High
up on an imposing bell tower, a dark figure hovers deep in thought while
contemplating the world from atop its stone altar. Veiled by darkness, cobalt
eyes slice through the shade, themselves attached to a dim silhouette crouching
in the gloom.
The
shadow fidgets, making graceful checkmarks in the air as the next move in a
mental chess match is plotted and played. Twenty stories below, the bustle of
the restless city hums and beats as people traverse a busy intersection.
Midnight nears.
As
the mental stampede rumbles between both temples, the eyes flicker back and
forth, at times screening the crowd though often just searching for a thought
that momentarily slipped the shade’s grasp.
Mumbles
and whispers seep from the shadow and occasionally spoken outbursts of
apparently groundbreaking ideas appear. But they hardly last and before any
sense is given to them, they melt into unintelligible clicks and hisses.
Time suddenly freezes.
The
gaze no longer dances madly across the crowd and the shadow visually dissects
something below. What once were dark blue orbs frost into white lightning.
Hawk-like,
the gaze burns onto one point, one single crow within the murder. Its breathing
picks up and transitions from a slithering four by four to an all out fugue. Its
pulse mimics a child’s when coming face to face with the largest Christmas
parcel.
The
hawk follows its prey with military precision while two hands break free from
the vice-like grip each had on the other. They slither to the shade’s center, tugging
lightly on a thin gold chain that sparkles in the dark. A gold ring hangs at
the end surrounding a multicolor glass that looks predominantly like amethyst.
The golden trickle hangs in the darkness and the figure nervously inches the
disc towards the white-blue orb on its right side.
“Please let
me be right,” rasped a man’s whisper. “Let human hope shower atop the head of
one of the condemned, as they would call me. Let me for once weep of jubilation
instead of frustration.”
The
ever-changing lens leapt suddenly from his hand pressing against his right eye
socket, digging and raking itself into arctic flesh that now showed under the
glow of the lens. His broken breath signaled pain as all muscles tensed in
unison from suppression, but there was no screaming. This pain was not new.
After
a moment, only a thin gold trickle leaks out of the once sapphire eye. A myriad
of colors begin parading phosphorescently unlike anything known to man. A heavy
breath heaves as the figure adjusts to the new found vision and the deep raspy
voice once again breaks the sky’s silence. “Now, where is my little friend? He
must still be around. He has to be.”
The
multicolored eye desperately scanned the scene, backwards and forwards over the
crowd until finally the eye shrieked to a dead halt. The newly polychromatic
cornea fixes on a young man who entertained himself with a half eaten pretzel.
His brown hair was messy and his face was clearly sullen from fatigue.
The
flesh and blood gargoyle became utterly fascinated by his newfound specimen and
just barely, one could hear a whisper that counted in ascending fashion. With
every new number a smile gleamed in the darkness until a twisted grimace not unlike
that of a mad scientist glowed in the gloom. “At last, I’ve found some hope in
this barren wasteland we call the present.”
He
then tugged firmly on the thin gold whisper that wept down his right cheek. A
small groan escaped his mouth because of the effort. Through grit teeth, two
exceptionally sharp fangs shine dimly in the moonlight. The lens finally slides
free from the white flesh, dragging with it a single solitary ruby tear.
“I
think I’ve found myself a date,” said the shade as it caringly tucked the disk
back into his shirt.
Afterwards,
the shadow casually stepped off the ledge, plummeting and laughing madly for sixty
feet until the darkness of an alley below swallowed him whole. His laughter
echoed long after it should have logically ceased.
