Ketamine 3 - Into the Blue

Riveted in their visages were eyes not like fire; they were fire. Small, deep-red flames protruded inconsistently from their ocular sockets, emitting a burning ember now and then. A skin of cerulean blue, rough with life, graced their tall, sinewy figures. Their very posture and appearance gave a feeling of importance and authority. Unclothed and genderless, there was a familiar look to their bodies. Each with his own grim, stern countenance, they straightened their backs and drew fourteen lungs full of the olive haze constituting my conscious mind. There was something about the one ejecting himself from the formation of the remaining group, the one who turned the world with a word, which gave intuition of his representative nature. He would expose the intentions of the group. Suddenly, a ubiquitous crouch overtook all their postures. They advanced upon my person with calculated movements, four each took hold of an arm or leg, and a fifth kept my head from movement. Too petrified to resist, I watched in horrid fascination as their leader poured into me his molten glare. The two remaining figures were kneeling on either side of him, arranging small stones in a circle and offering inaudible chants to an unknown god. As the last of the stones were placed, the lot of nearly ten levitated from the ground, and proceeded to emit an eerie blue light as they formed whirling patterns like that of a two-dimensional cyclone. Closer and closer they drew to one another, growing brighter as they did. Finally, they reached a true center. A gaping blue hole opened in front of me, audibly and visibly taking in great quantities of air. At once, my angels of violence released me, and I was encapsulated by a drawing force into the glowing chute of nothing. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 03:53 PM PST   0 • 10