Irony

I woke up inside my mind this morning.
I was alone in there and I had no control over it. I spent what felt like hours roaming around the dark depths of my head, building new scars under my feet. Then ground began to quake and the darkness around me began to flicker like a half screwed in light bulb. I bent down and pressed my fingertips against the ground to keep composure. The quakes began to cease and the dark walls of emptiness began to calm. There was a light in the corner of my eyes. I took a gander up toward the sky. There was something floating, giving a dim light that burned my eyes, merely because my eyes had adjusted to the darkness of my mind. The shining came closer. His or her feet had now touched the ground. The ground under me now began to ripple as if he had thrown a rock into a calm river. I could see past the light now. This man wore all white. White t-shirt, white ripped up jeans, white chucks. His eyes were a color I have never seen before. It wasn’t a color that I could describe. It was like he had more than one color residing in his iris. I sat on the ground, possible in awe but mostly because of my sudden fatigue. He bent over and looked straight through my eye and stabbed my brain all the way through, but I was ok. He opened his mouth and said, “YOU MUST KILL THE KING.” Now that I’m good and confused, I looked down to my shoes and chewed my fingernail in contemplation. I looked back at him, who was now closer to my face, and he shot me a smile. He kissed my cheek and I punched him in response. He stood up and asked, “WILL YOU KILL THE KING WITH ME? PLEASE…COME…” He then eerily cracked a smile up the side of his face. His smile was so wide, I thought the corners of his mouth might have met at the top of his shaggy cropped head. He let out a loud, echoing laugh, that swallowed the darkness. I stood to my feet. “Well, Okay.” It honestly didn’t take much. I figured, why not. I figured a little bit of no use. I didn’t bother ask nor think about nor guess who he might be. That might make everything a bad thing. He laughed his echoing laugh.
The atmosphere changed.
The darkness was sucked into his mouth and behind him was a backdrop of City Hall in Philadelphia. Within a blink of the eye, we were inside the pandemonium of a city in havoc and riot. Everyone around me was running, shouting, rioting, screaming, killing. I figured I wasn’t invisible even though they just ran passed me paying me no mind. I guess it was either the circumstances that I was in or the person, who was now dressed in an all white suit, with his hand on my shoulder. I was a good height; about 6’2, but he still bellowed over me with at least half a foot of height over me. He was father like. He began walking and gestured for me to follow him. He walked through the havoc as if it wasn’t going on. As if he had seen this all before, while I followed behind him gazing every which way to see the acts. There were so many buildings in flames. So many hurt officers. I followed him through the middle of city hall. There were people running from the subways, waving anarchy flags, screaming, “Anarchy Is Alive!!” We kept walking as he paid no mind to his surroundings. We arrive at the front of a very tall building. There were no broken windows, no fires, no damage done to the building as far as I could see up. It was as if it wasn’t in touch with the city around it. Walked through the glass automatic sliding doors. While I was in the doorway there was an explosion. I looked behind me and saw some radical teens looting a music store. The store was in flames when they jumped out the window on fire, smiling and laughing hysterically. Smashing guitars, drums, trumpets, anyhting. They let the fire seep into their skin. I shrugged my shoulders. He walked up to the lady at the front desk. Classic secretary. Glasses with the string attached behind the ear, a “cute” little mole/beauty mark above the lip. He gave her a smile. “GOOD AFTERNOON, LACEY.” For some reason his voice still echoed in between my ears. She looked up. “Good afternoon boss. Oh! Is he here to kill the boss?” “WHY YES HE IS.” I didn’t bother ask what he was the boss of nor who the king was that I was about to kill. I figured the less I know is the less that can be held against.
Don’t condemn me in my time of faux ignorance.
We entered the elevator and he pressed floor 69. We went up. The sounds of war were muffled. He looked at me and let out a little smile.
“ARE YOU READY TO MURDER THE KING?” He had a look of sympathy. His face was father like, at times father-like. I looked at the floor and bit my fingernail. Then, looked up at him with my thumb tip in my mouth. He put his hand on my head, as if I were a little kid or a dog. Same thing. He said
“DON’T WORRY. I WILL BRUSH UP ALL THE DIRT.” I said ”Okay”. There was nothing to think about. I think I tried to think but when I thought that I was thinking I realized that there was nothing more to think about. I thought that I thought it didn’t matter anymore.
We reached the 69th floor.
Once we stepped out the elevator, the screams of a city in terror could no longer be heard. It was a room full of office cubicles with no people. He walked me to the presidents office. It was large with large glass windows showing the wrecked, apocalyptic city. Philadelphia was in turmoil from what I saw when I gazed out the window. He tapped my shoulder and handed me a black berretta. I looked at it in the palm of my hand, then gripped it. He pointed to the large chair behind the desk and said
“THERES THE KING WAITING FOR HIS DEATH…” “Okay.” I walked over to the large leather chair and took a seat. I spun myself around a little bit. I pulled myself up to the desk and went pondering around inside his drawers. Then I looked up at him, who was standing about 7 feet away from the front of the desk. I sat back, nice and relaxed in the chair. Then I put the berretta to my temple. He looked at me and said
“IT WAS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER PESTICIDE.”
The corners of his smile rose to the top of his head till they touched each other. Till his head was engulfed with his smile full of sharp teeth and a purple vortex.
I pulled the trigger.
And then I began to think…