Getting a little depressed again. This piece started to play out in my head last night, and it is told from the perspective of the White Voice from the previous entry. No Rachel, I did not right this entry to add insult to injury, I wrote it to vent my feelings, like I did with "The End" back in June last year.

Brian stood frozen, staring off into some point in space; it did not matter where his physical body was, for he had contracted into his own mind once again. I sat upon a balcony looking down at the scene beneath me. On this plane we were in a movie theatre-like setting. During most parts of the day the place would play Brian’s various day-dreams to no audience, or at least so we thought.

            Gripping his temples Brian shouted, “No, no, no! Shut up!” Brian pointed. In a row about six from the screen sat a boy dressed in all black, which is where Brian’s finger lead. Brian had an expression of horror upon his face when he saw who it was sitting there, “How did you survive?”

            “Shut up, I’m watching the movie!” It was Kenny, still alive. Even I was surprised by this; I thought he’d been killed in the blast that took Jareth, Spyke, Casanova, and the Fifth voice. Kenny ignored Brian and watched intently.

            “I asked you a question! How did you survive?”

            “I’ll explain after, come on this is my favorite part!” Kenny never took his eyes off the screen.

On the screen Brian stood on the ceiling of a room he’d never been in, so had to make it up himself. None of the details mattered, only the people in it. On the floor was another boy, oblivious to Brian’s presence, the poor bastard. I knew what was going to happen; I’ve seen this feature several times before, although the outcome could possibly have alternate endings, they usually ended the same way. Brian walked down the wall to come to the ground level with the other boy, “You’ve become quite a problem for me.” Brian said. The second boy turned around, and to no surprise it was Jeremy. Well actually it probably wasn’t, the boy on the screen was just an avatar that represented him.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter; you’ve caused me too many problems. Now normally I would just kill you and move on, but for some reason I feel like giving you options so listen carefully. One, you can break up with Rachel and never contact her again, and live. I’m sure the last part of that is appealing to you. Now you’re second option is that I kill you and it’ll have the same effect. Except of course you’ll be dead, which will be nice for me, but probably not for you.”

Jeremy lifted a finger as if to say something, but Brian cut him off.

“If you’re going to say anything other than a choice of the options I don’t want to hear it, now choose.” Usually this is the part of the movie I tune out of, but I can guess that Jeremy won’t give up so Brian kills him in some way. I’m not sure though. Kenny and Brian, not the on-screen Brian mind you, began to talk again.

Kenny patted the seat next to him with his hand, “Come, have a seat Brian, lets chat shall we?”

Brian complied by sitting to his left, “Now I’ll ask you again, how did you survive?”

“He wasn’t the only one to survive!” Across the aisle sat another copy of Brian. The real Brian looked toward the voice but Kenny did not, I assume because he knew who it was. I glanced as well, wanting to know. I was relieved to see it was not the Fifth, but worried that it was not Spyke, or Jareth. That only left Casanova. Sure enough, it was him, sitting in a seat eight rows from the screen. Due to the fact that he represented sexual desire, he was completely naked.

“I’m going to have to burn that seat twice…” I said quietly to myself.

Also being that he represented lust, he was better endowed than the real Brian. “We both survived in the same way.”

“Yup, I thought I was dead too, but turns out you’d only left me dazed for a few days, and honestly Brian if the fear of losing her didn’t kill me, I don’t think anything will.” Kenny said, leaning toward Brian, “After your explosion we hinged on the line between life and death, between being independent up here, or being integrated into you like Jareth and Spyke. Turns out though, heartbreak is so powerful that it leaves behind doubt and fear, so me basically.”

“And as far as me surviving, you’re a guy, so you can’t suppress your lust, sorry kid.”

“Damn.” Brian said.

“Come on now Brian, nothing has changed, you know that, I know that, and he knows that.” Kenny pointed to me up in the balcony, “So give up on her, she’s only hurting you.” To my shock, Kenny leaned in to Brian’s neck and bit him, but it was much more than a bite, Kenny had sunk his fangs into Brian’s neck. Brian did not recoil he was submissive. The lights were on in the theatre, I could see the wound where Kenny had bitten Brian, the wound and the surrounding area was turning blue.

“You’re right.”

“No Brian he’s poisoning you!” I shouted from the balcony.

Brian looked up at me, “Shut up you! Do you even honestly exist? I thought you were perfect, what I looked forward to being again, but is it even possible? Are you just an unattainable goal? I saw the way John crumbled under the same pressure I was under. You’re nothing!”

“Brian, you have to stand through the storm! Rise above it! This may sound a little like Kenny, but come on, she fell way too hard way too fast, it can’t last.”

Brian looked at me with an astonished look on his face, “Are you even a part of me? Can you feel my pain? Do you have any idea what this feels like?!” Brian started to raise his voice.

“Do not turn your back on me now! If you do you’ll never become integrated with me.” I leapt down from the balcony to the aisle.

“You be quiet! You know as well as I that these were all her actions, she chose this all! She holds the key to reintegration, but she doesn’t seem to be using it!” Kenny hissed at me.

“Why am I taking this?” Brian said, he began to writhe as Kenny placed a hand on his shoulder.

“That’s right Brian, writhe at the tip of the golden arrows of love, let them hinder your logic and reason, and let me drink in your misery like wine. Hatred is so exquisite!”

Brian began to scream from the pain, “Stop! Stop it all!”

“Yes Brian wouldn’t you rather be shot with a lead arrow? Love is pain, apathy is Nirvana!” Kenny enjoyed Brian’s pain; it was evident from the look of ecstasy on his face.

Soon Brian passed out, I was there to pick him up in my arms and hold him close. Protect him from Kenny as best I could. The blue area around his neck seemed to be growing, but ever so slightly. I sprouted large angelic wings from my back and wrapped them around Brian’s unconscious body as I ascended away from the theatre. “Don’t give up on me now kid, our time will come.”

From the theatre floor Kenny called out, “This is a dark hour for you! We may not have as much power without the Fifth, but we can still do a hell of a number on you!”

“Hey speak for yourself; I seemed to have some effect.” Casanova said to Kenny.

Ignoring him Kenny continued, “You’ll have to return to face me sometime! Surprise surprise, my cold hard logic defies your blind faith! I’m coming back!” Everything faded to black.