Day CCXXVII

Da Devils Minion

     She turned around, and as she ran behind Sonia she slipped,

     “Ooooo sheeeet!”

     She screamed, as she fell into the urine puddle at the bottom of the stairs. Then getting up she saw the little man, holding the bloody knife in his hands, coming towards. She jumped up, and slipped again, losing her her shoes in the process. She scrambled up the steps, and passed Sonia on the way up. As thegirls ran up the stairs, Iggy ran after them, not realizing he was still holding the scalpel.

     “Stop, stop stop!” He yelled.

     At the top, the building’s triangular shape made its walls seem to run parallel, like railroad tracks into an invisible distant, and eternal point. The doors all looked the same, and because of the acid, the icons on the walls seemed to stare at them, and follow their every move. It was a bad trip, and they were freaked out. When they got to the top of the stairs, the scene looked infinite, as if it would never end. So they ran in the opposite direction, opened the door at the end, and walked on to a terrace.

     At time the Bronx looked like Germany after World War II, the scene before them was surreal, like some futuristic apocalyptic time. The acid in their minds focused things, and made them aware of how dreadful things were; the stench from their own bodies, the urine, the feces; the stench of the steamy garbage in the empty lots below rising up into their nostrils; the ravaged buildings, some half torn down; dismal empty lots; and in the distance, red and orange fires raged, to the left and to the right, spewing gray purple clouds into the sky; while fire alarms howled from speeding fire trucks, their horns howling in the dark, moonless night. It was a bad trip into hell, to them it was hell, they were in hell, and one of its minions was chasing them.