Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Daniel The Lion

A piece from a guest author :)

Aaron's: Daniel the Lion

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Daniel stepped onto the train more than a man. He thought about leaving, not by train but by transcendence. He sat in his stiff, purple pew and imagined that if he focused hard enough he could leave his body behind. He could leave his ugly face. He could leave his greasy hair, his fat ass, his dirty clothes. He could leave his fear, his rage, his lust; his lust. He could leave his feet, blistered and callused; his back, sore and scarred. And his hands. His hands. His hands. Godforsaken hands. And the blood, her blood.

Daniel thought about sun and snow and blood and tears. Daniel thought about lips and skin and heavy tits. He thought of a pussy, ripened pink and fingertips, wet. Daniel thought about leaving, transcending. Too much though. Too much to lose. Too much left to gain, to take, to make. Too much history. Too much time. Too much time to think is dangerous.

What was she like? What was she like before? He wondered. Before she became something else. Was her skin softer then? Warmer? What were her eyes like? He knew them wide and glistening white; dark irises and large pupils. Was she beautiful then? Beautiful like she was now. I made her beautiful, he thought. I made her a goddess.

Daniel sat on the train more than a man. He thought about leaving, not by train but by transcendence. He looked at his reflection in the train window and upon noticing it, fervently wiped a spot of red from his upper lip. His stomach rumbled. It was the rumble of mortal hunger and he ignored it. Daniel had already sated the only hunger he cared to acknowledge this day; or rather, she had sated it. As he stared at his ethereal self, his real focus was on the visions in his mind.

Daniel couldn’t fight the flashes. In all of history no one ever could. Eyes. Teeth. Fingers. Flesh. Tits. Fucking. Lips red. Mouth open. Hair. Blood. Hands. Hands. Flesh bruised. Eyelashes. His dick. Her cunt. Home. Transcendence. Daniel. Daniel. “Daniel!”

Fuck, Daniel.” She said. “What have you done?”

No.” Daniel whispered aloud on the train.

Fuck, Daniel.” She said again, louder this time. “You look disgusting.”

No.” Daniel whispered aloud on the train. “You can’t; not now.”

Wash it off.” She yelled. “Wash it off now, or I’ll do it for you.”

No.” He cried out on the bathroom floor. “I wanted to be like you.”

You’re not like me. You’re like him. You’re just like him.” She said as tears seeped out of the corner of her eyes. “I’m going to have to teach you to be something else, something stronger.”

No.” He cried out, tied to a kitchen chair. “It’s too hot. The water’s too hot!”

Water. Stove. Steam. Flesh. Fire. Tits, lips, dicks and fingertips. Train.


Why did she make me do it? He thought. She was too young this time. But he enjoyed it, didn’t he? He liked to be the Lion. He liked to hunt.

Her skin was soft like yours.” He whispered aloud on the train. “Her other skin was rounder than yours, and the hair was lighter there.”

Daniel looked around the train. There were five mortals. A woman, old and dried. A woman, young and fat. A man, disgusting and hairy. A man perverse and worthless. And a girl.

Is she too young? He thought. No, I can smell the blood from here.

What most people who see him don’t know about Daniel is that Daniel is a Lion. Born in August with Lion blood. Lion blood doesn’t make one a Lion though. You have to become a Lion; you have to earn it. Daniel has been a Lion since he was fourteen mortal years old.

Do you want to be a Lion?” She said. “Or do you want to be just another man? Do you want to be disgusting and worthless? Do you want to be perverse like him, like the one who spit in your swaddling clothes? Or do you want to be a Lion?”

I want to be a Lion.” He said.

You have a weapon, now use it like I showed you and make her pure.”

Every Lion remembers his first hunt. Her hair was black and she was frightened, unaware of the glorious thing she would become. She was tied down and he remembered her throat pulsing in his grip. He thought he remembered her look into his eyes one last time just before the pulsing stopped and he removed his weapon from her.

He had done it. He had purified the girl. He made clean her suppurated wound. He disembarrassed her of the rank mire that had been left derelict by some mortal man. Purification would become Daniel’s mission.

Now, make me pure.” She said. “Remove his stains and make me pure. Complete my emaculation and you’ll be a Lion.”

Daniel purified his mother, and, since that day, fifteen others. It’d been fifteen years since the lipstick and rouge had been boiled off of his face and ten since he became a Lion.

Now the train slowed and Daniel watched the girl walk toward the exit. She’s not too young. He thought. She’s definitely not pure. He could tell by the way she carried herself, by the way her lips remained parted just enough to see her teeth. But most of all he could smell her impurity like the foetor of a festering carcass. She was definitely a suitable prey. He would begin a new hunt. As she stepped off of the train Daniel followed. Daniel stepped off the train more than a man. He thought about leaving, not by train but by transcendence.

1 comment:

Yelp! said...

yay! i'm glad aaron is going to post his stuff!! i'm so psyched!!