MTG Salvation

The Horror of One, Max Tolley

Look at her standing there, long brown hair and green eyes. She makes you want to melt into her arms, feel her wrap those silky smooth legs around you and disappear. Well, that’s just what you would do, her name is death.
One never expects the butterfly, floating upon the hot summer breeze riding the thermal currents in a beautiful peaceful manner. Oh I know what’s behind those tiny eyes, I’ve seen into that open portal, that dragging pull into the deep maw of chaos.
Normal, normal was a long time ago. I could never recall all that has happened since then but lady death, she has shown me the way to the inner life. Lady death has shown me the truth of the world; I will try to help you too and maybe then you can join me. Then we will be an army of two ones.

I walked on, it seemed like forever. The hallway was long but I found my way to the end. He was there I knew it, he was always there, he is there with you too you just don’t know it yet but you will.
You live you life every day with him, he is the man that tells you no, that’s wrong. Well he should any way, but what he tells you is only lies, you can’t trust the little man in you head, but I’m sorry I’m deviating from my story.
The hallway was still dark, the sun not quite up and I had trouble squinting my way down the hall. The lights were out again, they always went out in the winter. The snow would gather on the wires and freeze, it would get so heavy they would break under the stress and power would go out again.
Door 23c, that’s where I was supposed to go. The man at the desk had told me she was here. I guess she always came to this room but I could never seem to remember the number. The door handle was hot to the touch and it when I grasped it fully it pulled me in.
I saw her kneeling before the idol of Elohim, besides which sat the common small picture of Yahshua; she finished the last lines of the prayer and I took them up with her, together we said them full through again.
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. (*1)
Her voice echoed mine, or was it mine that echoed hers? I could never tell but he could, and to him it mattered. And so I left the room with my new job for the week, the red man she said. I can do this, and I was glad.
He always found a new person to put into the world to live and breathe and try to be one of us, but I could see them and know them for what they are. They who are not of this world do have a glow of the original sin upon their lips, heat of the first anger upon their breath. It’s like and odor you can smell and taste upon the air and I am the hound of she who grants both life and death.
Fol telanth l' tresk'ri orn vrine'winith wun chath;
Fol telanth wun xar'zith.
I began to go through the prayer again in my head and is a said the words I could feel the ground pull me. I walked the days like a man on a road, one step at a time always looking forward to look back is to look in the butterfly’s eye, and then he would have you. But I knew he was there, I like Elijah could see and see true and for that I have to live the life I do.
I could almost feel him on my shoulder and I ran, ran for my life. Once you are free of the man to go back is death. His blue suit flapped in the wind as he still chased, I made my escape around a corner. He came around soon after, but as I brought the pipe down on his head from behind the dumpster I knew he would be back soon.
Her message was still on my shirt and I knew he had seen it, he came after me every time he saw it. I was glad though I liked when he came to me it was much easier that way. His face was quite red so I knew I had the right man. His unholy pentagram had fallen to the ground. I looked at it in wonder; I didn’t even know they made them like that any more. Now a days they had all taken up to wearing their blasphemy in the shape of a shield thinking that would hide them from me but I still knew. Seem this one was a relic of the old days, when evil was more true but then again, how often is evil true?
Now I guessed I must go to the next town, I found my atlas and took my shirt off. I began the long process of finding what city her message looked the most like, I usually took about a day but that was ok, I wouldn’t want to go to the wrong place. My arms were still covered with her message and I think my pants were to but after I cleaned my self in the river I found I wasn’t sure any more. Had he left a message on me to? He may have, you never know, and he would try to cover her message. It wouldn’t be the first time for that but I knew better. Hers always tasted true.
(*1) Robert Frost: "Fire and Ice"

I intend to finish this story at a later date, its my second 20 page story for the class this is just the begining. I tried to follow a lovecraftian theme, i like his structure and story concepts. tell me what you think, i will reall apreciate it seeing as it could help me get a better grade.