The Tower of Brahma - Chapter 30 - getting old (edit)

10/18/04

Spider walks over to Fenris who sits lounging on the couch. Waiting room rock sifts from the speakers as Fenris scratches his beard thoughtfully. Spider slides out the chair and sits backwards, bored stiff splashed across his face.

"So, what's the haps?" Spider sighed.

"Same old. Introspection and amazement at the dazzling spectacle of life changing events." Fenris groaned.

"Kind of a one trick pony, eh? Where's the fun and excitement?"

Fenris thought for a moment before replying. "He's off doing his own thing. Lots of Red Bull and vodka nights, long days of celebrity photo polishing, too busy to deal with us now that he's gotten what he was looking for."

"That fucker." Spider could barely muster the intensity to squash a bug.
The pair sat there for long days and nights, glaring at the patterns and designs of random dots upon the wall. These dots seemed to connect and words began to form. Physical objects began to break down into raw concepts. What was once sheet rock, paint and plaster became merely a wall, then the idea of a wall, then the mere word.

Wall.

Barrier, obstruction, support structure. A montage mosaic of literary thesaurus-esque concepts soon stood before them. Their waning interest in their own existence was slowly being infected with surging power. They knew what to do instinctually.

Spider tied back his hair in a samurai style smirking grin. Fenris straightened his tie and fixed the cuffs of his suit. One swift kick spilled the words to the floor, now just a splash of letters and half-recalled slices of verbiage. Black hole swirls spinning cylindrically into the eternal beyond.

"Nice." Spider stared into the great unknown and felt the blood rush up from his legs, coursing its way through his entire body.

Fenris took one last look at the holding cell he was about to leave behind. A glorious facsimile of life that sat somehow between moments like a bubble adrift in the seas of time and space. Now that they had burst a hole it began to spread.

"Too late to think about consequences my friend."

Fenris was wearing what he thought was the perfect outfit, Tarantino tough guy disheveled black suit, now rumpled and ready to rumble. He looked over at Spider who was wild eyed, tensed, filled to the brim with action scenes ready to tear free from his limber frame.

"Let's kick some ass."

And with that they leapt forward.