Christopher WunderLee - Moore's Mythopoeia

“Ohhhh,” the woman replied, “Graham do we need to talk? My flesh is against your flesh, I see no reason why we should let it end, you are just and right, a guide for all of us to follow. I’ve never been with anyone like you. I knew you would satisfy me the first time we did it. I awoke that morning and found my room filled with flowers, I was so well done I didn’t know where I was or who I was anymore. Then I heard you in the shower, and I remembered and I crept towards the door. You were behind the curtain, and I remember I made sure I looked good in the mirror and then, I pulled back the curtain just a little bit and spied on you as you washed your hair. I felt like I’d been missing half of myself and I knew, right then, that you would make me feel whole. You caught me and took my hand and led me under the water and took me from behind.”

Half embracing, he leaned over her and his lips met her swelling breasts, she closed her eyes and let him move slowly down her body, arching her back, as if trying to meet his lips half-way. Joseph turned aside just as he shocked her with his first exploration and leered at them once more.

* * *

“I had the strangest dream last night, honey. I was wandering through the garden and I was naked, but I didn’t feel ashamed and it didn’t feel weird, like I walked around the grounds nude all the time. Then I heard you calling to me, and you were telling me to wake up and come join you in some grove or something. You kept talking, telling me all about the birds and animals and plants that we could look at when it was dark. Then, it got strange, you started to tell me how all the plants and animals wanted to have sex with me and that if I just laid down in the grass they would seduce me. I kept walking towards your voice but I couldn’t find you and you kept talking, telling me how I was going to be ravished by nature.

“I thought I’d found you, but I got to that big tree, you know the one that sort of scares me, and you weren’t there. So I sat down on one of the branches, it like dipped down for me to sit on it and I didn’t think this was odd or anything. Then I saw a man standing there and he had wings on his back and curly golden hair, like the pictures in history books. He started talking to me in your voice, I don’t remember what he said, but it was all about the tree, the xylem and phloem, the classification, all this information, which was so random. In my heart, though, I was really uncomfortable and the tree, it seemed to no longer be holding me up but holding me in place and I was really scared. I remember feeling really frightened. But he just began to pick fruit off the tree and eat it. Then he began to tell me that I could only be happy with him and that if I joined him he’d give me wings so that I could fly. He moved closer and closer to me while he spoke.

“Then he started feeding me and I was so hungry, I have never been so hungry in my life and I ate and ate and ate. But I wasn’t satisfied and so, he began to put fruit up my nose, in my ears, through my belly button, and up my vagina and anus. Everything had turned into a mouth and I was eating it all at once. Finally, I was full and I couldn’t eat anymore. I was so stuffed I couldn’t move and then, he grabbed me and jumped into the air. We were flying over the garden and the house, I couldn’t move, like I was paralyzed from all the fruit and I could feel his hands roaming my body. He had sex with me in the air, as we swept through clouds and dived into valleys, and I couldn’t do anything about it, it was like I knew it was happening, that he was inside me, but my body wasn’t functioning. He finished, I could actually feel it, it was so real, and he let me go and I was falling and falling. The next thing I remember was I was all alone, lying in a pile of mashed apples, naked, and my hand was inside myself, like I was touching myself. It was so real, Graham, it scared me to death.”

“That does sound scary, honey,” the man of the house offered. “I don’t like to think you have fantasies about other men, especially sexual fantasies. But I guess there’s nothing we can do about our subconscious. They say, when you sleep, all of your reason is turned off and that’s why people have such crazy things happen.”

* * *

“Come in Unit 3, come in, this is Control.”

“Roger Control, this is Unit 3, go ahead.”

“Unit 3, please hold for King.”

“Roger.”

“Unit 3, Lt. Tobias, this is King, I received a circuit from the department. We have reason to believe the player has been set in motion. Warning, the player has been set in motion. Be on the lookout for the player. Roger.”

“Roger, King, we sent a circuit via tele-command this morning, nothing at present to report.”

“Unit 3, I have not received a circuit, I repeat, I have not received a circuit.”

“Forthcoming sir…”

“Roger, we will take care of the review. The update is a go. Please stress the danger to the Castle, no more visitors. Understand? The update is go. Articles 2.4 and 2.6 have been declassified.”

“Roger King, Unit 3 will update the Castle at 12 hundred hours. Articles 2.4 and 2.6 are public domain, roger.”

* * *

Elisa grips the wheel and accelerates over the hill, roaring towards her brother’s estate. He will be there, this is the final act, the end game, when the king is required to take the rook or be forced into defeat. She has not seen him and she must see him, before he completes it, before she can agree to anything. She knows now what he intends and she cannot contradict him, but she will be a part of it. She knows Captain Vincent has been forced to retaliate, to save himself, after the truth, that night of truth she’d covertly prescribed to him, when he’d confessed. The following morning he was not waiting for her to wake, he had left and she had not seen him since. Then, the telephone call: “they will strike and you will be sent for rebranding, the whole lot of you will be, and the lost man will be found and the world will continue on. But, Elisa, you don’t have to be there, you don’t have to be caught and I won’t keep pursuing you, all you have to do is say ‘yes’ and you won’t have to be sent away to lose everything you care about. They will be caught and they will be forced to go, but you don’t have to Elisa, not if you’re willing to come with me and to accept my marriage proposal, because then you will be legitimate.” She had hung-up and had drawn her legs to her chest and stared down at the phone.

“Nicholas? They know far more than you thought. They know who you are and what you call yourself; they think you’re the leader. There have been two reports about you drifting around the department; he said they have you listed for rebranding, but that all they are waiting for his an Action Request from Section 2. They also know our future plans, where you’ll be speaking next, they’ve put a stop on your ability to publish anymore books and he said they know about Ghost and Frankenstein and the Captain and everybody.”

Elisa turned onto the highway towards the country. Vincent would be there, waiting for her, for her decision. She tried to imagine what he’d say if she refused, she tried to imagine him arresting her, or ordering an agent to do so. He had to, he had told her everything. Her chest ached considering it, seeing him, finally seeing for herself the proof, even as she had known since the very beginning, now she would see him in his uniform, behaving as an official and she would be required to make a decision: accept his proposal or be taken away, away to the uncertain, the uncertain place where they would turn her into someone else, someone else who would not know she had been anything different before, someone else who would not know what Graham had done to her as a child, someone else who would not know what it was like to grow up an adopted Greene, someone else who would have never met Joseph Moore, who would have never tried to change things, someone else who had never had an impure thought, who had never fucked an agent for information, someone else who had no recollection of all the things that made her who she was.