Story 1 – Trapped in a civilized body
He trots up the steps of his manor home, straightening his cravat and cuff links.
He’s so neat and proper… such a gentleman. Groan. It’s so disgusting, how boring.
Even now he pecks his wife on the cheek, you should just give her a good squeeze on the arse, you fool. I’d pinch her flesh until it’s red and swollen. But Mr. Civilized over there would never do that to his darling wife.
He slides past his precious wife and enters the laboratory, humph, scientists. They’re either all logical, or completely impractical. Except for me, of course. I’m the enigma. I’m going to change everything.
Mr. Civilized lopes down the stairs of his laboratory, grabs his notes and starts to check his concoctions. Bubble bubble, plop plop. I could just boil water to get that effect, stupid idiot. That was harsh of me. You’re an imbecile… idiots around the world would be offended.
Ah, what do we have here?
He picks up a purple potion, looking at it through the candle light.
Why don’t you add it to that green one?
He starts to grab the green potion.
No, wait.
He stops and looks at the green potion, slightly confused.
The red one is better, I helped with that one.
He sets the green potion down and picks up the red one. Then carefully pours it in with the purple one.
Good, good. Now… drink it.
He stares at the potion and then starts to move it towards his lips, than stops and draws it back, staring at the red liquid.
Drink it Mr. Civilized, that’s a special concoction we created together.
His hand starts to shake, but he moves it to his mouth. He tips it back and drinks the red potion.
Ah, good. Now let’s see if I can come out and play. I laugh in triumph.
Our throat closes off and we fall down in agony. Then everything swirls together and all goes black.
Story 2 – Madness
I feel the pain, the burning pain, the agony, and the rage. How did I come to feel so much rage? Why am I moving? I should be lying down in bed, being taken care of by my lovely wife. She always does that when I’m sick. She gives me a cold compress and some warm soup.
But I’m moving. Where am I going? I’m outside; it seems to be the middle of the night. I can see the stars twinkling above me. But I’m moving with a purpose. Like I forgot to do something and need to hurry. I can’t see clearly either, my vision keeps flashing. First black, then white… now red. It’s almost as if I’m walking down a busy street with lots of flashing lights. But this street is dark and deserted.
The buildings flash by me, one by one. All the buildings are dark, lonely and closed off to me. I need help, but I can’t seem to control myself. It’s like there’s another person in my body, moving for me. But that can’t be possible, can it? What was the last thing I did, anyway? I can’t seem to remember that either.
Oh the pain, the rage.
A woman… a whore steps out of the alley and smiles at me. I try to tell her to go away, that I’m sick and she should stay away. But my body is not mine. Instead I get gruesome pictures flashing through my head. Things that I’d never thought of before. I’m shocked. She steps closer and I try to turn, to run. But instead I step forward, her smile widens. I step closer and closer, my vision becoming worse until I’m falling. Falling through the blackness, where the pain and rage is gone.
I wake up the next morning, lying on my laboratory floor. Later I see the news in the newspaper. Everyone is talking about it. The woman was killed by a savage. Was it me? Was it truly me, something deep down inside that I didn’t know existed? What will I do now?
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