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Preach: Fiction: The Gentleman. |
Posted by
Dolorosa on Saturday, June 11, 2005 - 01:27 AM PST
The room was small, bare bricked and void of any decoration. The fact that the windows were boarded added a certain senseof sublime bleakness to to it, and the single naked bulb burning furiously was a testament to a lost cause. In this room, the darkness was a palpable as flesh...and less vulnerable. Two men were in the room...or at least, one man in poor health, and one man who could barely be called human.
The battered man was sitting in a metal chair, his arms and feet anchored to it by felt lined cuffs. His head was held back by a metal strap, and revealed his pale and bruised face to be that of a middle aged man, with sallow greasy skin, hollow, frightened eyes and an ignoble nose. His name wasn't important...all that needed to be known was that he had something in his head that someone else wanted, badly. He was slightly overweight, and sweated copiously...the biological stench of humanity filled the small unhallowed room with a rank miasma of fear and grim anticipation.
The other man was a stark contrast to the poor soul in the chair. He was immaculate. Dressed in a black and white three piece suit, cleanly shaven with a brand new haircut. He was perfect, and emotionless. His face would have been pleasant...slightly round, with a strong jawline and proud roman nose. His hair was dark brown and framed his lightly tanned skin quite well. He was very fit, and moved with a confident, almost insect-like mechanical perfection. He would have been handsome, if not for his eyes. They were strange things, of a mundane hazel color...but empty, absolutley empty. In his eyes, which were slightly almond shaped and attractively large, there was not the slightest hint of anything...they were Neitzche's Abyss, they were Oblivion and the end of the River Styx. The Gentleman would have been less a monster is some hideous beast lurked within his eyes...instead, in him, there was nothing, nothing save for effecient, skilled functionality.
He stared at the man in the chair for some time, dispassionately regarding his associate. After a few moments, he pulled out an ornate gold pocket watch, checked the time and then moved to the small table beside the man, on which laid his black suitcase.
The man in the chair heard the ruffling, and the snap of latex on skin, his heart rate elevated. After a few moments the man came back to stand in front of him, and in his hands he carried a simple roll of duct tape. Without so much as a blink, he calmly placed a generous strip of the tape over the other's man mouth, taking care to leave his nostrils open and clear. Confusion and misunderstanding swarmed over the bound man's eyes. The Gentleman indulged his unformed clay as a matter of politeness more than anything else. When he spoke, his voice was like a recording...understandable, but absolutely without feeling.
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Re: Fiction: The Gentleman.
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on Jun 11, 2005 - 08:18 AM
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Ooooooh.... I am so glad to see this one get posted! It's just as good as it was the first time I read it, years ago. I say the same things I said then: Dolo, you are without a doubt the most brilliant psychopathic writer since Stephen King. You have just the right touch when it comes to describing the most gory and disgusting scenes.
I would like a bit more insight on just what The Gentleman is up to, however. As the work is now, there is very vivid scenery, but that's all it really is. A scene. Put a story around it, and you'll really have something, there.
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Re: Fiction: The Gentleman.
by Dolorosa (SixOfSwords@IU.zzn.com)
on Aug 09, 2005 - 05:06 AM
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You know, this isn't one of my better pieces, unfortunately...I could have done so much more with this...ah, no time for regrets...thats what erasers and brainwashings are for!
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