StivenSmith

"I SEE THE DARKNESS..."

CHAPTER ONE: "Don't be die..."

Blood was gaping before his eyes... She flooded all it's parts and even the invisible, dying heart. However, the blood was not his. And yet, she poured it from head to toe. And at the same time, the suspension creaked, now its white "Datson - Hornet" fifty-eighth year. However, he himself creaked. There was a lot of blood, she was everywhere... Even by car. And at this time, somewhere the groan of a dying tramp could be heard. Ringing the chain, the car turned the next way... The steering wheel is light and silent. Like him. That's just distinguished them, in fact, one simple truth! A car is a car and he is a man. Even if in the body of the car. Although... What is the difference. If people themselves drive by cars and create cars in which they then sit and do something, for which they may become ashamed of their creator... Thoughts were layered one after another. As if it is a sharp and bitter onion, from which, look, tears will flow. And they went, and it happened exactly at that moment when he heard the old and painfully familiar song "Information Society - What's on Your Mind". Which played from the radio in the car... And then suddenly, after a while, you realise one moment! That thing have a free and easy words and music! But, that all with soul... Soul of America and... When you drive you'r car and turn the radio and then... You hear that words... Words of American gospel. And you realise two things. One: America is still America! But, America is not America, like in thouse times... And two: Yeah, that was amazing... But, now, we've got a job, pay cheks, problems and, yeah right, we've got a big hole. And that hole - is LIFE... Then... He see the Darkness... Plays tense music. Suddenly, gluing. From darkness to the scene. The something moves straight through the room, through it. It is slowly approaching the person who is sitting at the end of the room. Near the window, at the table. Perhaps sipping beer. At the same time, there are captions. Here, at the same time, the phone rings and gluing takes place, the forcing music supports this effect. All this glueing goes to darkness. In it, darkness, the dialogue begins. The first words are uttered by a man from the pipe, a voice scared.

- Jay, "HE" is back...

Further, this man is answered by Jay himself, the voice is calm, but not fully.

- Understood, I will soon...

Sharp gluing machine with Jay rides around the city. The something, coming, is aimed at the face of the main character. On the sides of this frame, with memories and thoughts, neon signs and other things rush by. They go on the same frame, just inserted like in a movie, neatly and keeping a general view of the face. And during all this time, a monologue of chapters.

- “IT”, not “HE”, buddy, namely “IT”.

- So my desire for a "case" has returned... What was that? All these days, all these years? God, this city seemed to have eaten me... I hunted down, raped my mind, seduced me... And then I devoured. Son of a bitch, he did not even choke! And after that, what could be worse? Perhaps nothing... If only, "IT" did not defeat you into the very depths of this, hellish, cauldron where you and your "friends" are and they... That is, you are all. All of you are boiling in this, crappy broth. Acquiring, after this, the flavor of dullness and "normality", but, how not to say, "IT"... "IT" always remains fresh and sobering... Damn, either I kicked again, or I finally left the coils, if... If I talk so calmly about this, but... No one hears me there, why am I talking to myself? I have a revolver, maybe I can just finish this shit... - Talking Jay about his Psychosocial world place. Something like this, and right there, after the final word, there follows a sharp transition-gluing to darkness. The something ends with captions. Captions in his head. Then, sharp gluing from the dark to the scene. The sounds of the city and all those who live in it... Canal, ditch or another, very, dirty and rotten place of this rotting city. Perhaps hoboplace or quiet street, without people. Then the hero stands and looks at all this madness, vice and deception... Then he says.

- The city of gloomy slums... The world is useless, as these and people that live in this shit. The world is rotten, as the bodies of these people, their souls, and they ... They are all in holes, as if from bullets that tear apart your flesh ...
I am leaving this world: "Abandon all hope ye who enter here"...

Sharp gluing from the scene to the dark. Strange sound... And something break... The next day... From somewhere outside, he heard the Familiar song. "Barns Courtney - Glitter and Gold". Darkness again. The Darkness, the sounds of the city on it's background... Suddenly! Sharp transition-gluing, from darkness to the scene. The something, very smoothly and slowly, moves towards the person who is sitting on the bench. He is out of focus, blurred... The something is still moving towards it and here... A bus passes sharply, in the process, the focus changes. Now, the person is not blurred, the somrthing is moving in the same way. And so, another bus is blocking the person, a minute and he is leaving. There is no person anymore. Sharply, the transition is gluing to the dark. Title in a head... Here, the phone suddenly rings. His call sounds seven times. All this happens before the seventh ringing tone. After which, there is gluing. The man takes the tube from the stop. The cloudes moves in the top, slowly, from left to right. At the end of the right side, at the table, sits the same man with a stop. In the right hand tube. All this time there is a dialogue.

- Aghhh, what happend, Bill...

- Johseff, "IT", "IT" come back, "IT", fucking, come back! - Scream the some man in the phone.

Pause, crying out of the tube... Unexpected continuation.

- don't leave me, don't leave me please...

- Allright, I come... - Say the first man. After that, gluing on the darkness. On her background the sound of the car. Again, gluing, this time, the something is aimed at the car, it moves along the desert road. The something, sharply glued, is sent to the driver. Here, he is overcome by memories-pictures of the past. One after another they change and appear in different parts of the mind. One of them is about the cemetery. The memory goes to full head, slowly... In it, he goes to the grave and... Gluing! On the driver. Then on the car, the something moves independently of it, but in its direction and stops at the stop sign. The car goes on... Sharp gluing to the darkness, at the same time, the sound of the impact is heard... Suddenly, the voice of a man from the tube sounds sharply and quietly. Voice as when calling.

- Don't be die...

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