To make matters worse, instead of dying, I woke in some empty closet, chained to a marble wall, missing my legs and stuck in a semi-transparent body.

An unmeasurable amount of time has already passed – days, weeks, years or maybe even decades? For what reason was I chained to a wall in this peculiar room?

The room, in question, was bizarrely indistinct and pointlessly bright, which when combined together, created an illusion of a boundless, pure white plain, which stretches into infinity. Except that instead of stretching into infinity, the “boundless, pure white plain” ends its existence the moment it reaches the brown and sturdy looking door, a few meters across the brightly lit closet where I’m currently being held captive.

At one point, while delving to deeply into my state of melancholy that tends to accompany me in my boredom, I got this weird idea that the door and the chains are no more than an illusion that had enslaved my frail human mind, to keep me from walking the pure white plain and unrevealing the secrets of infinity.

And so, there I was, with an almost fanatic belief in the existence of some conspiracy is aimed to keep me from shedding my mortal coil and roam the pure white plain.

(This particular belief was most likely caused by the strong urge that I was suppressing back then - the urge to go out butt naked and take a stroll to the closest Cathedral. To be completely honest, even now I’m not completely sure what compelled me to the idea, but the most plausible option was probably the fact that I was literally missing half my body and stuck in cramped and weird room which was probably starting to get into my head.)

Driven by that belief, armed with my ambition of defiling something so pure white and backed up by the strong resolve in my mind, I decided that it was time for me to rid myself of this illusionary boundaries.

Taking a deep breath, and concentrating on the image in my mind that would help me feel at ease. This time I chose the concept of imagining “myself” but a little bit further into the future, precisely the moment I achieve the epitome of my current ambition. It was nothing fancy so playing the image in my mind didn’t require much effort. So after a short while, I was watching myself from a third person perspective. Observing myself chained to the now, all too familiar walls did nothing to help myself feel at ease. Looking at myself like that, all I saw was a pitiful human being. Stripped of his freedom, his head hung low, resigning to his cruel fate. The fact that he was now, quite literally, half the man he used to be, in mind and body, did nothing to help.

Much to my relief, this pitiful image of “me” was short lived, losing its credibility the second I approached my other self. Seemingly as if reacting to my approach, he slowly lifted his head and locked his dark brown eyes onto me. They seemed to be identical to mine, yet indescribably different. I was mesmerized looking into them; it was akin to staring into a bottomless well of unfathomable knowledge.

“Those eyes,” I thought to myself, as I broke the eye contact and slowly continued to approach his chained and defenseless self “belong to me.”

Originally, I approached him driven by pity, for both – him and myself. Since he represents, what will become of me if I will achieve my greatest ambition in the present. Though meeting him didn’t make me falter from going through with aspiring to achieve what I desire, even if it’ll turn me into a lifeless shell. I still felt that I was responsible for his current state and it wasn’t his choice, so the least I could do for him, was to end his pitiful existence and put him out of his misery but I faltered after seen his eyes, but a human that got his hands on the secrets of infinity, yet can’t use any of them to fix his predicament doesn’t need that knowledge. So without think much more I continued approaching him, while greedily ogling the pair of dark brown souvenirs that I’ll hang on to in his stead. Not like he’ll ever need those things again after doing us both a favor.

Clouded by greed I continued to steadily approach him, not increasing my pace despite my exploding desire to get my hands on those eyes and the knowledge that comes with them. I wanted to pounce him the second I declared my ownership of those eyes but decided against it. Instead, I chose to trust those chains that he’s bound in, to keep him from going anywhere while I enjoy myself for the first time in what seemed like eternity.

With that settled, I continued approaching him while thoroughly enjoying the anticipating sensation and didn’t even notice myself grinning wickedly as I came closer with every step.

Once I reached him, I wasn’t planning to making it last much longer. Watching him beg me for his life might have been fun all in its own way, but this waiting game is already causing me to feel a piercing headache and if I don’t butcher him and take his eyes this very fucking moment then things might get real ugly.

Without waiting a moment, longer I reached out for his throat in an attempt to crush it and be over with this quickly. As my hand was approaching his throat I couldn’t help but notice that the way he struggles to save his petty life looks a little strange. If this was any other kind of situation then I’d actually consider that the guy was stretching. I didn’t even give it a second thought and jumped away as if trying to avoid an invisible explosion caused by a fireball. In my line of work, there are only two rules. First – avoid exploding fireballs, and Second – avoid people who start stretching while bound in metal chains and are threatened with death.  

I was glad that this second rule suddenly popped up in my head when I realized he was stretching instead of trying to pointlessly struggle free from his chains. Instead, once he was finished with his stretching, he casually stood up on his feet that randomly appeared out of thin air. The chains still tightly wrapped around his body, generating insane amount of electricity in an attempt to pin him down and return him to being the sorry sight that he was once I first saw him

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After the chains ran out of magic power that was holding them together and let it generate a spark or two on the unsuspecting prisoners that get any funny ideas like escaping, they simply crumble to dust as the old motherfuckers should. Both the prisoners and the chains, but it’ll have to wait until I struggle free from whatever is holding me chained.

Though watching, my other self, slowly approach me with my signature wicked grin plastered to his face, had me reconsider my opinion regarding the chains part, those motherfuckers were too young to die off just yet! Unfortunately, what’s gone is gone and there’s not much for me to work with at the moment to repel this sexy beast. So I just stood there, ready to accept my death yet again the second he reached me and passed right through as if one of use didn’t even exist to begin with.

When it finally downed on me that this whole thing is just an image in my head and suddenly things got very awkward. Observing my overpowered other self, casually taking a dump near some scattered wood which was probably the left overs from the brown door that he blew out to gain access to pure white plain which was just as the name suggests, a plain filled with nothing but white and a fresh pile of dung.

All in all, it wasn’t a particularly interesting thing to see and so I lost any kind of motivation that I held in regard to this matter despite all the stuff I said about aspirations which was kinda weird all in itself.

Ambitions scrapped as common sense returns, I’m back to contemplating my current situation. After spending who knows how long in this place, I’ve come to a few interesting conclusions.

n  This is defiantly not one of this bad hung overs when you wake up and have no idea what you were doing until now, which pretty much more or less fits the situation that I’m in at the moment but I’m not sure that there’s an alcoholic beverage that exists that causes your legs to go MIA when things are about to get rough.

n  After scratching the hung over idea I decided to start from understanding what had exactly occurred to my body. The closest fit to that was that I was now a stray soul without an actual body and the only reason I can still actually exist is because of this chains that act as a substitute and since they didn’t bother to chain up my legs they never materialized.

n  And the last and most important one, is that if I won’t kill someone anytime soon then I might having another episode of doing really weird things during which I usually end up killing even more people which is good in its own way but I also tend to hurt myself along the others while having a fit which is no good.

Answering my prayers and cries of agony, my god, have opened himself up to my requests and offered me a sacrifice to quench my needs….

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Uhm.. What I meant to say was, for the first time in who knows how long the damn brown door that somehow always participated in my one man performance shows.

From the door, stepped in two imposing figures wearing a majestic golden armor, but the armor wasn’t exactly their most distinctive feature. What really caught my attention were the huge dove wings protruding from their backs, made me wonder how those wings looked and tasted like when extra crispy.

Unfortunately, the experiments could wait but the amount of questions I wanted to ask them was ever growing and had to be dealt with, ASAP.

So without wasting any more time, I jumped one of the knights and had him cushion our fall over the floor, but before the real for could start I was zapped by the chains pretty badly because I’m not supposed to move anywhere away from my part of the wall. Meanwhile, the other knight was too busy laughing to the rough treatment that his companion had received and my convulsing on the floor to notice that his companion was actually dead and he is soon going to be keeping him company. Now then, back to the questions.

Pulling myself together, after getting burned up a little I looked up at the knight that was still in the middle of laughing his arse of over his friend’s demise, I wonder how long he’ll laugh before he figures out that it isn’t a joke.

So I just went ahead and cut him in the middle of his laughing fit and straight up asked what bothered me - ”Why have you kept me locked in this hideous place for what seemed like an eternity?”

He gave me an appraising then gave a shrug, before actually giving his answer “Look kid, it’s been only around, like what? An hour at most since we dumped you off here and I highly doubt that you’ve spent most of that hour awake anyways so quit whining”

Well, this sure is kind of awkward.. Looking from the bright side, this might have been the craziest one hour that I’ve had so far, and I doubt that I’ll manage to top living out an eternity in under an hour, any time soon at least.