…” I narrowed my eyes towards the same window and mouthed certain words towards Seth who was almost agitated. I mouthed an “okay” immediately and stared back into Jacob’s direction. “So…hmmm…you were saying that there was a secret chamber in your attic, right?” I finally asked the question after getting comfortable with him. “Like…you have a basement and an attic. And you said that just between the both levels - there’s a secret pathway to eh…space?” I had to deceive him, a little.
“Well - well…umm…space? YA. Space. It - it teleports you to space and then swallows you up and vomits you into the vacuum air and…eh…oh…ladder. You have to climb the - eh…ladder there. First. Yep.” I was relieved! He finally talked about the ladder.
“Yes. Yes. The ladder. Where’s that?” I got rather anxious and just shot out my question.
“Umm…left side…cabinet…switch…opens.” He fumbled a little and went back rambling about how outer space was filled with worms.
“Ah…okay.” I slowly dragged off my seat and went towards the direction where the switch was. Seth was at the other end, waiting for me to activate the button so that we could escape from this mad house.
James claimed that he liked me and thus, I was trapped with him for the past 28 days. And then one day I saw him activating the ladder from the cage that was behind him. The thing was that…he holds a shotgun. And it’s freaking scary. So, after getting closer to him, I realized that he could be tricked when I divert my conversations into weird topics such as…well…aliens.
Slowly, I walked behind his rocking chair and the shrieking noises freaked the hell out of me. But I had to bear with it. Just ten more steps and Seth would be able to escape. And of course - pull me out.
Seth oh seth…the warrior that rescued me from the war that was happening and then running deep down the mines and finding a perfect-looking house only to find that there was a mad man living inside…I shook my head a little to get back into where I was; I must not let my mind wander.
Without pondering much, I pressed the button and the ladder, indeed came down. I eyed the window yet again and I saw Seth climbing upwards into the rooftop so he could use the ropes that he had made over the last 28 days to bash through the glass window that was just above us.
I waited. Butterflies built. Jacob was still rocking his chair and staring into outer space; small grins could be seen but such a sick look just made me wanna get out of here immediately.
AND, just as expected, Seth bashed through the window from the above and my face brightened up. I eyed at Jacob who eyed at me and smiled.
“WOOOOO! THIS IS FUN!” Suddenly, a shout from Seth could be heard. “I have never expected to have a Mission Impossible plot in our house! WOO! Look at this rope - JACOB! HAH! Oh - look who’s this fool who had been playing with us. HAHA! FUN! FUN! It’s REALLY REALLY FUN! Ja-jacob?” He smiled at Jacob. I was stunned.
“OH JA-UH…” His eyes suddenly opened widely and…blood flowed down his mouth.
Jacob pulled out the knife that he had stabbed into the chest of Seth and came walking towards me. “Don’t fool me. Stupid spies.” Jacob replied sternly - he has never spoken without stumbling…ever. I was still shocked. And confused.
“Hah…tryin’ to get out secrets from here just because you guys think I’m mad. It’s stupid. But it’s exhilarating. I love this game. And Tess, you are next, my dear girl. The last 28 days was rather exhausting. I mean…acting mad and not being able to finger your lips. It sucks. And I feel absolutely sorry for myself.” He laughed.
“What the…” I finally spoke.
“Well then…let the game - BEGIN!” He shouted.
It turned dark.
And all I could hear…was his laughter.
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Novels are what I seek to publish; being educated through textbooks was what I have been brainwashed to do; poems reflect what my soul desires.
Quotes are created when reality rings a bell in my head; I speak what I speak.