//------------------------------// // Medication // Story: We're Not Alone Anymore // by LifeIsForPenguinHugs //------------------------------// As I limped down the hall I mumbled, “Fucking dip shit ass architects, can't properly support a goddamn vent. Ah fuck, is this what it feels like to be a hundred?” My anger lowered slightly as I saw Christi run to me.She enveloped me in a hug, but the bone crushing strength caused my pained back to well get more pain. “Ah! Let me go!” She dropped me and had a look of concern on her face. “Are you alright Alexander?” “No! I need drugs! Lots and lots of drugs!” “I have lsd, crayon dust, ground angel feathers, and happy leaf what do you want?” “Can you repeat the first one?” If I heard her right she said lsd which hurt my brain because they shouldn't be able to synthesize a drug like that. “Uhhh I said skeeze.” My eyes narrowed as I attempted to get her to admit her attempt at lying. But no matter how much I glared and no matter how much she sweated out of fear I thought fuck it need pain meds. “Whatever destroys my pain.” Her face grew into a joyful expression as I was picked up bridal style but still in pain. I started blanking in and out of consciousness as we walked down a spiral stone staircase. One moment I was in a stone hall, in the other I was in sitting in a waiting room with a guy typing on an extremely ancient 1970’s computer. But 1970’s business place had to wait as I was dropped onto a soft bed. If I wasn't in pain I’d probably be happy to be on this bed. But every feather felt like it was my Brutus and I was its Julius. In my delirious state I yelled out, “ET TU BRUTE!” Christi just stared at me from the portal hole to hell known as a kitchen until she went back in. “Si enim Deus est enim mihi placet!” “What’re you speaking?” “Ego loqui lingua Spiritus Sancti!” “Uhhh I got the pain killers.” My eyes upon hearing that statement I flew up and stole the weird alien maple leaf thing from her hand. “What do I do with this maple leaf?” “First you take off one of the points and put it under your tongue. Also don’t bogart it! I'm almost out.” “All I hear is wah wah.” I laughed after my lovely comeback but I instantly regretted it. “Pain, you mysterious cunt you.” Without further delay I opened my mouth and popped in the narcotic. I look at the wall clock and see the almost magic time; 4:21. I wanted to say this was bullshit until I could see sideways through time. As I turned my head I could see an infinite number of mes and not mes. My hand raised and yellow spoke to me. “Oi mate, I’ll pop you in the gob I swear on me mum!” I gazed to my left and saw young me kissing Stacy’s mom cause she had it going on. Then to my right and saw older me in armor shooting Woodie’s kin to usurp a throne from a cunt. Then I looked up and saw a good day for a white wedding, then down and saw Schrodinger’s dog sitting on a box. To my ninety degree right I saw two monsters fighting. One was a crustacean from the Proterozoic era and the other was a water lizard from the Mesozoic era they were fighting over tree fiddy. I look to my other ninety degree right angle to see Christi looking at me while pointing. “I like you!” She shouted I wanted to say something but I suddenly forgot the English language and could only giggle. I gazed out the room window and could see the entire universe, Russian ships were converging to the right around 48 solar systems away while another type of ship. A more stereotypical round disc shape was coming from the left at around fifteen solar systems away. But that was replaced by the sun winking at me. I was now on a lone island in some kind of green sea. I saw a green lady holding a torch, I fell to my knees and screamed. “YOU BLEW IT UP! YOU MONSTERS! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!” But I still don't think this drug kicked in yet. Now I’m lost in a cave and turn around in fear of Santa Claus I see an onion. “Onions are like ogres, we have layers. Also it’s all onion now.” Then I wake up as a stump, I see an old man walk to me and starts to talk. “Tree, you've been my best friend for many years. I played with you as a wee boy, I ate your food as an older wee boy, as an adult I cut you down to make my family a home, now as a old man I ask of one last thing before I pass from this world.*sigh* May I have your forgiveness?” I tried to respond but I remembered I was a stump and stumps are dead trees. I am Woodie's great, great, great, great, great grandson. I sit by Master’s side, he strokes my wooden head as he breathes through the clear tube. We were in the Get Betterer Palace, healers ran to and fro. I look at my master and see his old face. I was told that he was a God that he would live forever but I now realize it was a lie. He can die and I had the misfortune to see and be there for it to happen. He noticed that I was watching him and he weakly lifted his hand to pat my head. He smiled a small smile as he looked into my turquoise eyes and I gazed up into his brown ones, I see them close and his hand slides down my body. Loud beeps ring through the room and I hear Master’s mate cry. I cry now, but I must continue our legacy and pass my story onto my future young so that he will never be forgotten. For I am Beowulf last born of the Oaken Clan, last born under the Master’s loving gaze. In my now prideful state I look at Master’s mate and know it is my duty to comfort her in her time of despair. The hospital faded and in its place I was in the Business Place and there sat a man with a trimmed white beard in a business guy suit. “Next.” Was the only thing he spoke, I gazed around the room and noted that I wasn't alone. Hundreds of other humans were either reading a physical magazine or playing a game of their data pads. But none stood up so I guess that means I'm next. As I stood and walked my steps echoed and the guy typing on the 1970s computer looked at me but went back to typing. I looked at the desk and see a nameplate thing and saw it said Shimon. “Name?” “Uh Alexander.” He pinched the bridge of his nose while he sighed. “Your full name.” “Uh...sorry. Alexander Kovalyov.” “I said full name.” “*sigh* Alexander Nicole Kovalyov.” With more clacks of the keyboard he spoke again. “It's not your time, see you in fifty years.” Before I could ask him what the fuck he was talking about when I woke up on the cold stone floor. I looked around and saw the clock with a smiley face. It had the time 8:40. I felt like I needed to be somewhere but couldn't put a finger on it. I looked around and saw Christi sleeping with her dress changed to green. I stood on my stuff legs shuffled to her, as I got to her I nudged her face with my shoeless foot. She just groaned and rolled over. “Wake up,” this time I kicked her claw arm thing and she sat up with a jolt and looked at me then the clock. Her face changed from confused to scared as she yelled. “WE’RE LATE!”