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Begin scene.
I throw open the door to my hut in Pala-Koro, well aware of what exactly is happening to me as I run to the lone mirror in my house.
"Reordin, baby, stop..." I hear behind me.
It's her. It's always been her.
My color of my irises are dancing around, switching from sapphire blue to a brilliant, feminine azure. Wait. No, they're not. That's Helixi playing with my head. Again.
It's her. It's always been her.
"Yes, baby," she coos, wrapping her arms around my bare chest and kissing the back of my neck. I hate myself for loving it.
Why won't you leave me the hell alone, you succubus?
"Because," she whines, fake pouting and sticking out her lips as they move from my neck to my right shoulder blade. "I'm here for you. I always have been."
No, you're here in me.
"I think you have it a bit backwards there, love," she says with a giggle, throwing me onto the bed.
Her eyes are so damned blue. And now she's taking off my shirt. No, wait. That's me.
No.
It's her. It's always been her.
"Quit repeating yourself, will ya? It's turning me off," she says. I forgot. She can read minds. She's been thinking for me all this time, playing with me, toying with me, loving me, leading me towards the final dance between the inevitable and I. I can feel my fear and my pain and my hate disappearing as she sinks her head into my chest...
And now her lips are on my sternum, and she tilts up her chin and grins at me, in that cute Ga-Matoran way she has, and then she starts to speak again.
"I love you, baby."
No. I love me. I've always loved me. You're nothing. You're a goddamned schizophrenic hallucination. You're my goddamned schizophrenic hallucination! I was here first, Helix!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, baby. We'll just see who's here last," she says, moving her lips towards my jawline. I'm reminded of a doom viper, getting ready to swallow its prey headfirst.
"It's not your head I'm looking to swallow," she whispered, and I groaned. Why is this happening to me of all people...? What was happening to me?
It's her. It's always--
"Reordin. Shut up. Enjoy this."
How could I not enjoy it?
It was like a love tetrahedron. Helix wanted me, I wanted Helix, but yet I wanted my head to myself for once without having to worry about when I'm going to do something I'll regret...
And then, thinking of things I know I'll regret, I make my choice.
Alright, Helix, I say, taking her and kissing her deeply, trying to pull as much of her tongue into my mouth as possible before I suffocate. We have it your way, then.
It's her. It's her.
She's me.
"Good boy, baby," she giggles, moving her lips beside my ear. "Be the man we both know you are. You're beyond whatever redemption you may have had. Now we can be together, forever..."
I sigh and move my lips onto hers one last time. When I move away, her eyes are full of hedonism and lust. Mine are filled with sorrow and regret.
Or maybe, just maybe, if someone walked in right now, they'd find me propped up on the bed by myself, with all four glistening in my sapphire irises.
Or wait.
Aren't they azure?
This needs to end. Tonight.
One problem, I say, moving one hand behind her head and the other to my jeans. If redemption was reversible, it wouldn't be redemption.
Without warning, I move my hand from my still-shut zipper and whip out one of my daggers, spinning it for the briefest of moments around my finger before stabbing it into my cheek. I can feel my face being ripped apart as the cold blide slides between my teeth and cutting a vicious smile in between my teeth.
Jack-o-Reordin.
I can feel myself grin for real this time as she starts to waver.
She screams. I scream.
It's me. It's always been me.
And I'm free. Oh, bloody hell, I'm free.
She disappears without warning, and any support my mind had tricked myself into thinking my body had disappears without warning, and I hit the bed, blood spurting from the open wound between my jaw. If someone had pulled the dagger out, I would be quite curious to know what it was coated in...
The black and dark red blood of my narcissism, my regret, my self-lust, Helix, myself...
You're Reordin Saporta, and suddenly, you're not in Pala-Koro, lying in your own blood with a permanent Jack-o-Reordin grin cut into your face. You're sitting in Ko-Wahi, in that one bar all the cops frequent, and the chicks are all staring at you because you're dark and you're beautiful and the guys all hate you because their girlfriends want to sleep with you...
You're not being carried into the hospital by Sulov and Darrick Bane. You're in your bed, and you roll over, and you see a young, beautiful Ga-Matoran named Helix, and she smiles and thrusts her tongue down your throat as the first rays of sunlight skim your bare back...
And you close your eyes.
And you grin.
End scene.
I throw open the door to my hut in Pala-Koro, well aware of what exactly is happening to me as I run to the lone mirror in my house.
"Reordin, baby, stop..." I hear behind me.
It's her. It's always been her.
My color of my irises are dancing around, switching from sapphire blue to a brilliant, feminine azure. Wait. No, they're not. That's Helixi playing with my head. Again.
It's her. It's always been her.
"Yes, baby," she coos, wrapping her arms around my bare chest and kissing the back of my neck. I hate myself for loving it.
Why won't you leave me the hell alone, you succubus?
"Because," she whines, fake pouting and sticking out her lips as they move from my neck to my right shoulder blade. "I'm here for you. I always have been."
No, you're here in me.
"I think you have it a bit backwards there, love," she says with a giggle, throwing me onto the bed.
Her eyes are so damned blue. And now she's taking off my shirt. No, wait. That's me.
No.
It's her. It's always been her.
"Quit repeating yourself, will ya? It's turning me off," she says. I forgot. She can read minds. She's been thinking for me all this time, playing with me, toying with me, loving me, leading me towards the final dance between the inevitable and I. I can feel my fear and my pain and my hate disappearing as she sinks her head into my chest...
And now her lips are on my sternum, and she tilts up her chin and grins at me, in that cute Ga-Matoran way she has, and then she starts to speak again.
"I love you, baby."
No. I love me. I've always loved me. You're nothing. You're a goddamned schizophrenic hallucination. You're my goddamned schizophrenic hallucination! I was here first, Helix!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, baby. We'll just see who's here last," she says, moving her lips towards my jawline. I'm reminded of a doom viper, getting ready to swallow its prey headfirst.
"It's not your head I'm looking to swallow," she whispered, and I groaned. Why is this happening to me of all people...? What was happening to me?
It's her. It's always--
"Reordin. Shut up. Enjoy this."
How could I not enjoy it?
It was like a love tetrahedron. Helix wanted me, I wanted Helix, but yet I wanted my head to myself for once without having to worry about when I'm going to do something I'll regret...
And then, thinking of things I know I'll regret, I make my choice.
Alright, Helix, I say, taking her and kissing her deeply, trying to pull as much of her tongue into my mouth as possible before I suffocate. We have it your way, then.
It's her. It's her.
She's me.
"Good boy, baby," she giggles, moving her lips beside my ear. "Be the man we both know you are. You're beyond whatever redemption you may have had. Now we can be together, forever..."
I sigh and move my lips onto hers one last time. When I move away, her eyes are full of hedonism and lust. Mine are filled with sorrow and regret.
Or maybe, just maybe, if someone walked in right now, they'd find me propped up on the bed by myself, with all four glistening in my sapphire irises.
Or wait.
Aren't they azure?
This needs to end. Tonight.
One problem, I say, moving one hand behind her head and the other to my jeans. If redemption was reversible, it wouldn't be redemption.
Without warning, I move my hand from my still-shut zipper and whip out one of my daggers, spinning it for the briefest of moments around my finger before stabbing it into my cheek. I can feel my face being ripped apart as the cold blide slides between my teeth and cutting a vicious smile in between my teeth.
Jack-o-Reordin.
I can feel myself grin for real this time as she starts to waver.
She screams. I scream.
It's me. It's always been me.
And I'm free. Oh, bloody hell, I'm free.
She disappears without warning, and any support my mind had tricked myself into thinking my body had disappears without warning, and I hit the bed, blood spurting from the open wound between my jaw. If someone had pulled the dagger out, I would be quite curious to know what it was coated in...
The black and dark red blood of my narcissism, my regret, my self-lust, Helix, myself...
You're Reordin Saporta, and suddenly, you're not in Pala-Koro, lying in your own blood with a permanent Jack-o-Reordin grin cut into your face. You're sitting in Ko-Wahi, in that one bar all the cops frequent, and the chicks are all staring at you because you're dark and you're beautiful and the guys all hate you because their girlfriends want to sleep with you...
You're not being carried into the hospital by Sulov and Darrick Bane. You're in your bed, and you roll over, and you see a young, beautiful Ga-Matoran named Helix, and she smiles and thrusts her tongue down your throat as the first rays of sunlight skim your bare back...
And you close your eyes.
And you grin.
End scene.