When Darkness Meets Darkness
Written By: Mel (Taken_and_Kaned/ Morganna Kayne) © August 2006
Chapter 2
He lay awake wondering just where he went wrong? The curtains blew in the night air that entered the half open window, the breeze felt good against his face. He hadn’t been able to sleep since he returned home from his venture into the past. That was just under two years that he had traveled back to that two store white house where he and his brother took refuge from the world around them, only wishing there were walls separating them from the mother who showed them little to no care or love. It was no wonder he turned out as he did…lost and alone, cold and heartless.
His curly locks framed his face as he lay on his side facing the open window. The black bird stood his ground on the wooden perch near his head. His room reflected his darkened heart and colorless life…all but the shade of purple. There was no understanding by either him nor anyone else, as to why the color purple. He don black and gray most often, resuming the career of an undertaker, working with other lifeless beings that once walked the earth, who knows what they were doing?
He often wondered what his brother was doing now; he knew he had made it out of the house that night, something told him he was alive. He couldn’t help but wonder if he were to ever meet him again, what it might be like? Much time had passed and things were different now, but would his brother forgive him for almost killing him? And what was the rage that sent him off that night all about? What created that heartless being, that evil being that showed no regret for what he’d done…until perhaps now?
The soft breeze had finally aided him to sleep for the night, the soothing sound and cool touch to his already cold face. Some how he slept the whole night through that night, waking to the sun that shown through the window’s satin curtains, reaching above his head to stretch the night’s sleep away he opened his eyes slowly.
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Pulling the blankets over his head, slowly stretching every part of his body from his head to his toes, the bulky man relaxed once again before deciding to throw one leg over the edge of the bed as to try to make some effort to rise. He was finally starting to understand what other human beings felt, finally starting to explore what others were going through and how other humans functioned in the world today. He had spent so much of his life as monster, living hidden away because he was too uncivilized to associated with other human beings. He did things on his terms and only his terms…unless there happened to be a time that someone would test him, stand up to him. And then, and only then did he have any connection with others.
He slowly rose from the oversized bed and walked into the dressing room, a place that he spent a great deal of time in. It wasn’t until just recently that he had even known what a good home felt like. A mirror attached to the dressing table showing his bare face – scares and all – was a window to what he now knew was a human soul. Though he wished to forget the past, it wouldn’t leave the bellows of his memory as he so wished.
Now he too had a typical life, with a house, a job and a world that he was comfortable in. He was no longer a machine, a monster…he was no longer emotionless and cold. Though a part of that would always be with him, no matter how hard he tried to forget.
At night, the pictures would invade his dreams, the memories would haunt him – dance through his mind, like a reminder of where he came from. The times that he would play with fire as he had no feeling in most parts of his body – or when he would bash his head against the side of the house, hoping to one-day scream in pain…nothing!
Waking in the middle of the night in cold sweats, wondering just where he was, leaving him with feelings of abandonment and coldness…once knowing a life of only pain and anger. The emotions hadn’t started to return until just recently…the way of life he had know all too well escaping through his fingers like milk through a sieve. He could almost
feel the past, the pain, the memories that kept him awake or gave him nightmares. It was enough that one person had to go through what he went through but to keep that with him all these years, that was what didn’t make sense to him.
He turned on the shower feeling the water to just the right temperature, getting his wide but strong frame ready for the bathing, he looked at the mirror that was quickly steaming up. Smiling a weak smile, he realized that
this was
his house and
this was
his life! He had come a long way, too long of a way to have anything destroy it all now.
Reaching his hand out to feel the beads of water fall upon it…
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Reaching his hand slowly out towards the falling water he waited to feel the first drop hit the palm of his hand. It was a beautiful sight for even he to see, his eyes were wide with wonder almost like a small child in the candy store for the very first time. It was more than he could take in all at once, he needed to time it all just right.
The water fall that stood before him was almost three stories high, water flowing from the very top to the very bottom, casting rainbows along the other walls of the room, rocks and stones made the ground with plantation that gave the effect of being outdoors. With rooms such as this, this place was a mansion – a castle. Even for a man of his reputation, this was a sight of great beauty – and all man made for the pleasure of…only the owner?
“I see you’ve found the garden room…you must have slept a little?” The Dark Lord stood in the arched doorway that separated the garden room from the rest of the unknown parts of the great house he stood in.
“Yes, I slept – better than I would have imagined. Thanks” The southern drawl making itself known again, he stood back as the Dark Lord entered, showing him various parts of the room that he took great pride in.
“You are the first that I have given the privilege to enter and see my living quarters, you are the first that I have allowed into my space. I hope I have chosen well with you and that you will be grateful for what I have allowed you.” He stood tall, his presence almost overwhelming, powerful, and almost ominous.
“Yes, thank you Dark Lord! I appreciate your hospitality. It is a great honor to be in your presence, in your quarters. I have only dreamt of witnessing in person all that I have had the privilege to within the past 24 hours. I think of myself a man of the darkness.” The badass winked a little with his left eye, not so sure he should have done so. He stood still and waited for the Dark Lord to acknowledge him and lead him where he wished him to be.
“I have a feeling that we are more similar than I had thought. Looking at you when you first approached last night, I knew that there was something similar about us, but I could no put my finger upon it. I still can not but am getting closer.” He pointed toward the doorway and let the other leave before him.
“Follow this hallway and enter the second door on your right.” The voice sounding hallow as it had the night before in the alter room. He could feel the presence of the Dark Lord following behind him.
“This room is filled with old artifacts that I have collected over the years, things I have inside that others only wish they could view much less own. I have worked on my collection for years.” The badass looked around the room, the walls filled to the high ceiling – the room huge, filled as though it were a museum of some kind. Just what who was he that would collect such things, more the question, that was have the ability to buy such things.
“It’s amazing!” The badass still turning around, slowly, taking in every piece of what made up this special room. Artifacts from the civil war, WWI and WWII, The great depression, Russia, Korean War, the list went on – everything in it’s own place – kept neatly and in mint condition. The room must be worth a fortune, a no small one at that.
“Just what do you plan to do…
American Badass? Have you figured out
why you have come into my quarters, why you stumbled upon my path?” The voice filling the room he stood in. He took a step forward and waited for a response.
“I – I have not. But I’m hoping for a good explanation sometime soon. All I know is that I’ve only
DREAMED of visiting a place such as yours. I’ve only
DREAMED of meeting someone such as you. I know that people have had their dreams come true, but this is a little too much, man!” He started to feel a bit comfortable with the great being that stood in front of him, only a globe between them. He had really hoped there be a good explanation of why he was here. Though some small part of him still swore he were dreaming. As hard as he tried to wake himself, he realized he was already awake and very much experiencing everything that was before him.
Just as he turned around to leave the room, he felt a hand lay gently on his right shoulder…
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Turning around he looked right into the eyes of the beautiful woman that stood before him. Holding her arms out towards him, the brunette curls bouncing about her soft delicate face, the petite figure was slowly engulfed inside the strong arms of the man she had grown to know and love. He had only dreamt of the day that he would hold a woman, with the face like his and a past that haunted him, he was no good for another human being, much less a female. And until recently, that was the furthest thing from his mind. Now that things were different, now that he had started to work through his dark past, he allowed himself to start to feel, slowly…but all the same.
He stepped out of the bathroom with his arms wrapped tightly around here, flinging her on the bed just inside the next room. He liked to play and have fun, no matter how much he tried to lead on he was dead inside It was not without a fight and hard work that she was given the privilege to begin to get to know all that was he – all that was the man people called…Kane!
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