106 lines
6.7 KiB
Plaintext
106 lines
6.7 KiB
Plaintext
s$
|
|
$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1040
|
|
[-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
|
|
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Thanatos"
|
|
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Meenk E. Boodle
|
|
$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 03/16/00
|
|
[-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
|
|
$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
|
|
|
|
Cold and oily. He caresses our face with the barrel of the gun,
|
|
seducing me with promises of a painless end. All he asks in return is
|
|
that I show him our fear. I grind my teeth. Not because I am trying to
|
|
seem brave in our last moments on earth, but because I feel the heat of
|
|
frustration growing into rage. I wish she weren't so spineless, my host,
|
|
as this would go far more smoothly if she were able to dominate me. This
|
|
sad, sorry bitch isn't capable of controlling her own damn body, let
|
|
alone this fucking situation she has gotten herself into. Lucky for her,
|
|
though, she can shrink into her brain as far as she wants, she may not
|
|
even notice when I finally get this creep to kill us. I hope so, anyway.
|
|
More for me. If only I could manage the fear.
|
|
I have a really unique ability. I can induce an OBE (Out of Body
|
|
Experience) then slip into the body of others. Sometimes, I am only
|
|
along for the ride if my host's will is greater than my own. Mostly,
|
|
though, I end up with a passive bitch like this. It seems her type
|
|
frequently ends up in the scenarios I aim for.
|
|
The man presses the gun against our eye, the cold steel causing a
|
|
chill to dance down our spine into the pit of our stomach. She recedes
|
|
more. A moment ago, when she first took notice of my intrusion, she was
|
|
thankful to be released from having to defend herself against him. Now,
|
|
she knows I am as much of a threat as he is, and is responding in the
|
|
only way she knows how.. flight. Unless I can shatter this guy's ego and
|
|
force him to kill us, her cowardice may actually save her life. I really
|
|
hate the fuckers who have a hard-on for fear.
|
|
I found out the first time I slipped into a situation like this,
|
|
fear is the one emotion I just can't fake. I have never known what it
|
|
feels like to be afraid. I have yet, in my 24 years on this planet, to
|
|
have a moment of terror. I barely even know what it feels like to be
|
|
nervous. At first, I learned to keep my host from completely blocking
|
|
out the conscious world, forcing them to retain some control over their
|
|
body and emotions. They would produce the fear that would earn me my
|
|
prize, and all I had to do was make sure they couldn't escape. I soon
|
|
realized, after a BBE (Borrowed Body Experience) which nearly went out of
|
|
control, that I felt their death that much more, the deeper they hid
|
|
themselves.
|
|
After a moment's consideration, I decide to let her burrow as deep
|
|
as she wants. I will just tear this guy down. He traces the gun down
|
|
our face, tickling our lip with the muzzle, I smirk at him and wrap our
|
|
pouty lips around it, daring him with our eyes to pull the trigger. The
|
|
host is no longer responding to our sensory input, so I assume she has
|
|
found a warm place. He pulls it out, commenting that he has something
|
|
better to suck on, but reconsiders when he reads the vicious thought
|
|
which flashes across our eyes. He tells me he has a better idea and
|
|
shoves us to the floor. He tears away our thin cotton panties and
|
|
roughly shoves the gun inside us, snidely commenting about our level of
|
|
arousal. I insult him, trying to find his weak point, first attacking
|
|
his sexual adequacy. Totally unphased, and wise to my game, he told me
|
|
that he has no mother, homosexual, or inferiority issues, and that I had
|
|
a better chance of lulling him to sleep and escaping, than causing him to
|
|
lose his temper that way. He seemed to be misreading my growing
|
|
annoyance with his games as me losing composure. Plan B.
|
|
I kicked out hard with our right foot, just missing his straining
|
|
cock, while striking out with our fingernails. He pulls out the gun and
|
|
cracks us across the face with it, forcing our jaw to the side with a wet
|
|
pop. I barely feel the pain, as I am not hardwired to our nerves, but I
|
|
know it is bad because I can feel the bitch slipping deeper into her
|
|
private place. He backs off for a moment, touching the oozing tracks in
|
|
his face. He rams the gun back into our cunt and I brace ourself for his
|
|
angry thrusts. He pulls the trigger thrice. My final thought while in
|
|
this body is but one word: Vanity.
|
|
This is why I do it. This moment. The reason I don't use my
|
|
power to right wrongs and serve justice.
|
|
I am vaulted into space. Not space, in the Star Wars sense, but
|
|
space in the physical sense. For a millisecond I feel as if I see
|
|
everything, know everything, and become everything. I am able to
|
|
manipulate existence and be manipulated by it. I become God.
|
|
Only for a split second.
|
|
After I reenter my own body I reflect for a moment, trying to
|
|
capture the memory while it is still fresh in my mind, but it slips away
|
|
faster than a dream and I am left with a fierce longing. After such a
|
|
physical and mental strain, though, my physical longing takes hold and I
|
|
must seek out food. I never keep food in my house, I spend too much time
|
|
borrowing to worry about perishables. Besides, why bother cooking when I
|
|
have an unlimited means of getting what I want?
|
|
I dress (I never wear clothes while projecting), put on a bit of
|
|
makeup, and dip into my never-ending supply of cash. I am in the mood
|
|
for something exotic, so I set out for Chinatown. The brilliant colours
|
|
of the neighborhood contrast with the deep purples and blues of the
|
|
twilight sky, causing everything to seem surreal. I drift along,
|
|
allowing my subconscious to guide me to a restaurant that will satisfy my
|
|
hunger.
|
|
My trance-like state is suddenly and violently dispatched by a
|
|
sudden sharp pain in my right side. I blink in disbelief as reality sets
|
|
in and I realize I have been stabbed. White and hot, agony blossoms from
|
|
my stomach as a masked man plunges a long thin blade into me again. The
|
|
pain is so exquisite and bold, yet there is something else, like a
|
|
sinister shadow creeping up from deep inside: Fear. Fear of the end I
|
|
have so frequently sought and achieved through others. It grips me with
|
|
icy talons, driving out any physical pain I am feeling. My meager cache
|
|
of money lifted, the man runs off into the night, leaving me with the
|
|
stark realization that it is all over. I fight it, suddenly uncertain of
|
|
my convictions regarding life after death, everything fades. A moment of
|
|
darkness, a blinding light, then eternal exaltation. I am home.
|
|
|
|
[-------------------------------------------------------------------------]
|
|
[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1040, BY MEENK - 3/16/00 ]
|