Chapter 5: Life, Death, Life

Chapter 5: Life, Death, Life 

The three deaths of TMR (here’s where the book gets weird) are symbolic in a way. The first death of TMR was symbolic of the amount of pain Serge was going through when he opened his heart and let people see his inner feelings, only to be cannibalized. The reign of the Gran Babylonia of the Arganian Forest 4th Sector was a reign of terror. TMR 714 was to be tormented and crucified by her influence among the kinsmen. TMR was up the park. He looks over at the ancient wooden structure. It was made out of 8x8 lumber and resembled a ‘lookout’. On top was a crow’s nest that gave a view to the horizon. It had a web of weathered chain that was an option to climbing down. Also under the crow’s nest were dual stokers’ poles (for a quick getaway). The piece of alcazar was surrounded by sand. IT seemed like a lowly deserted citadel in a barren wasteland. The sun was drying up the parched black top as he sat down looking at his white canvas All-Star sneakers. “Don’t look so glum. We’re here.” As he looks up, he sees two young ladies and he gives them a wryly smirk. “That’s better,” says Krissy Sunshine, all dressed up like Madonna during her ‘Like A Virgin’ phase. 

Standing next to her was a snake faced creature with thick bifocals. Her name was Jean. She had recently relocated from a trailer park in Indiana. Her Arganian name was the Gran Babylonia. “Yeah,” Jean says. “Especially when two gorgeous girls are in front of you.” Serge smiles and thinks to himself, only one gorgeous girl as he looks at Krissy. 

Krissy says to him, “Lend me this belt.” She points to one of the three belts he was wearing. “If you want them, they’ll be up between the two trees in the woods marked with Serge 714 respectively.” Krissy says, “We don’t know where that is.” So Serge got up and went to show them. They headed into the woods, passed through Calvary Way (a path made from discarded bone fragments from the crematory). After showing them the trees, he instructed them to go there at dawn and the belts would be there. When he got back to the park, there was a s**t load of people there. They were partying and blasting Aerosmith’s ‘Toys in the Attic’. The Alkadruggies were all there along with Orbitron’s Crew. To Serge’s surprise, there was a newcomer. His name was Judas Joe. His Arganian name was Razor 899. The first death of TMR was a pretty easy one. After meeting with a girl, someone whom he didn’t know threw him a basketball. He threw a three pointer. Serge disappears into the woods and becomes TMR. He meets with The Elder. 

Elder: “Celuma sentir aseycona” (you must now take over and materialize on the Earth) 

TMR: “Janasuca leema docoinsia” (will we separate?) 

Elder: “Rebbeb imij knup (only for awhile). Nuegvol reyortsed ytsanyd (we will meet later on). Munitalp elbuod evila ssik evila” (all American man is what you will be.) 

TMR: “Kareb rogus nevy planas” (I don’t understand) 

Elder: “Irah irak resiewdub” (you’ll be larger than life- it's only a rocket ride for the girls). 

TMR: “Sava” (okay, but I know I’ll hate this) Meanwhile, in our dimension, Serge is in the cemetery already starting to bleed. As he sings along to ‘Waiting For the Worms’ by Pink Floyd, the sky became red as it covered the moon, a strong wind rises as the ground starts to tremble. Pieces of the sky fell down to Earth. Then, in the wink of an eye, everything calmed as the cassette tape runs out. 

“Party dude. Drink, smoke, and be merry.” Serge laughs out loud as Tony and Hefflin giggle in a stoned frenzy Juicy Gerri and Suck Me Suzy pass by and start to whine, “You’re bleeding! What’s happening to you? You look dead!” 

Tony  and Hefflin in stereo say, “Feel his skin.” Juicy went to touch him and he went into convulsions as if demon possessed and his clothes start to tear. Blood oozes out of the poor  burnout. 

“Aarrggh!” TMR yells in pain. 

Suck Me Suzy screams in horror, “He’s one of those weirdoes! Let’s go!” 

Hefflin says to Serge, “Here man. Try this.” He hands him a joint to see if it eases the pain and it did. Hefflin drench him in beer and threw his ripped denim vest over him and they headed into the Dark Woods. There, they built a fire and started playing ‘The Wall’ again. This time, Serge wouldn’t make it. It was almost midnight. Lee steps in and does a shuffle singing, ‘The geeks come out at night’ sung to the intro of ‘Public Enemy #1 by Motley Crue. Art and Ace play their axes- like two fire winged hellions. 

Serge says, “Many, you’re gonna see some serious shithouse!” He braces himself and nothing happens. That’s not cool. He cut himself up with broken beer bottles. He listened to ‘The Wall’ twelve times and ripped his clothes into pieces. For what? Nothing, that’s what.  

Tony and Hefflin blurted out laughing. “Man, you’re the funniest one yet. Now hand over your clue.” They point a .357 at him, like they do after being shot by a firing squad to shoot him in the head, to make sure he’s dead. That was a sick thing for a little kid to see. Up against the wall, hah! Pause. A paranoid delusion overtakes him. Serge sees everyone he knows coming at him ready to shred him into pieces. They gouge at him and they start to devour the tattered pieces of flesh.  

“Cannibals, all of you! Cannibals! I’ve judged you from day one,” Serge gurgles. Jokie the Goony Goo Goo asks Serge if he’s crazy for cutting himself like that. Sege said that he knew that they wanted his heart but because of it, he was gonna change. 

The crowd yells out, “No, I don’t wany bimbos! We want you the way you are!” 

Serge says, “I can’t help it, youuuuuu...” as a tear runs down his cheek. He starts to run away. There was silence for about five seconds. All you hear is the crunching of the grass under his footsteps and his panting breaths. Then the sky grew bloody red, covering the moon as a strong wind blew in and the ground began to tremble. The sky fell down to the Earth. “Hey is this deja vu or is it just me?” Stop talking to yourself. Actually, the first death of TMR was a premonition that he was constantly surrounded by people who thought low of themselves. Serge, of course, was drowning in a sea of souls that were destined to hell. The phrase, ‘I like the low life because there’s so much company and I never feel alone’, is a terrible way to perceive life. Why is it that most people are miserable? It doesn’t matter what social status either. I’ve seen poor people to rich yuppies that are extremely bitter. Come on people! Life is a challenge! Take it, don’t leave it. Didn’t Jesus Christ do enough? He is the most harmless person in the world. Yet because of the content of evil in the human flesh, we beat him to death. Are we animals? We are either flesh covered saints or demons. Do not blame God or the devil. Blame yourself and ask for forgiveness. 

People who Serge called friends were mere backstabbers and you know who you are (you are forgiven). You will see this  world fall apart. Everyone except for those who were faithful till the end, brothers and sisters, I love you all and I’ll see you in the great feast in Heaven. Now back to the story. Now, pay attention. Serge ran into the woods. He then scrambled through a thorn bush, his clothes and skin were shredded down to nothing. Somehow, in a confused state of mind, obscured by clouded memories of the voices of the people calling out his name, he was guided right to the two trees he had shown the girls earlier that day by some crazy trance. I don’t know, he thought to himself, this isn’t such a hot idea, but here goes! The most horrible yell imaginable was heard as he put his hands in the Alkadruggie position meaning in sign language ‘I love you’. Then, a geyser of white-blue light thrust up through the ground. Serge faded into nothing and left his clothes behind. He woke up in his house three weeks later. His hair was black and straight and looked funny (as quoted by Raven 719) I don’t know how true this story is. Some people say he was running around naked like some crazed lunatic. Some say he ran home in the flesh or streaked home. I don’t know a bunch of s**t, but I hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you and good night. 

Reviews

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Sorry I missed your reading last night.
This chapter seems to have Serge in a downhill climb (see what I did there? ;)
I like that it seems more realistic...But that's just me.
Your "other" readers might see it differently.
Awesome as always!
Oh my gosh! Sergio! Your story and my poem coincide! Only reading this right now, I did not plan that! (The God-Satan part!) You are very deja vu!