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Dare The DevilChapter 22 - Something Wonderful“Marching to the promised land Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand, Pulls you down on your knees, While you’re down a pool appears. The face in the water looks up, And she shakes her head as if to say That it’s the last time you’ll look like today. Sail away, away… Ripples never come back. Gone to the other side. Sail away, away…” --Genesis, A Trick of the Tail Perfect. So perfect. The full moon rising, Lori in the car, taking a drive. Tonight was the night. I did not know why. Instinct, delusion, Voice From Beyond, self-indulgent b.s….Who could tell under such conditions? But tonight was, indeed, going to be the night. “Say, love, want to do some weed?” “Oh, ok,” she said, not having any idea who she was riding with, or at least not having any idea who she was riding with really thought he was, or how excited I was to finally be able to share with her this, my most precious secret. We had shared so much, and now our relationship was about to go to an entirely new level. Get pipe from under seat. Light. Inhale. Pass. Exhale. Get pipe back. Inhale. Repeat. “You know, dearest, I love you so much.” “Me too.” “You make me feel so special.” “Me too.” “I want to share my whole life with you.” “Me too.” “I want to show you something.” “OK. What?” “Something wonderful…” “Like?” And I remembered Peter’s words, “Consider it my finest performance” as he worked his magic or whatever it was on me. And now, with over a half-year’s practice in Communion and listening to The Voice and thinking I was a warlock and the Chosen One and all, I wanted to really impress Lori my Soul-Mate, my one and only true love, and give MY finest performance ever… And I reached inside….found the “thing” that I had first felt fire through me the night I frightened my brother at the Blue Oyster Satanic Cult concert, and with all the force of will I could assemble began to aim it at my Dearest. “Like, just look at the road…look at how the headlights hit the pavement as we drive along…now look at the light…see how it is starting to…” “OH MY GOD!!!!” I heard a thud. I heard crying. Somehow I snapped out of it, the spell I was starting to weave having affected both of us. I turned to the passenger seat and there was Lori with the most terrified look of abject horror I had ever seen, in or out of any Hollywood zombie movie. And that look of terror was aimed at me. Her head was against the window, the thud I’d heard evidently being the sound of it hitting the glass as she recoiled from me in fright. She was crying. “What’s the matter?” I asked as I reached a hand out to touch her shoulder. “Don’t TOUCH ME!!!!” she screamed, not merely shouting or yelling but SCREAMING… MY love, SCREAMING at me to not touch her…… And then…the strangest thing…hard to believe even now, but true…I scrunched-up my face, lowered my skull, pulled my lips up and over my teeth, and stared at her from just below my eyebrows, and gave her the most demonic, Satan-in-the-flesh grimace I could humanly create. And then, as though in a dream or on another plane (take away the plane in which we move…) I watched myself talk, or rather I watched the words come out of my mouth because it most definitely was not “me” (whoever I was or was becoming or had become), and what I said was, “You hate this, don’t you?” It was The Voice. The Voice of Communion, only this time, for the first time, I could recognize it also (why, WHY had I never seen this before??!?) as the voice of Satan, the very same voice that I heard from my friend Dave’s mouth when he told me we were going to where my family’s bones would be kept. Only it wasn’t Dave’s mouth it was mine, and yes it was The Voice but it was also Satan’s voice and it was also (dear God no) my voice. MY voice. Lori was too terrified to speak. “You hate this, don’t you?” he or He or it or It or I repeated. “Yes. Oh, please, God, Save ME!!!” she screamed again. “And you never want anything to do with this do you?” “No. NO!!!!!!” And that final “NO” was enough, somehow, for something, though I did not know what, to get through to me, and all of a sudden I was back in my body, and I was me again, and I stopped scowling my Satan Grimace at the only person I really loved in the world, and turned my eyes back to the road (face disappeared and turned back to the road just like
Dave did at the Summit Meeting oh my GOD!!!!) to keep driving because the entire thing took maybe 30 seconds tops but neither of our lives would ever be the same. Lori, my dear sweet Lori, who had played Morning Has Broken while she sang it to me, and had a place reserved for me in her heart where no one else could ever enter, and who had given herself to me in every way a woman (girl, she was only a little girl) can give herself to a man, Lori was crying. She had stopped screaming but the crying (Lori is crying) was worse, much worse, because the spell was wearing off and I was stoned but no longer high and I was almost starting to realize that something was wrong very wrong here. I tried to touch her shoulder again. She shoved my hand away and once again threw herself against the passenger window and cover her face with her hands (just like I had when I met Satan in David’s face) and I was starting to think that maybe Lori had thought she had just seen Satan (Satan?) in MY face. But, that couldn’t be, could it? I mean, I was The Chosen One, God’s Forerunner to the Second Coming. Something was wrong here. “Take me home. Just TAKE ME HOME GODDAMN YOU!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lori was screaming again. Something was wrong here.
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