Six

Okay, maybe there is another word for it. Slept, fainted. But the fact of the matter is, I may and may not have went out, out of fear.

I mean, to look at it now, it's worse I mean here I am lost in space. And I gotta be honest. It's scary. And it's so silent one would go absolutely insane. It's freaking cold. And I am alone, practically heading somewhere to die, maybe nowhere. But just chill, that is not the worst part. I think I am dying, finally. From a mortal wound given to me by an immortal, but that's not the worst things could get. I mean Marja was the worst things could get if he chose to be. Yes I said it, 'was'. Shit that hurts.

But four of them, in the same room at the same time, was the worst that could ever happen to anyone.

I mean, they are literally nuclear reactors standing close together, and I literally think they are slowly degrading or decaying and releasing whatever hormone they have that causes emotions to rise and be at their worst. I mean... you know what? On second thought, let me not try to explain it and tell the god damn story.

Where was I again? The other eternals and... oh right.

I blacked out. No other word. Then slowly as my head cleared I could see a bit of light. I could barely make out forms, even though they were blurry. The god damn motherfucker had messed me up with his sentinel like halo. Or was it glory? I don't know. But I felt like I was dreaming. Yet I could still feel the fear lurking in my body. Like some kind of a demon.

Hell, I didn't know what Marja's dark glory could do to me. I mean it's not like I've seen the worst or I am the fan of the light. I mean Lucifer is off to the dark. In his path, Marduk's remains... what the fuck am I saying? All my sons are dead. I stole the...

What the hell?

Okay, okay, okay. I'm confused. I realized that my eyes were closed. But when the fuck did I close them? Did I open them before? What am I doing here? I felt ultimately lost even my thoughts were unusually confused like what the hell?

I got up and froze as I saw four identical Marja's in front of me talking. Three were surrounding one who was on his knees holding his head as if it was hurting.

Actually, hurting does not seem really appropriate. Its way too minor. And it is used for headaches.

That, that didn't look like a headache.

A tumor. Hmm, No. not even a maybe

'Ooh yeah, teacher! Teacher! Me, I know the answer, me!' A childish voice came into my head. Another feminine whisper, like a teacher at Earthen schools came into mind and chose the little kid to answer.

'A mother of all headaches!' he responded with a huge grin and a very nice high pitched voice.

'Yep! He had that. Thank you young Idris,' the teacher, being me respon... Wait! What the fuck is going on? Young me? Why do I feel like a six year old? I mean all the endorphins and energy of a six year old. Adrenaline and everything, I felt like I had it all. Even the body, I felt like I had it, not that of a hundred thousand year old.

You know what let's forget it. I don't know before I turn into a lady? Where was I?

I mean you could see it all in his face. A motherfucking headache that was ten times excruciating in his left... wait, do immortals have brains? I don't know, so I'm gonna say right temple.

And then his eyes, damn, they were flowing golden tears. And I thought that was for Freya alone because she was a witch. So what is he? A wizard? His usually deep blue eyes that took one down to earth's oceans were blood red. Pain radiated from them in waves. Practically like earth's summer heat. Shit, Nibiru was way cooler. Cold. I might say.

What's wrong with me? Why am I so...? I took a deep breath and tried to focus.

The two surrounding the hurting Marja looked at me with furious eyes. All of the pimping high energy I had left my body in a hurry. Like it was instantly evicted. Terror, fear, ice building up on my spine, hair standing on its ends, butterflies in my stomach, and cold sweat , it all happened at the same time. My knees quickly buckled before my weight. My tongue, vocal cords all froze. And waves after waves of adrenaline hit me. And I was back at it. My soul and body were no longer in synchronicity. I mean my soul was already halfway through the anus and my body stood frozen in place.

I have to take a run! My soul screamed from my anus. Open up!

Stand still maybe they hadn't noticed me. My body shouted through clenched teeth.

Run you asshole! My soul replied busting my ass open.

What the fuck is going on! My brain shouted, formulating all the dangers I was in. but I didn't even move. Hell, my heart was non existence. It did beat but barely. Instead of drumming loudly into my ears, what it did was health. A stealthy heart, stolen beats. That's what it was, health. Its beat was barely a whisper. It was like it was hiding itself. Blood flowed on my body like soft water on a stream hundred yards away, barely audible. Well at least the pulse was.

Their eyes went straight into mine. Searching and piercing right through me and burning ever single tissue they met on their search. Now, I know I haven't prayed in like a thousand years, but I gotta tell you. That brief moment, I had already prayed prayers for all those days missed in a thousand years. And I had already caught up with praying I was already praying the prayers I was going to pray next week. Hell, for the next four hundred years. I was way ahead of schedule.

My conscious mind couldn't comprehend the danger I was in. hell, it didn't even know what was going on. But my soul, hell, it knew everything, that's why it was trying to find way out of my bladder as my ass couldn't open up.

One of the Marjas leaned in close to me, fuck, it became eerie quiet. Not even my heart wanted to beat anymore. Even my brain, hell it didn't want to think. All my muscles relaxed. My diaphragm, gut muscles, they all became wet like... shit! I think I just wet my pants. Yep, I wet my pants.

I swallowed hard as the leaning in close Marja chuckled before saying, 'fear runs in deep with this one. He can't even keep his bladder closed.'

The Marja behind him laughed. A heartfelt laugh. Now I don't know if I have a funny bone, but I felt like laughing. But fear that was terrorizing my soul was way too great for my body to handle. But I did still have this bone in my heart that wanted to laugh, to talk hell, make a fool out of myself.

He pointed to the ground and I sat, actually, I went down like a sack of potatoes. Hell I closed my eyes. Daring not to see nor think of what they could do to me. 'Quiet strong too, he seems.' He added.

'Funny and impulsive, I like that.' The one who was laughing at me commented. Hell, he had an underlying voice of an angel, a good harp playing. His voice alone wanted to make me jump and dance like a happy kid.

'I only see an asshole, so let him go.' The torturer commented, his eyes still glued on Marja who was hurt. His voice drove me completely haywire. I mean he confused me for a moment, I didn't even know what my name was until I closed my eyes and they left me.

They continued whatever it is that they were doing; buzzing and drumming like bass drums only lower in pitch matters.

I opened my eyes as I heard moaning and groaning. I mean you can't blame me. I am only human. And like everyone say, 'an idiot', from earth.

'Ooh come on! That's...!' I shot up from the ground and met their eyes. All of them. Fear confusion, elation, all of those came over me at the same time. 'I'll just sit down, and close my eyes.' I said, knowing that it was the only perfect and sane thing to do.

I hid myself behind a chair and they continued their torture. With some kind of a buzzing and boom box bass that certainly felt like a beat. Produced by a two year old! Maybe a language because they were all making it. The four of them. Poor groaning Marja, his black veins were almost ready to burst. Blood, dark purple blood was oozing out of his nose and eyes. Sometimes, clots of it went out, like slime out of his mouth.

The fear, the silence, except their annoying buzzing was completely torturing. Gnawing at my skin, biting and chewing me.

'Oh come on! That's not music! I'm pretty sure machine gun Kelly's rap devil sounds way better than your bullshit! And trust me when I say this, it's the worst diss song ever.' Angel voice looked at me like, 'what the hell did you just say?' Oh I guess he is a stan.

'Okay fine I'll admit it, the kid got bars, and if he went against any other rapper he would have won, but you cant expect a lion to not eat you by hunting it with a bb gun. You only came with seasoning to be eaten. It'll be glad to eat you.'

His frown gave me the pride I once had. Not this fear that was lurking like a shadow behind me. And I couldn't help but say it, proudly, with a beaming smile, 'sometimes, I just amaze myself.'

Then the torturer looked at me. Probably like Dr Dre would when messing with his white dawg. "i didn't say Eminem's Revival album was bad." i defended myself and he darkened. every single thing inside of me started looking for an exit.