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The Highway| Te-em |
Posted: Apr 18 2009, 06:18 PM
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Madministrator  Group: Madmin Posts: 1,039 Member No.: 1 Joined: 19-April 07  |
>>The Highway<<
It has been the death of many poor lost folks, and the paradise of many crazy scorchers and bike gangs. The Highway was originally used by the black-coats when they started the war, being the road on which they transported their military forces to and fro across the land, expanding their realm of destruction. Many travellers follow the big road, sometimes hearing in the distance the sound of some mighty vehicle, or maybe, if being unfortunate enough, it is the roar of the black wind. One of these travellers was a loner, a man whose origin is unknown. Being weary from a long walk, he was happy as a car stopped for him. He got in, and the car left for the wasteland beyond. In the front seat sat a man and a woman, and the man, who drove, said to the stranger, >>It must be cold out there. Have you seen anything odd on your travels?<< >>I have seen many things,<< the loner said, being one who did not talk much, but willing to answer most kinds of questions. >>I have seen a city where people are in constant clash, a house wherein people mysteriously disappear, a town inhabited by paranoid people and a mad scientist, a forest where things clutch you in the dark, and other things I do not know how to explain.<< >>We better avoid those places the best we can,<< the man said. >>And, of course, I have also been on The Highway.<< >>This highway?<< It was obvious, so the loner did not answer. However, the driver was probably not aware of that The Highway could be as dreadful and mysterious as any other place in the Wasteland. >>Many people perish on this road, both with vehicle and on foot,<< the woman said quietly. >>But few want to risk getting lost in the darkness of the rocky waste.<< >>There is more than that,<< the loner told them, for he knew, he had seen, having travelled from one end to the other. >>Sometimes I wish people would not follow it.<< >>Why?<< the man asked. >>For all those odd things I told you about, is what this particular road is connected to. Following it, and you are doomed to run into one of them.<< It was silent then for a while, the air ruled by a fear of the dreadful truth of that there being no safe place in the dark land, at least no place found by following the great road. >>Since you seem to have been all over the wasteland where this highway goes, then can you tell us where we are heading to right now?<< The horizon was dark, and both of them were far from home. >>It won't take long, before you see the end of this road.<< The traveller talked slowly, as if creating a picture in his own mind of what lay yonder. >>It won't take long at all, before you see a great metal gate, upon which barbed wire coils, and carrion birds rest after feeding on the rotten and burning corpses, scattered upon the ancient asphalt of that hideous place.<< Again there was silence, a more heavy silence, filled with the fear of what the loner had just said. >>And you . . . and you have been there?<< the man asked. >>I have been at the end of the road, but I have never passed the gate, for those who are foolish to do so never return.<< >>So you suggest us to turn back?<< >>That would be wise of you.<< >>But if you've been there, at the end of The Highway, and seen what's over there, it can't hurt you, right? You're still here, alive. As long as you don't go past the gate, or let someone see you?<< >>I advise you not to cast your eyes upon that damned place of destruction. Would the sky have been brighter you would have seen the black smoke, and you would have known . . .<< >>I agree with him,<< the woman said. >>We should turn back.<< The man was silent, but the weary traveller knew it was right to warn him of the danger that had ruined the minds of many unfortunate people. >>Your curiosity, your interest, in the unknown, the legendary, the frightening, won't do you good here; for yon place is on a floor far above your own, a level better not visited if you wish to remain sane.<< >>You were there,<< the man replied stubbornly. >>So can I.<< They went on along The Highway, toward what was the end of the great road, and maybe also, the end of their own. As they could still not see anything clear in the darkness ahead, and when the sound of what maybe was a distant gunshot reached them, the man pulled over. He left the headlights on when he got out, leaving the woman and the traveller where they sat, where they could wait for him to come back. When the distant shouts reached him, he realised he was actually very frightened, but nothing could drown out his excited, curious thoughts of seeing that place, just once; seeing the end of The Highway. A light was cast suddenly over the area, like an almost soundless explosion, lighting up a tall fence, flat ground like the road itself, and beyond that a black house with large stacks coughing thick smoke into the starless night. An almost naked person suddenly appeared, running toward the fence, toward the man, but was at once shot down by some unseen guard. As the man took a few steps back a cold wind blew, and as the enormous gate made creaking sounds he wondered if he had actually been wrong about coming here. He wished, though, that he knew what the place was, and whose evil mind had plotted its creation. As the fiery light had almost disappeared, an electric light flashed on and he came to behold a row of weary people, all dressed in grey and linked with heavy chains, led toward the black building where thick, gigantic doors, wide and slightly arched, opened to let the slaves inside the dark mouth of the factory. The wind blew again, kicking up grey dust, and bringing upon the shocked man the smell of doom. He realised then, that he had seen enough. It was time to turn back, but as he did so, he almost stepped into the loner whom they had picked up on The Highway. >>You've seen it now, haven't you?<< the loner said. >>There are many such places where The Highway can take you, and this is one of the worst.<< >>I think you're right, but I will leave it behind now, lest something would happen to me.<< >>Do you not think it is too late?<< >>What do you mean?<< the man asked curiously, looking at the stranger's face in the faint light. >>You were here once. You made it. But if we linger it might be different, so let's go back. She's probably waiting in the car . . .<< >>You said I made it?<< The loner stopped the man and looked at him with eyes growing large, like when he had first told them about the dreadful place. >>You mean I am the same person as when I left here?<< The man just looked at him, but the look in the traveller's eyes somehow made him very uneasy. >>I told you you won't remain sane after seeing the end of this road. I've been here, yes. I've seen it, yes.<< He came to talk with somewhat more eagerness now, quiet unlike him, and for the first time, the man noticed a faint smile on his face. >>But like all others who came here at the end of The Highway, I was driven insane!<< His expression swiftly shifted into anger, his eyes ever so large, reflecting the slavery, murder and toxic smoke of the black factory on the other side of the barbed fences, reflecting a blood red sky and black sun of his inner, devastated mind. And so the loner who had lost his mind revealed a metal pike, one probably having been discarded by the road like the other garbage, and shoved it through the surprised man and screamed - or laughed - hysterically. One could think the man lucky, not to have come upon some crueler fate. More lucky than the loner, in fact, for he had been heard by the people from the factory of damnation, and the gate creaked as it opened; and in shocking fear, the weary, insane traveller watched as the men in long black coats came out to get him . . . |
 
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