Thursday, January 24, 2013

Once In A Blue Moon

"Why do I get the feeling that you're lying?"
"And why do I find it shocking that you have feelings?"
"Touché. The way I was abruptly jerked from my peaceful abode and rushed here makes me think that my presence was urgently needed. It was almost as if it was a matter of life and death. Now the Feds are involved - that narrows down the list of possible crimes, doesn't it? I doubt if I was pulled in for a terrorist bombing. It's not really my specialty. No, I'm going to take a wild guess and say, ohhh, abduction. Still, there must be a reason why you chose me, why I was selected. And that's the easiest one of all."
"I'm on pins and needles."
"Tomorrow night is a blue moon. And that leaves us with one conclusion - there's somebody else out there, somebody like me."
"I'm impressed."
"And you want my help?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, as they say, hell will freeze first."
"Well, I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I'll make sure that they take you back to your...peaceful abode."
"You have a lust for power. So be powerful - save the girl."
"Careful, Agent. Emotions cloud your eyes - they make you vulnerable, they make you..."
"You're a puzzle to me. Your passion makes me think that there's more to you than meets the eye."
"I want to find her."
"I want something too - the truth."
"About what?"
"I think you know. For twenty years, I've obsessed about my capture - I've read every piece of paper, every file, every document. During those twenty years, I found nothing about an anonymous informant."
"Well, that is the key word - anonymous."
"It must be somebody who knew me - somebody who studied me like I study me. You seem to know me well."
"I read your file."
"Oh, you know more about me than is in my file. You know who I really am. And that makes me wonder who you really are."
"He'll hold her until the moon is full."
"Until midnight. I already knew that."
"Actually, you already know everything. You have all the answers. You just won't do what you need to do."
"Help me."
"Why did I cut the eyes out of the dolls?"
"To make yourself invisible."
"Why open the curtains?"
"To feel the moonlight on your body."
"Why did he do it?"
"The same reason."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know!"
"Where is she?"
"I don't know!"
"Come on, Prodigy. Do what you need to do. You have all the answers you needed to find her - I left them for you last time, he left them for you this time. Get inside his head. Get inside my head."
"Where is she?"
"I don't know."
"You know, you never asked me what I wanted - what I needed - to help you."
"Oh really? What do you need?"
"Take me to the crime scene. Take me to her bedroom."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because I can feel it. Because I can do what you won't do - become him."
"Can you smell it? Death. It's amazing how little girls' rooms are the same wherever you go."
"Tell me where she is."
"You know, I can't do my best work under these conditions. If you set me free, well, then I'll set you free."
"You so much as sneeze, I end this."
"If you close your eyes, you can almost hear the sounds of her muffled cries. She's sleeping as he cracks the door and slips inside. She has a summer cold. Her breathing is heavier than normal. He likes that."
"And then?"
"He notices the eyes. He can't leave witnesses. He sits on the bed. He watches her. Oh, he can smell the soft scent of sweet powder. And what is that, shampoo?"
"Then what?"
"You tell me."
"What does he do next?"
"He wants to scream because it feels so good, so right."
"He takes her down the hallway, doesn't he?"
"Past her parents' bedroom. He pauses. They're asleep. They look so innocent. So unaware."
"Where does he take her next?"
"I don't know."
"Feel it. The moon is full. It's almost midnight."
"Look, I took you where you wanted to go - now tell me where she is."
"It must be frustrating to be so close and yet so far."
"Tell me where she is. Tell me!"
"Follow the clues. Do what you have to do."
"I don't know, now tell me where she is."
"It's so obvious."
"Why can't I figure it out? Why doesn't it make any sense?"
"Because it's all a lie! There's no rhyme or reason to any of this! There's no midnights, no blue moons rising. It's all meaningless! The truth is, I killed them because I wanted to! I like it! Now it's time for me to see her. I expected a much more worthy adversary, Prodigy. Goodbye. It's time for the monster to leave now."


I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.

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I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.

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