One foot in front of the other. She continued to march to the drum playing absently in her mind. "Rajni" no longer existed, only a shell that continued to go through doors, watch scenes, replay bits and pieces of lives that were not her own. Yet some were.
She was creation.
No, my name is-
She was created for a single purpose, for the collection
Rajni Patel and-
of information, as an extension of Creation. She was a legacy. She was powerful, and nothing would stand in her way. It all made sense now; the wandering, the factions, the fighting, the girl, the girl, the girl-
The memory glitched for a moment and she shook her head. No, she was not that person anymore. She was now creation. Those memories were not her own, they were merely a part of a series of memories for Creation. This made sense, this was right.
Whether she was Rajni or not, she awoke. Not the proper type in a bed or a couch or crashing after a long day. More like an awakening. A realization, a coming forth.
Pink is easily identifiable in a sea of green. She is gangly, and stands out amongst the thorns in a bright burst of bloodied pink. Rajni- what was Rajni, smiled gently. Her hands had been made to heal- hadn't she said that enough?
As she moved forward, the vines receded and she picked the girl up like a sack of potatoes. Just like the girl had done to her. It was all very mechanical, and she barely recognized her actions. Was she in fact Rajni, registering her savior and returning the favor, or was she Creation, trying to fulfill more memories? This one was not so sure anymore.
Whatever part of Rajni's personality remained at least propelled her forward enough to take her glasses back. A favor for a favor. As she rotated the glasses in her hands, she noticed the vines that created her being unraveling, becoming undone. So she was trapped, just as she was in the white room, just as she was in the red room. So be it. The gift of creation was so much more.
You are not me.
She walked up the stairs slowly, leaving her rescuer at the base. The pink one- she had a name, didn't she? All of these thoughts and more burst through her mind; it seemed her mind had expanded to a size greater than it had been before. Vaguely she recognized the uninfected, that the "virus" that Fantasia had warned her about had in fact pervaded its way into her being. She knew she was fading, she knew it was coming to an end.
Rajni- what was Rajni, embraced creation. She returned home.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
