Unreality

A small piece depicting the dangers and potentially destructive and self destructive effects of isolation. And also the disconnection from emotion and civility that can occur.

 

I slept in late today.

Puffy eyed and lacking promise I emerge from my pit...

Doesn’t matter though, I’ll be in the City within seconds.

Grabbing a coffee and a burger from the kitchen.

I'm ready....

 

Shortly I’m in midtown, I happen to be on foot and I’m feeling quite cranky and bored today, so I hijack the nearest car just for fun and bludgeon the driver to death with a baseball bat taking all of his cash as well as his car.

No reason to obey the traffic laws, I tear around the streets wantonly mowing down any wayward pedestrians who wander into my path.

Its fun.

 

After a while I stop fooling around, and before long I’m engaged in a hit for the mafia.

Stopping off at a gun store on the way I pick up a pistol, an AK47, and a rocket launcher.

Lock and load man.

On the way to the hit I get out of my car and casually lay waste to a few nearby buildings just to test the accuracy of my rocket launcher. I mow down a dozen or so bystanders with the AK to see that it has the effect I want, and with the pistol I take a few potshots at passing cars, hoping to hit a fuel line. I do, and happily watch a vehicle in fast motion go boom as it smashes into a medley of parked cars and creates a beautiful cascading dance of flame fire and sinew.

The police arrive, so my rocket launcher gets a real workout.

I take down one of their choppers, incinerate several of their vehicles, and cause multiple fatalities.

Finally the police are able to subdue me. A blizzard of gunfire and grenades consumes me, and I am torn to pieces as my empty husk of a body collapses to the ground, as dead as a dodo.

 

Pretty bored of this now though.

 

Within minutes I’m crawling through a ventilation shaft of a snow bound military facility, hoping to infiltrate it and subdue the terrorists who are holding hostages within.

As I mentioned though, pretty cranky and bored today to be honest.

I drop out of the ventilation shaft and my feet and legs smack into the head and neck of a nearby sentry at great velocity, snapping him like a twig with a thrilling and very audible sound that makes me feel like a real warrior. For fun I hurl a few grenades in various directions and the alarm is soon raised, but it doesn’t matter because I’m armed with a FAMAS machine gun. I’m able to take out at least a score of guards with my powerful weapon. Blood and limbs and screams of agony scattering about in randomly plotted directions as I enjoy the rampant frenzy of death.

 

But there are too many of them, they kill me, and I let out a scream of pain as I fall to the ground in a bullet hole laden heap of wasted flesh…

 

 

 

Within another few minutes I’m running across a two dimensional landscape of primary colour, populated with robotic creatures with animals trapped within them.

 

I occasionally curl my whole body into the shape of a ball and using myself as a weapon I catapult myself at the robots, shattering them into fragments and freeing the creatures within.

But that really doesn’t keep me entertained and I’m feeling a bit reckless.

I spot a deep cavernous void full of water and decide to leap headlong in. I remain fully submerged until starved of oxgen and my lungs are flooded. I drown, quickly and without fuss I am dead.

 

 

 

I’m exhausted and my head hurts.

There isn’t any food so I order take away.

Sure is late, been a long and busy sort of day actually.

My food arrives and I eat it and think I should probably go to bed unless I want to sleep in again tomorrow. Ah Screw it I decide, there just might be time for a quick trip to an ancient tomb thousands of mile across the other side of the world to unravel a few puzzles, avoid a few perilous situations, and maybe get to shoot some creatures too…..

 

Lost.

Floating in a deep murky and pixel populated dream world of obscurity.

The waste of time isn’t something I’m ignorant of, but I’m happy here, here I can be anything, do anything.

I cast a gaze out of my window at the dull and out of focus world that lies beyond it.

It looks dark and mean and unwelcoming. I’m happy where I am.

Think I’ll sleep in tomorrow too……

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Hey, thank you so much for taking the time to read my work.
Please, don't be shy to give me your very welcome opinion! :)

Reviews

[Brett Pritchard]

I have it!
It's about a life unlived leading to numb and subliminally expressed suicidal urges.
Ha! knew it'd be somethin' cheerfull. ;)

BP

[Brett Pritchard]

Okay.
I admit this one needs work. It's kind of half an idea, I know what the notions of the piece are but I'm not really sure what it is I'm trying to say with the piece....

I'll revise it soon.

BP