Monday, September 16, 2013

PART 2, THE FIRST EVIL, 1931-1933: Fifth Interlude (UNEDITED)

Here is PART 2's Fifth Interlude.  Everything else will be coming asap.  

If you are just catching up, see the CHAPTERS section to read the Prologue-Chapter 37 before proceeding to the Fifth Interlude.

Also, check out some further character development in some excerpts from the second draft in the SAMPLES section. 

Otherwise, read from the word go :)  Alot beginning to happen so stay tuned :)


Matthew looked around.
What happened?  How did I end up here?
He was standing in the middle of a bedroom but the more he observed his surroundings, he began to notice that it resembled a dormroom than a home bedroom.  The floors were wooden and there was a bed beneath the window with a nightstand beside it and a desk in the center of the small room.  The room was dimly lit by a lamp on the desk and there was noise that came from a music box.
At least I think that’s music, he thought.  What is that?  It sounds terrible!
He walked over to where the music box was and then discovered that it didn’t look at all like any music boxes he had seen in his life.  Matthew stood in awe of the device that was the music force.  It was about the size of most table radios he had seen, but it looked like something Matthew would describe as being a hybrid between a small cinema screen and a typewriter.  The screen glowed and the words ‘Switchblade Symphony-Chains’ was highlighted.  Matthew grimace again at the sounds coming out from the laptop.  He then noticed a wide array of books on the desk.  A couple of them looked like school textbooks but there were others that looked to be fiction works in both hard and softback.  Matthew wasn’t familiar with most of the titles or the authors, but he did notice Bram Stoker’s Dracula, HP Lovecraft, and Dante’s The Divine Comedy.  His eyes then fell onto a book he was very familiar with.  American Ghost Stories.  He also noticed what looked to be a printed photocopy of Lawrence Livingston’s The Child with the Black Eyes along with other copies of his essays on dreams and demonology.
Matthew eyes began adjusting to the dim light.  He looked around and noticed more features in the room.  He noticed an unmade bed with sheets that looked to be a wine color and a black bedspread.  Some dark colored clothing was strewn on the bed.  There were more books on the shelf that was at the foot of the bed along with what looked to be some cosmetics.
Well I guess that means this is a woman’s room, Matthew thought.
Before he was able to take a look at more, the door of the room opened.  Matthew jumped backward as a young woman walked into the room and shut the door.  There was no place for Matthew to hide and he felt his heart pound as he searched for an explanation to give the girl when she found him in her bedroom.
He cleared his throat and said, “Miss, I’m sorry.  I—“ but cut his voice off when he noticed something strange.  She hadn’t seemed to have heard him.
“Miss?” he tried again.
The girl looked right at him, but said nothing.  It was as if she couldn’t see him at all.  Matthew was able to get a good look at her.  She wasn’t very tall and had a rather petite but curvy build.  She looked to be around Dorothy’s age, perhaps a year or two older.  Her thick, long, straight black hair hung down to her waist and she seemed to have a lighter olive skin tone.  Her eyes were dark brown and surrounded by dark eyeshadows and eyeliners.  Her lips were coated in what looked to be red lipstick with a black tint.  She wore what looked like black pants of a denim material that had strategically placed distressed holes and fishnet stockings underneath them with black lace up boots on her feet.  She wore a fitted long-sleeve shirt that had an intricate design and letters that spelled The Cure on the front.  Three necklaces where around her neck:  a long chain that held a crucifix, a shorter one with an Egyptian Onk and a choker that had a 19th century cameo.
Matthew watched as the girl walked passed him to her bed and picked up a long, black velvet coat.  She slipped in on and put up the attached hood.  With her long, dark hair, dark makeup, and now the hooded coat, Matthew thought she looked like a witch right out of a gothic picture show.  The girl then picked up a bag that she slung over her shoulder before leaving the room again, shutting the door behind her.
Matthew could hear the girl locking the door on the other side before her footsteps disappeared down the hall.  That was when the music changed and it was something Matthew was grateful for.  The song that came on after the ‘Switchblade Symphony’ song (or whatever that was) was one that was familiar to Matthew.  A piece by the composer Paganini.
But why am I here?  And how do I get out if this young lady locked me in the room?
Matthew surveyed his surroundings again and he began to feel a familiarity with the room.  He returned to the desk and noticed something he hadn’t before.  It looked to be a typed essay that was maybe four or five pages long.  An essay for a theology class.  Matthew stared at the writer’s name and the date on which the essay was written.

The Plight of Lilith
An essay by Joanna Livingston
November 16, 2001

Joanna’s instructor had also given her a 94% on the essay.  And for a reason Matthew couldn't explain, this also made him think of his nephew Cletus.

AUTHOR'S SIDE NOTE:  I do like the band Switchblade Symphony.  However, I was imagining how a 40-year-old man from the year 1931 who was born ten years before the turn of the 20th century would feel if he heard it.  :)
Here is the Switchblade Symphony song that is featured in this scene:

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