Midas King Arc – Pandoras Box (20160613)


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“So, I read your blog” Midas said. “You are one disturbed mutha…”.

I laughed. I like the idea that people get to see inside my head. I would say ‘I’m not crazy’ but anyone could easily reply me with ‘that’s exactly what a crazy person would say’. So i think it would be better if i just admitted…

“I might be crazy”.

Midas’s expression changes, he lifts an eyebrow as if to say, ‘you think?’

He takes a bite out of his burger.

“So, in general, what do you think about it?” I ask Midas, honestly looking for some constructive criticism.

“I think it lacks direction, a bigger picture” he says to my surprise. “I just feel the stories are to disjointed. The events of one don’t really make an impact in the others.”

“I don’t understand” I confessed. “What does that mean?”

“It means…” Midas paused. “It means you have the gun…”

At the word gun he pulled one out from underneath the desk,You a ‘Dessert Eagle’.

“You just need to know where to point it.” He points the gun at me, aiming right between my eyeballs.

“Bang!” the last words i hear him say before he pulls the trigger…

Instantly, I am in a void of pitch black. I hear music, though faintly, in the background.

I wake up to Luciano Pavarotti’s ‘La fleur que tu m’avais jetee’ as my phone alarm thunderously rings, notifying me that it is five-thirty in the morning. I get up to have my bath, the dream a mere echo in my subconscious, although, the events have left its scars because, for the following two hours, I am disturbed without having the slightest clue why.

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10:48AM

She walks out of the elevator and, at the sight of her, I am speechless. The only interaction I can manage is a smile to which she replies with a smile of her own.

I watch, concentrating as she walks towards the door that leads to my wing. Her coffee brown hair bouncing and gliding against her shoulder and neck – tall, dark and beautiful.

Getting to the door, she turns towards me…

“I thought you were going up” she says pointing at the now closing elevator doors.

“Sh*t!” I try to reach the door but it closes shut right before I get there. I turn to look at her, her gaze still on me, smiling. “Actually, I was going down… and, actually, that was a lie. You’re right. I was going up”.

“Cool!” still smiling. She swipes her access card, opens the door, and disappears as I, suddenly, remember to introduce myself.

  “My name is Jake, by the way.” I was onviously talking to the door. “… Just in case you were wondering.”

Already inside, she turns attempting to reply. “I’m…” but it was too late. The door closes, cutting her off, blocking her out of view. When will I ever find out her name.

Now I’m left standing alone in the hall way.

Well, except…

“Pity, huh?” rang a voice from behind me.

I spin 180 degrees, surprised to see Midas in an all black three piece Tom Ford. His head was shaven but he had a large, well groomed beard, almost reminded me of Will Smith from ‘Suicide Squad’  (don’t kill yourself, the movie isn’t out yet. Well, at least as of the time of this post), but Midas’s beard was more stylish.

“You do know, she could’ve easily opened the door to say her name. I guess you are just creating suspense for the readers” Midas says with a smug smile on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you are not real.” After the words leave my mouth, I realise that I may literally be talking to myself and I so hope nobody is watching…

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he says, making his way to stand right in front of me.

“You are Midas.” I said, but how did I know that? Come to think of it, I had never seen him before now so how did I know his name? I felt a distant memory from the deepest part of my mind struggling to surface, like a locked box whose key I had misplaced.

  “Maybe this will help” right before my eyes he’s cloths change to an equally all black pyjama looking costume with a turtle neck.

“Dude you look ridiculous” I say holding back a snicker, pretty much because he just made a different set of clothes appear on his body and I mean that is not normal… right?

he holds a finger up at me, the universal sigh for ‘hold on a moment’ as he pulls up the turtle neck to cover the lower half of his face leaving only his eyes visible. it was funny he kinda looked like a…

Ninja…

And then it hit me, pandoras box had been opened and I remembered everything: the dream I had this morning, being trapped on the thirteenth floor, meeting God (both of them), seeing into an alternate reality where the world was destroyed, the strange phone call and even the Ninja.

“Ah, you remember, But it goes even farther than these past weeks, I have been with you your entire life. Every time you wanted someone killed, overtime you where too shy, every time, you where overcome with boredom, you sent for Me. But then i was just a figment of your imagination, but now you have set me free”

“you tricked me, you made me open the box”

“Don’t be foolish, you couldn’t possibly keep me hidden away for long, it was only a matter of time. And now that I am free, First order of business, that girl you have been drooling over, is mine now.” He walks towards the door that leads into my wing, it opens as if by magic for him to enter.

“No, you can’t do that! I can put you back! I can stop you!” I shout.

“Be my guest” his last words before the door closes, leaving me alone again in the hallway.

I hear the sound of a key dropping towards the staircase, and I turn my attention to it immediately, to see a man standing frozen halfway through the flight of stairs, a shocked/scared look painted allover his face.

“I’m not crazy” I say to him.

He slowly reaches down to pick up his keys, and slowly, retreats up the stairs, backwards, his eyes on me the entire time until he is out of sight, then I hear his footsteps running.

TBC.

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