The eyes of the child roamed around the space of their world, and it was much more different than the very last. Beyond the array of dead trees were rivers of red waters. They smelled like Iron and colored like blood and along the stream lived fishes of unidentified nature.
Some were long and having the eyes of a cow while some had scales tougher than steel. They could had chosen to eat them, but they were more far than being edible.
They were just good for the satisfaction of their very eyes. On the other side of the dead wicked trees were plains of lumpy soil. There roamed black rabbits and tusk-like teeth, vultures whose flesh were eaten by their very selves: the only thing left around theirs were bones and a shine right behind their spines. The child could see it through the leafless trees with dead barks, but with the presence of Micael would hide them from all of their very sight. It was mysterious and quite catching. The child's much more. He moved his eyes along the dirt path of which they had been following since Micael's visit. There was green grass, dead vegeta-tion and some houses he knew was abandoned. There was no light nor he could not sense any heat sipping out from the houses' doors and windows, and the woods of their walls looked crumbly and rotten and that one kick coming from the child would send some houses lying on the floor asprawl. But he never bothered.
He continued to walk his eyes towards the end of the path way and at the end lied at the open gates; it was different. It was one, and the coldest winds had hit him. He shivered but his eyes were afar from his body, and he never bothered. The open gates looked like an old trinket with a hole onto its center; like a wicked trophy adorned with black vines and green spikes all over it. At the bottom was a platform of which three people, or entities, could stand upon at once. It looked like at was moving vertically. Its mechanism was exposed from the outside and the green eating grass had come to make a visit, and the gears became green like grass. He was never sure what lied beyond the open gates, but it was huge. It looked like a doorway unto another part of their internal dimensions but the answer was never yet precise, nor accurate. All Jack could think of the open gates was that it would be something which changed lives, and the open gates would only utter and unfold its very mysterious right in the front of their very eyes when the commitment they would have was genuine; their reasons.
Beside the open gates was a tower made out of grey bricks and cobblestones compacted together with mud as it flew right off of the crevices it was pasted on. It was tall. Indefinitely tall. Its height was taller than the pink waning moon and the pitch-black clouds which could cry blood down into the heads of them two. The child never knew where the grey tower could lead them. To the above-waters? He did not bother to know, and the whereabouts of his sight went back onto the blazing bonfire, and his eyes finally felt the cold breeze coming from beyond the bonfire's reach. His feet were warm. His hips warmer, but anything above his crooked and clay-like pelvis was colder than raw carcass (The newly slaughtered meat was obviously warm, but the black rabbit which Jack and the child used to hunt was not warm-blooded, nor they did not have any blood at all; Jack used to call it chalice as the oozing liquid's smell resembled that of wine used in churches) and he could feel it right beneath his flesh. It was piercing cold and was harsh.
"Isn't it painful to miss someone who killed you from the very first time?"
the child asked Jack straightforwardly. His eyes were drawn from the receding flames of the dancing bonfire unto Jack's purple-adorned eyes and his concaved face. He tilted his head towards the left of the child's peripheral sight, and there the side of his face became apparent. There was a hole onto his ears (which was simply natural and apparent) but there was another right beside his invisible sideburns. The hole was cleaned like it was trimmed perfectly, let alone butchered well, but was rotten. The child's eyes had given him the reach to smell the rotting wound from afar, but his stomach never churned for he knew he could shapeshift himself into one dead body and pretend he was one. Upon the turning of Jack's head went his mouth moving and soon echoes went past it. It was calm like the turbulent winds whistling into the child's ears and slapping him in the face with the greatest force it could, and Jack was heard.
"I have never thought that Aleck killed me. He is my friend. A dire friend, and no one, even his family, could ever change that relation even if two worlds simply mean a wormhole made from the other," he said and his eyes went into the child's looking at him dead-on. The purple eyes of his did not ensue any fear unto the child. He knew he was stronger than Jack thought he was. Sooner, his lips with the upper one lacerated like butter at the very side of it had moved and talked once more.
"Sooner, my child, we will be somewhere you think we will never be into. The grey tower will lead us to the world of which I used to live unto and the open gates will be brought back to life. It will glow purple, and so do my eyes. A doorway will then appear and past it will be oasis. Aleck might be the key but him failing is simply us crying down to our knees," he followed with his fingers taking a pinch from the carcass and ate it. The child smiled as if he saw hope, and they continued eating gracefully, never again thinking of the dire possibility that Micael might not to get back into their world. But they had a lot of time to wait for they knew that the grey tower would lead to the way which no one had ever done since their rigid stay at the independent, irrelevant world which was named The Cosmos, and remembering such pushed them to cut the carcass open with their passive nails and both of their hands, and it did.
Jack found it easy as his nails were like claws and metal-ish in nature. The child found a really hard time as his force was limited but he got it cut eventually with his arms stretched wider than his shoulders, and he picked it up. There they saw the sac from the very inside of the carcass and made a hole from its slimy membrane and continued. They drank the raw chalice of the black rabbit carcass from the inside with it higher than their head and the chalice started dropping down to their mouths. The chalice continued on dripping downwards and their eyes were locked tight upon it, never really bothering what was happening from afar. The incandescent light expanded unto itself. It had become dimmer than the last, and dimmer and dimmer until it was noticeable no more.
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