Flashes of Sanity #159: Court of Heads

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Today’s entry: Court of Heads

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”IT WAS FORETOLD!”
Nick sighed. ”Can you please shut it for just a minute? Just one bloody minute!” He splashed water at the head. The head swallowed the water just so it could pour out down its throat.
”I have other things on my mind right now, Tim.”
The skull floating in the sewer water slowly traveled closer to him. patches of skin was still attached to it. Nick stretched a stick after it.
”So, Gift-Box, what is your plan really?”
Nick missed the skull. He sighed again.
”My plan with what Bjoern?”
”With you criminal empire, of course.”
”Owning everything, and everyone. What else would it be?”
”FIRST THERE WAS THE WINGED BEASTS AND THEIR HORNED SLAVES. THAT WAS THE FIRST INVASION. MANKIND GAVE UP THE ECOSYSTEM OF THEIR SOULS FOR KNOWLEDGE.”
”I said, shut it, Tim!” Nick threw a boot at the head. The head didn’t notice.
”THEN THERE WAS THE GREEN! THAT WAS THE SECOND INVASION. BY MELDING WITH MANKIND IT CREATED A NEW MAN OF THE WOODS.”
Nick stretched for the skull in the waters. The stick caught it in the brain.
“THEN THERE WAS THE GREEN. ANGERED BY THE KILLING OF THEIR CHILDREN, THEY RETURNED WITH REVENGE IN THEIR HEARTS.”
Nick lifted the head so they were eye to eye. The jaw hang by strands of tissue. It moved in what once was breaths.
“Who do we have hear?”
“I will kill you all!” The skull said. “I Sam Adamson will get my revenge. I will destroy everything you love. When I am done there won’t be anything left!”
Nick giggled. “Did you hear that Bjoern? He will kill us all. You know what Sam? You will do nicely among my court. Let me introduce you to you equals.”
“THE FOURTH INVASION BEGAN WHEN THE ECOSYSTEM OF MAN’S SOULS WAS DISRUPTED,” the head of Tim shouted. “SOON, THE RED WILL COME!”
“Shut up Tim! Don’t scare out new employee on the first day!”
Nick turned the skull of Sam to each of his heads. He introduced them. Then Sam got a place next to Tim.
And they shouted gibberish all day and all night long.

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Flashes of Sanity #158: Lone Wolf

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Today’s entry: Lone Wolf

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It took Donald a while, but he finally found an empty apartment complex where he could make his new office. He chose a room high up with a good view over the surrounding streets. The room had a coffee brewer. And after searching the kitchen, he also found the holy black powder itself.
The apartment filled with the heavenly scent as Donald sat himself on a chair by the window.
What should I do?
The question surfaced more to jug his memory than to trigger a brainstorm. The pressing question regarding Sam’s revenge was over. Now, he could take care of more personal matters.
Highest on his list was the board members that kicked him of SurgeRay. Those bastards were no saints. They probably wished they were now when they knew he was back and coming for them.
Then it was the successors of SurgeRay. Mart Adamson was finished. Gary Oliviallo was probably a saint. That left Susanne Queen.
That witch hides somewhere, Donald thought as he scanned the horizon. I will find her no matter where it is.
On the window sill lay the quarter of a crown Dale had given him.
Donald’s face still burned at the thought of Dale breaking the crown.
Such a good weapon, wasted.
At least he knew where it was. If necessary, Donald would have to track them down. Only Dale himself would be problematic in that case.
On one of the buildings, Donald still could see the aftermath of Sam’s flames against the world.
‘WHERE ARE YOU DONALD?’
“Where are you now Sam?” Donald asked and smiled. “Scattered on the street. A soul without a home?”
“Feeling confident?”
Donald turned to the man entering the room. “After this win, Carl? Who wouldn’t?”
“True, but you still owe me that suit.”
Donald laughed. “You chose to follow me because of a suit?”
“Of course, these rags are barely holding together.”
“Don’t you worry Carl. I know a place where you will find a good suit.”
The coffee brewer went silent. Donald arose and picked a cup from the sink. He filled it. In his head, he began a list of all board members that needed their head removed. And preferably crushed.
He whistled.
It was a good day to be Donald Diamond.

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Flashes of Sanity #157: An Apprentice Burden

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Today’s entry: An Apprentice Burden

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They were only three now. Mitch, Dale and Miko. All others had gone their separate ways in three separate groups with a fourth of what once was a dark metallic crown.
Like they had agreed on.
Dale looked at his arm watch. In his left hand he still held his piece of the crown.
“We are all sinners,” he mumbled. He looked over his shoulder. “Miko, do you think you can make any of the cars here work?”
“Here?” Miko shrugged. “Probably not. But I saw a nice Porsche on the way here that looked like it had some cats left under the hood.”
“Go find that car, and if it seems to take too long. Find another one. It is about time we left this place.”
“Oh, I will get it going all right,” Miko said and walked down one of the streets. “Just you see.”
Dale looked at his arm watch again. Then over his shoulder until Miko had disappeared.
He seemed to be in a hurry, Mitch thought. How unusual.
“Okay, Mitch,” Dale continued. “I will break this piece in two. One for you and one for me. I want you to keep it secret. No one can know of your piece. Do you understand how important this is?”
Mitch flinched. He knew Dale saw it.
“Why should I have one? How can you trust me?”
“I can’t. But of everyone I know in this sinner’s world, you are the most sin-free I can think of.”
“Don’t you trust yourself?”
Dale put the piece against his knee and cracked it. “I trust me. But I also know I will be the first anyone go after if they want to re-unite the pieces. Hopefully, you will go unnoticed. At least for while.”
Mitch took the piece. It glimmered in the sunlight.
Like a night sky, he thought.
“What should I do with it?”
“Whatever you find suitable. Just don’t tell me.” Dale put his arm on Mitch’s shoulder. “I have trust in you, okay?”
I don’t know if I have trust in me, Mitch thought, but he put it in his backpack among the cutleries and water bottles. The backpack turned kilos heavier instantly.
Dale seemed to relax. He regained the control he was so synonymous with.
“Great,” he said. “Now, lets go find your family, shall we?”
From the streets an engine purred, and a Porsche came flying.
The weight against Mitch’s shoulder turned heavier. He straightened his shoulders. Dale believed in him.
“Yes,” Mitch said. “Lets save my brothers.”

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Flashes of Sanity #156: Split Responsibilities

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Today’s entry: split responsibilities

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Cassandra weighed the piece in her hand. A quarter of a thin dark circle. It felt so heavy.
”You want us to hide it?”
”Yes,” The Reviewer said, ”wherever you find it secure from everyone’s greedy hands. I will hide one. Donald will hide one. Joe and William will hide one.”
”Donna will be part of hiding our piece,” Cat-scratch said.
Cassandra turned to the teenage girl. So, this is the one I will have to have my eyes on in the future, she thought.
”You don’t trust any of us to keep all the four pieces hidden?” Donald said and turned his piece around.
”We are all judged as sinners, Donald. I wouldn’t trust a sinner with anything.”
Donald seemed to accept that answer. Cassandra decided it was best to keep track on his actions in the future too.
”Correct me if I am wrong,” she said, ”but we are supposed to split up from this moment on. To ensure the pieces never touch again?”
”Correct Cassandra, it might be an unnecessary precaution but if anyone of us decides that they want the whole crown, they should not be able to collect it easily.”
”And someone of us probably will. Because we are sinners.”
”Yes.”
Cassandra turned to her team. They all looked determined. She trusted them with her life. It was probably someone on the other half that was not trustworthy. She glanced at Donna. That girl had something in her eyes that made her stomach growl.
”I guess I will never see you again then,” she said and turned to the Reviewer again.
”If I do my part right you won’t, and I usually do.”
”All right then!” Cassandra took The Reviewer’s hand. ”If this hell ever ends, I hope I will see you again at least. Just so I can put you behind bars.”
The Reviewer smiled. ”You are hoping for much ms. Crisis.”
Cassandra turned her back against the man that had been a menace to the force for so long. Shivers traveled down her spine.
You are wrong, she thought. We will meet again. I am sure of it.
She smiled. It was the first time she ever known of anyone thinking he could be wrong.

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