|Venom (standard:other, 1052 words)|
|Author: Port Lataine||Added: Jan 22 2002||Views/Reads: 1585/976||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Chapter 29 of The World of Harold and His Lovely Wife. Good as a short story, too. Why is peace a bad thing? Let's try to find out...|
Bees. They were in a huge swarm all around his body, covering his face. The hum was deafening. He tried to scream, but the words just would not come out of his mouth. He was in shock. And then he felt pain. A bee had stung him, a little prick on his left shoulder. You can feel pain while dreaming? he wondered. Then he woke up. He was blurry-eyed and not sure what had happened. Oh, he thought, it was just a dream, a nightmare, with millions of bees swarming all around. At least it was only a dream... But then the man saw a figure, a silhouette of a human being. No, maybe not a human being. It looked like this thing had horns. Horns? Was he still dreaming? Such a devilish figure! Maybe he was dreaming again, like you might see in a television show or something. He looked for facial features, but he just could not find any familiar points to focus on. Just a silhouette of a devil. This shadow frightened the man. Was it real? Or was it a figment of his imagination? Maybe it was a coat hanger. What an eerie sight to wake up to: the devil staring blankly at you! The frightened and confused man was curious, though, so he built up the courage to ask, "Hello? Who are you?" "A sworn enemy." Silence. "A sworn enemy?" "And an act of Revenge." "An act of revenge?" More silence. "Hello? Who are you?" The man was very frightened now because he did not expect an answer from this shadow, this devilish figure. "But do not worry, Mr. Goode, you had good intentions, just not our intentions, not the Correct intentions. It's just a flaw that you were born with. Nothing more. Nothing less." This shadow had a surprisingly human voice, almost a kind voice, a soothing voice that put Mr. Goode at ease, though he was still filled with anxiety and confusion. Who was this man? Why was this strange man in his bedroom? "But I'd like to know--just who ARE you? Why are you here..." "Oh, you know me," The shadow had born a human figure, containing a human face. "Yes. Yes, you know me, Mr. Goode. We went to school together. We used to be pretty good buddies. That was a long time ago, however, and I'll not be offended if you don't recognize me. I've changed. I have changed more than anyone cares to know. Everyone called me Nat, instead of Nate, as a joke because I was so small and defenseless. Well, the name stuck, Mr. Goode. You, too, can call me Nat. Nat Asmai." Because the shadow was unveiled, Mr. Goode now recognized the figure. He was indeed an old buddy from school. He hadn't changed that much, though, at least not in the face, but Mr. Goode didn't recall the two horns sticking out of his old buddy's head. Were they even real? "Well, it's good to see you again...I guess. But what are you doing here? And how did you get in?" "Doors usually aren't a problem for me." Not exactly knowing what Mr. Asmai meant, "Oh, I see." Silence. Again. Click here to read the rest of this story (69 more lines)
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