Chapter #4Story 06 - Mother of God by: Unknown Mother of God
The following is not meant as a confession. My guilt has been determined long before I write this now. But had I ever been giving a chance to tell my side of the story I suppose this as a good of a way to do it than any. That is all I want now, to tell my side of it. I do not expect forgiveness as I myself shall not receive any in kind. I am writing this now to tell you only how cruel of a world it shall be when she is finally finished with myself. For once I am gone, her attention will turn to everyone and everything else and that, will be the end of days. As this is not no mere woman that comes my way now, no. This is a monster, a monster of my own making. But I only brought the ugliness within her to the surface. As beneath that now maddening look across her face is something so cold, it has no place in words.
As I type, my hand is steady and despite all this I am not afraid. I welcome the end that comes. This dishevelled room I am currently waiting my final few hours out in is my monastery. It’s shadowed cloak of darkness womblike. It is an undisclosed location, likely military, but I can not be sure. I can not be sure of much anymore, chained to a radiator in some sort of a makeshift office writing on some officials desktop. More secure holdings could likely not be found at this time. From the abundance of dust falling from the ceiling I can tell I’m underground, which is probably the safest place one can be. Every quake, every falling of loose cement that comes from the surface above, she draws closer. I can hear the panicking of military boots outside the door, preparing for my hand-off no doubt, I am her prize. The only thing she wants now, me to be severed up to her like a meal.
I squint at shapes of men that pass swiftly in frosted glass. The doors sole light painful to my eyes, but it keeps me awake enough to write. Energy levels are low and sleep or food haven’t come my way in some days now. Again I can’t be sure how long. Time seems so unimportant now, distant memories seem like yesterday, as her pacing towards me seems to last forever. So I am going to start from long before this all happened, it shouldn’t take me long to work up to where I currently am, and I believe I have the time to write it all. The events that shaped today being very straight forward. Though as horrible as it all was, a more unfortunate outcome could not have been imagined and the irony of it all being, my life was not much better before than it is currently.
As an adolescent, are relationship was tense. I found her to be relentless in her critique of how I should be living my life. Though truly it never felt as if it was mines to begin with. Numerous female relationships had fallen by the way side due to her interference, her meddling, her overshadowing. Even friends had come and swiftly gone over the years because of her forcefully pushing her opinion of who I should and should not spend my time with; and then applying it in practice. This was only the start, but it was an undercurrent that ran throughout all those years. The truth is I’d always been alone, and that, is probably how she wanted me to be. It was here that my hate for her began, like a slow poison, building over time.
My break away was when I went to college, unbelievably at her behest, only to find myself one degree later living in the same house I had gleefully left. She had also trifled in ruining my college experience, having to return home and every possible moment that wasn’t spent in a lecture hall. To have chosen an institution on the other side of the country ended up being more trouble that it was worth. But as that drew to an end, and I began to look for a life outside of education, she had asked me to come home, well more warned myself to return under financial severance. Having then returned she proceeded in scorning the fact that I was there. Her sentiment being that I had done nothing with my life, and truly I hadn’t, though I had never been giving the chance either.
At this point the confines of my bedroom became my prison, unable to leave for fear of confrontation. Her moods began to turn into fury’s that would last hours, she had always been an angry woman, but now anything would set her temper ablaze. It was in these final few years that my father had left, I’d always felt a great deal of pity for that man. His meekness equaled only to mines, and dwarfed in the shadow of her own malevolence. But that pity had soon turned to resentment when his departure, shifted all her remaining attention unto myself. Now I was the only other sole occupant of the house, and it was in these final months that a mouse could not have been quieter than I. As I manoeuvred gracefully as one may for my presence not to be felt.
She had not taken my fathers departure lightly either, it was here that her determination to find a more fitting man for the house became all our own undoing. It was some form of chemical plant that she had dragged me along to, I believed it to be some place in which beauty products where tested or synthesised. Undoubtedly in an attempt to make herself more youthful looking she had began to establish lines of communication with the actual manufactures of these products rather than just buying them from her local beauticians. A woman now in her late forties she had began to wilt, and this was an obstacle she was desperately trying to overcome. I scoffed internally at the facilities attempt to humour her, giving her a tour to try and explain how their rejuvenation products where as strong as they could have possible been.
It was a large chemical room, with various vats with exposed tops that bubbled and churned audibly as we were guided across a walkway that stretched over it all. She had been explained to that the chemical process had to be diluted due to the drastic effects that it had had once over applied. This sent her into a fury, the embers of which were only stoked when the formula was said to be diluted to one one thousandth of a degree. A blinding rage continued as she cursed the chemists that stepped back in amazement at this womans outrage, her words still clear as day in my head.
“What the fuck am I spending my fucking money on if all I am given is shit! Why in the fuck do you think I am here, if not to get the best that I fucking deserve. This little shit beside me has added fucking years to me and do you think that that’s fair?”
It was here that my breaking point was discovered, had I known that I had had one to begin with, I would have insisted to stay at home that day, but as I saw red my actions seemed completely justified given the years of torment I had endured. I ran at her with a fury unbeknownst to myself, hands outstretch, in turn giving a swift push to the chest of the woman that sent her sailing over the railing. A large splash followed by choking sounds was heard before I looked over barrier. Those several moments of joy that I still cherish in seeing that woman choke on the thick mixture before being dragged down by it’s gloupy weight, was the last time I saw my Mother.
Several minute then had passed before things began to feel off. The vat that must have housed several thousands of litres worth of whatever concoction suddenly dipped several metres before doing it once more. The chemists who had restrained myself looked baffled as the drainage system had not been activated. It was then that an arm erupted from the vat, but not just any arm, it was more akin to a some form of wild beast that had been hardened by the wilderness. Muscles spewed and rippled in places anew as veins throbbed relentlessly, all leading to a hand with long claw-like nails. Having shaken myself free of the chemists hold I ran for all my life was worth, I ran until my legs could no longer carry me, I ran for fear of what that inhumanly powerful arm led to.
And then, I hid, for serval weeks in fact, before they found me. And how my time spent in hiding had shielded me from the horrors of what had transpired. The world was now in ruins. All in the wake of a rampage that had left entire countries in smouldering waste. From earshot, it is my understanding that they had tried everything to stop her, bar a nuclear intervention; though nothing had worked. Eventually succumbing to this new creatures wants and only want; and I was it. Thus leading to my current situation. Her anger of my actions which had transformed her into this, titan, had not subsided. Her rage drove her now, drawing closer and closer to me. I am beginning to hear her roars as they grow more and more powerful. As she, grows more and more powerful. I believe she is very near. The door has opened, she’s here…
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