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Eeth Vs the architects part four.; It is the end.
Topic Started: Apr 8 2009, 02:08 AM (145 Views)
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There was no secret where the villains of this story were. There was only a secret on if they were really the villains of this world. Eeth proudly walked the floating steps, the hovering dangling spouts of rock that separated the tiny shack he had awoken in, to the floating malignant tumor of rock that hung above the shrine.

"Forget the burning sands. Forget the boiling rock. Forget the dragon within the mountain. Forget the fist of destiny. The alphabet soup. Forget the rock written with blood. The names are lost in the wind. Forget the dead, forget the cities again and again. It is a new age, the will comes harsh, and it will be done. The end of our world. The beginning of yours." He was talking now. A shorter rounder man, in a helmet, one that wrapped around his head and was only black as a screen in front, the screen taking shape as a bit of Japanese calligraphy. He was speaking, leaning on a railing for a tiny floating island, looking down over the school from the mountain. Preaching to them.

He was not the only one on the little island. There were a few of these men, all waring masks. Two were matching, their fingers fluttering across the air, pressing buttons that weren't there. Fiddling with the very basics of reality, ignoring the rest and working on the amusement of the universal code. The man from before, the one who stood on the street with the sideburns stood dead center, a deck of cards in his hand, with each flick of the wrist he created a new card, adding it to the deck. The deck simply grew bigger to make way.

Another on the barge, he looked small in the distance. Pointing forward, growing larger as he spoke the words. "Someone found us." Yes, it took this man of changing size and shape to point out Eeth, halfway up the floating steps.

Another masked man, a green domino mask with a cape hiding his shoulders and form shrugged. "Eh, not worth it." He said, gesturing a hand, letting the floating steps that Eeth was walking to shake and fall. The hero of the hour, nay the minute, the moment, a minuscule tick between ticks on the clock's second hand, made important for a brief flickering time, jumped forward with a great unseen might, to land hand on the railing of their little floating island.

The female one, the one fiddling with the code of reality. That cut the fabric of life and order, waved her hand in the air like a magic wand, a large round walk appearing through heavy air and carrying Eeth, his feet beneath it. "Might as well hear what it has to say."

Cape man grumbled and leaned back on the other side of the rail. An object of omnidimensional insignificance arriving in his hand, unseen to all but he. Eeth could not interest him, the mayor was not to be here. It was supposed to be something quiet and simple now that it had started. "So dear, what is it you want?" The female said, her head and hands returning to what she had been working on.

"What I want? I want my damn daughter, to go home, and to get some morning nookie from my wife before breakfast. That is what I damn well want!" Brandishing the old man cane, as if it meant something to these beings. The earlier man, who had given the speech turned to shake his head.

"Home? What home? It has no place in our glorious new year. It is not the world. Nor is your wife, or you. Your daughter however...she's half Asian, our studies show people like that. She can stay."

"Stay? New year? The crap are you talking about?!" Eeth was a pissed off drunk going through quite a terrible night. Confusing him and talking in big words was not a good idea. Nor was denying him his morning nookie.

"The world my dear boy. We are making a brave new world. Free of the traps and the issues of the past. You don't have to remember, have to work, you just have to be!" Mr. Sideburns, the one with the cards was talking now.

"Okay, first off, could the person I ask the question of be the person to answer me?" Eeth was crossed indeed. Jumping around in conversations was not the greatest skill of a drunk.

"Seems fair to me." Cape boy did not even look up from his reading.

"Alright, let's start at the real beginning-"

THE MOMENT OF CREATION, THE BIG BANG!!

"-No not that. I mean who the hell are you people?"

"Ah. We're the architects. We are the masters of this world. We shape it, we decide when things are real and what is not. Without us the world is empty." Cape boy answered that one. Seemed like a fair enough one wasn't it?

"Okay, so you've always been in charge of this world? That would make you god right?" Eeth had some form of point.

"Well I am. These come and go." Sideburns talked, flipping up a new card, deciding he did not like it and threw it behind him.

"So you are not the first architects?"

"Of course not." Cape moved forward, without losing his reading material, lifting up a card, flipping it upside down and sliding it back into the ever shuffling deck.

"So you aren't the first. That means there are different architects, there is change. There were ones before you, and that means there are ones after you." He was getting there. "So you come and go in this world, but I stay here right? Does that not make me the greater being?"

"This is our universe. If you do not like it, go play architect of your own. Children playing in the sand are quite common, though it always ends with them smashing their own castles." Cape boy seemed to have a bit to say today. Don't worry, that is the last we will hear from him.

"You know what. No. This is crap. This is my universe. I don't care what you are going to do. You cannot just tell me I do not exist. If I don't go along with it, what is going to happen? Am I just going to cease to be?" Eeth was getting pissy, remembering that they had originally said he was going to get written out of life.

"No. Your card is still in my deck." The man with the sideburns held out the card, a likeness of Eeth, smiling a drunken smile. "However, these might not be." Between his fingers he drew the office of mayor, he drew Eeth's home, he drew Eeth's wife, he drew Eeth's life.

"No one is going to tell me I do not exist. And I am not going to let you decide what I have and have not done in my life! It is my life dammit, I am in charge of it, and you cannot change it without my acceptance!"

"You're right, we can't. We are just doing what we believe are for the best. We're trying to right all the wrongs in this world, the ones you made, and the ones we made. Don't you want things to be better?"

"Of course I do. Who doesn't want the world to be better! We'd love it to rain hamburgers and for a magical sex harem to spring up whenever we wanted some. But that is not life. That does not help anything. If change has to happen, it has to happen from my hands, from our hands. Not from some great beings from on high!" Yes, we are getting to the ultimate point of this story, for all the weary travelers, the half drunk readers, those that stalk through the shadows. The reason we are all here, was this.

"So why are you unwilling to do it? If you are not willing to change the world, to work for it, to be involved, how dare you shame us for trying to do what you refuse." The helmet, the sideburns, the cape, the distant man and the two touching reality spoke in unison. Their voices becoming one. "You are complaining, you are fighting us for doing what you want, simply because you are not doing it. But you will not do it."

"So that's it then." The mad mayor, the drunk, the always forgotten hero, the man with a million plans sat down on the floating rock, defeated. "Our story ends, just because of me? Because of people like me?"

"The story is not over. Yes, the world as you know it will end. But there will be another to rise from the ashes. It is up to you to decide if it becomes just like this one, if it becomes better, or it is worse. Your actions and those of everyone else are needed now more then ever."

The man sat for a moment. He thought. He took the time out of his life, to listen and to realize things. In the hunt for the simplest and most important thing in his life, the meaning for his existence, he had seen the truth and the coming end of the world.

"Do what you want. But I swear if one hair on my daughter's head is harmed. Not even every reality, every universe, every architect and every god can save you from what me."

This was his place then. Eeth accepted it, finally. He was ready to see the world around him end. For a new one to rise, and to see life again. His daughter jumped off the floating rail device that carried the so called masters of this world, landing next to her father and hugging him tight. If this was how the world ended, with his daughter in his arms, then so be it.
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