The girl is shaking, now trebling, her eyes wide with fear, her skin impossibly turning paler than it was a few moments earlier. You feel a grin caress your lips as your hands at her collar melt into goo sinking into her skin.


The girl's body went rigid, her eyes, rolling back into her head, her skin no longer had the beige tinge even the palest humans had but took on a slightly grey tinge. Black lights form around your arms, over the girl's body and soon she was enveloped in a dripping sticky substance as if she were in a cocoon of some sort.

You took a few steps back admiring your work as I come up behind you in utter silence.

Beautiful work my guardian, Jakiz is delighted.



My apologies... this entry is not my finest and will be reworked when I'm in a more morbid mood.

Yus

Awake.
Blink. Stare.
Blind. Light. Sound.
Voices. Talking. Amazement. Flash. White. Tight. Rope. Kick. Writhe. Struggle. Grunt. Scream. Glare. Snap. Free. Jump. White. Blind. Swing. Hit. Contact. Groan. Clash. Loud. Holler. Screech. Clang. Crash. Metal. Stab. Blood. Red. Fall. Knees. Floor. Crimson. Pant. Dead. Others. Pain. Knife. Hot. Liquid. Dying.




You make out what you want it to be...

When?
A one worded question that flaunts your mind.

When??
You want to ask the question written in flashy neon ink on your lips.

When???
We stop, the girl is trembling from head to toe now, from fear, exhaustion, and the surrounding chill of the air.

You turn your back on the situation, looking out at the fog that has rolled in on the left path you had chosen. Strange it was that the girl had chosen the center path, strange indeed.

Had she not heard the choices given to her? The fact that the left side appeared as evil as the nightmare waiting for your slumber... but in fact revealed an ending of a strange happiness, lack of fear, judgment, impossibility.
Was it not obvious that I, Jakiz had mentioned the evil waiting by the end of this path, the center one she had chosen?

Not that you really cared, only noting that the powers of deduction in a human being were rather poor, her judgment clouded with false sceneries.

You had been picking at the trees, noting the disappearance of me, a slight shift in the air though knowing that I would return in a few moments... after a few actions were to be reenacted, as if I were going to watch a play between you and the fearful girl sitting at the small boulder beside the road.

She was harmless and it was impossible to feel fear, an emotion you had lost the knowledge of in your transformation.

You stopped breathing, letting silence reign the forest for a moment or two and then spun around, wrenching the all too heavy branch from the wobbling girl's hands away from her. She seemed to freeze a tad bit, not knowing what to do but your intentions were rather severe as you roughly pinned her against one of the trees.

If you didn't do this now... you would let down your master, so with one last chuckle you began something you had yet to imagine beginning...

a metamorphosis.

Two in a row it must be a prophecy I have not seen this before...
I let the tips of my fingers stick together my voice crawls from my lips and hangs in the air. The human isn't moving, probably petrified in fear despite the small ripple along her spine each time I speak.

You turn your gaze away from me and let it rest like a heavy chilling blanket atop the girl's figure. Her eyes are shut as if shes trying to make the whole thing go away, that she not have to make any choice right now.

Not ever.

Choose your path pitiful human theres no time for wasting... you hear your voice shudder through the night air.

The girl shivers, looks up at you, then at me then at the three paths before her. Unlike you however she has chosen the center path, knowing she isn't ready to make the decision.

A cold malicious giggle emanates from my soul-less body, I do not call for my skeletal-steed but simply seat myself upon your shoulder. You wait as the girl inches a few paces forwards in order to begin walking before you.

You can feel my heart-less amusement ooze out of me from atop your shoulder and sink into your skin, enveloping you in some form of enjoyment that it is not you walking before a giant monstrous-guardian and his master.

Strangely you feel no pity for the human race, they act upon innocence that disappears as soon as they are the ones in control. The ones with power.

You used to be one of them and are glad that I have saved you from their corrupted nature.

You are not like this pathetic waste of a species before you.

Your lips curve a tad at the ends letting a crooked vile grin spread across your face. I look down, excited to see the amusement on your face

Let the transformation begin.

Question; what is your first reaction when someone says, "I need to talk to you"?

Depends on how they ask and whom is asking...

If it's an adult or someone I don't know on a personal level it usually comes out as, "'kay" Oh god what did I fail at this time... Come on and just get this over with,quickly rip it off like a band-aid... Spare me the humiliation...

If it's someone I like I hope for him to ask me something special (this usually ends up in a major dissappointment, hence I don't like hearing these words...

Walking.
The only action that has been going on. I've been directing you to the destination I had intended to go for the next victim. he one I would gladly torture though surely would not meet the same fate as you had.
Tap tap, feet hit the ground in a rhythmical symphony. Crunch crunch the leaves sound under your bare feet.
Your eyes glow as the distortion of the sights before you shimmer with your newly acquired night vision.

The howls of the dead are earsplitting screeches disturbing the night as a murder of crows bicker in the distance. It is a nice night and you soon come to that familiar fork in the road, you wonder for a fleeting moment how many I, Jakiz have murdered before, how many I have tortured before I came to you.

The thought disappears as a cold giggle emanates from the frozen figure on your shoulder.

It is a victim Jakiz sees on the horizon. A new mind to kill.

Your eyes home in on the suspect a silhouette standing a few ways away, shivering. You can smell the fear even though you are not beside the poor human.

Poor. Human.

That used to be you, and yet memories from then are fogged, like your looking through a lens with incessant fingerprints across it, name and faces are not distinguishable.

You are closer now the figure spins and takes a few steps back in order to flee from the sights of you and me. The human is small, frail and female. She stared up at you with wide eyes hoping you will not harm her as her feet have glued themselves to the ground.

You are now towering over her and have not realized the pressure on your shoulder has decreased slightly as I stand beside the girl.

What it is you most fear and dislike is the choices Jakiz has for you to face, little human. Which path shall you choose...?

You have heard this speech before though you've only heard it once you seem to know the words by heart, clearly, vivid in your mind as if you've been the one to say them over and over as each victim has made their way into their demise.

Master... Your spine-shuddering whisper fills the air and the human's fearful eyes are upon you once more. I turn looking at you and eyebrow cocked. Pardon my interruption, Master. You bow your head apologetically.

What is it my guardian. Jakiz wants to know. My voice causes the human to shudder and jerk her gaze down at her feet. I look at you intently my gaze piercing into yours, though it is not annoyed but more, inquiring.

It is the girl... she is not like a normal human... You say, you lips are shut in a flat line as you use your mind to tell me news you don't know you're capable of knowing.

I grin... It is a challenge at most...

To: A Beautiful Person

          It's a feeling

                 I cannot
    
         Deny

                   any longer...


                                       I love you.


                                             From:  Anonymous Sender

PS ..... it's that I'm not pretty enough to stand beside you ......

A wide placid grin crosses my face.

You stand to your full height, walking towards the portal with not a hint of uncertainty in your footing. I hop onto your broad shoulder, you only realizing now how large and powerful you've become, the feeling excites you to no end.

You stop a moment before you enter, looking up at me for some sort of sign and yet think of something on your own accord.

Jakiz thinks my guardian has come up with an idea has he not? I coo gently, letting my hand glide through your metallic, red hair. Deep as the blood flowing through a human's veins.

Master. You answer in a voice that is but a morphed whisper, a voice you don't recognize as your own but it passes your lips nonetheless. It would seem fit of you to go about your regular duties as I would accompany you.

I grin, knowing well what you intend of me. I close the portal, a ripple, a shimmer in the air is all that is left of it. The original scene of the curling black trees, heavy fog and the screaming of the dead returning you your renewed senses.

It is a feeling of great comfort now.

Strangely, Satisfactory.

Your gaze returns directly before you, the winding ghastly path awaiting our tread.

The burning feeling, has finally subsided.
After endless eternities of time.

A cooling sensation overwhelms you as you stand ready, muscles rippling in time with one another as you make your way over to me, ready to serve, ready to do your bidding.

I grin, it is a beautiful thing, seeing your purely black skin shine with the markings of white etched into them. My beautiful, handsome creation.

I place a cold hand on your skin, letting the frigid air create an icy blue frost along your cheek. You smirk in turn at the tingling sensation, enjoying for the first time a moment with me.

It is s strange feeling, not one of the warm love as one would speak of. The feeling is cold, its scratches and scrapes through your insides and yet this feeling is comforting to you for it is no longer fear you feel...

It is protectiveness of the small dead girl in front of you. It is a feeling greatly satisfactory.

Welcome, my guardian, to the world of the undead.

I smirk, gliding a hand through the air as a rip in the air opens up to a world... dead on many levels.

Cold.

It's all you can feel at this moment. It has already sunken deep into your bones, deep into your chest, your lungs your brain. There's a moment's hesitation.

Maybe there is no need to waste you, your precious body, so beautiful, elegant. Maybe it could be of use to me.

Your eyes are rolled back in your head, body as still as an untouched lake, only but the mere ripple of a drop disturbing it's surface. The mental struggle going on in your mind. Quite amusing to me.

Jakiz Lebowitz likes you. Very much so.

I don't want to destroy your precious body. So I won't.

The cold evaporates from your body in a mere heartbeat, knocking the air right out of you, coughs cracking the still air about the surrounding void. You stagger then fall to your knees trying to see, trying to hear, to smell, to taste, touch; anything. But there's nothing, you are not happy, not sad.
You feel nothing.
You taste nothing.
Hear nothing.
Smell nothing.
See...

Nothing.

It's not black not white. Where had the forest fled to, the setting, the horrific thoughts and sights, sounds?
Gone.

Moments pass as you try to think of a possible explanation for everything going on but you can't. Because here isn't one.

Then, a light like no other appears before you, as seemingly large, smoky snake, made of only white air. It's eyes black and lifeless.
It does not scare you like it should, it intrigues you, what is it really?

The creature blinks once, eyes disappearing for a second before coming back. You inch forward, still on your knees, intrigued, possessed, hypnotized by it's beauty. A hand appears in front of you, only realizing after a few moments that it is in fact yours, reaching out towards the smoke reptile before you. As you come forward, details slowly become clearer, it's eyes, change slightly from onyx to a deep bloody crimson.

It's stare is piercing, drilling a hole into your skull but you could care less, the creature is stunning. Finally it is staring down at you, still reaching forward, though now with both your hands, reaching until they finally touch the being before you.

It feels nice, the smoke on your fingers, you close your eyes and then open them to look at your fingers now bleeding, the crimson liquid dripping down your arms.

Theres a loud screech, a yell loud and piercing, though it's not yours. You withdraw your hands, still dripping, and then the creature had vanished. You look back at your hands for a moment.

Pain, searing pain, like molten lava filling your veins burns at the skin on your back, the scorching feeling continues along your arms, your back, your skin, now the color of charcoal, shadow reveals angular ivory markings on them like an intricate pattern of tattoos.

In your head something is pinning you against the walls of your soul, demanding services, that you can hardly understand but agree to, hopefully in order to stop the molten pain along your back.

The paroxysm of burns on your flesh stung vigorously, you could feel your body give in to them falling until something cold gripped your shoulder, freezing air crawling along your skin.

Jakiz has you little human. Jakiz is eLaTeD.

My face.
It's white.
It's carcass like.

It's sliced in half as a smile runs across it, only stitches preventing my face from completely breaking in half; black are my lips from the cold darkness that pervades the air around us.
My hair lies like a mop set atop my head, strands loose and fuzz springs from everywhere, I begin to laugh, uncontrollably a sinister sound and yet have you no clue what it is thats so funny?

It's your face, that's what. Your eyes stretched wide trying to see everything and yet seeing nothing at once, your breath going quickly though nothing's being inhaled... or exhaled, your heart pounding against your ribcage, and yet pulsing nothing but blood through your veins.
Sweat beading off your forehead, and yet it does nothing to you on the icy cold night such as this. Humans are strange creatures they are...

Optophobia. The fear of opening ones eyes. Something all humans have in common, not wanting to open up your lids to the reality of what is right in front of you.

Jakiz Lebowitz likes to mess with your minds. Very much so.

I raise my hand to the moon as you stand there gaping in your fogged mind as clouds, black in color slowly glide into view. They cease their travel once covering the moon leaving you, leaving me an endless void of nothingness.

All that's left to be seen is your breath billowing before you in light puffs of haze.

Silence.

Nothing more. Nothing less. It chills at your bones, rattles down your spine through your thin skin, and clothing, now soaked with the dampness of the air around you. Now shivering, teeth clacking against one another you take a few hesitant steps forward.

A slip of silk against your cheek, a small giggle.

It's a real shame your so handsome... It's a real shame you'll go to waste.

Games.

Your in one now, a strategy must be thought out, we will eventually come to another fork in this road, but what will happen on our way.

Afraid to find out, your eyes are wide with fear at the sound of bats fluttering screeching with frustration. I giggle, my back laying on the long ivory neck of bone of the dead horse I'm seated on.

Jakiz is quite amused quite amused indeed.

I snicker through the livid fingers pressed against my mouth. I hop off the pile of bones, and wait in the road before you. Your steps slowly cease unknowing of what should be going on in the situation before you...

What are you going to do little human? What are you going to do? I make my way over to you my iris less eyes, white like the moon creeping on us now, change. The sclera turns from gray to pitch black, neon red lighting in the center.

Hmm my poor little human what will you do? The night is bearing down on you.

Is this the path you really wanted to take, not much to be done now, what a shame...

I giggle, a sinister sound, one of carnage or is it that my body is a carcass?

Jakiz already like you... likes the way you tremble in fear of such mediocre situations, such as this. A poor human lost in a forest waiting on some creature to bring him out.

What do you do human?

Games.. aren't they delightful?

I sit and wait and wait and wait.

You left last day thinking on the subject of your choice, it wasn't something to be taken lightly and yet lingering annoyed me to no end.

Jakiz Lebowitz does not like to wait.

Waiting wastes time and space and energy, you must act on impulse but I guess I can't choose for you. After all you move your own legs.

Back with a smug smile you seem to know the game I play and yet... do you really? Do you know what goes through my mind day in and out? I laugh and giggle and snort at your smug aura... ha it's funny the way you know so little.

I throw away the skull, back into the swamp of corpses screaming on your left as you come to make the ultimate decision. I huff and skip over to your spot your content and agreeing with the choice you have made, one I'm oblivious about.

A choice you say? Well what may it be?

I muse letting the clothes of satin silk slip along your cheek, your so handsome, so innocent it's really a sight to see. I slide a hand, frozen as winter's ice to the touch of your scalp, a shivering sensation taking over your body. Uneasiness numbing your mind.

You heave a sigh and say goodbye to the only thing left of you. An abandoned old shack in its willowed black isn't something right for you.

It's the left side, the one I think I'll take. You mutter wondering if its really the thing to do. I shout with glee, the fact that you agree with me is much to delightful to pass.

I jump aboard a horse of pure white bone, eyes dripping blood staining it's ivory sheen. You take a few hesitant steps though speed up your pace at my intent face, eyes white and staring, piercing your back as you follow a road, chosen, unable to return.

The only noise in the silence heard is the low humming of a tune, so strange and sinister, from the depth of my soulless body.

Now do you see the real game I play?

Why hello.

Welcome to my thoughts, sure to place a certain amount of uneasiness, perhaps enough fear into you lives as it would be my job to torment and scare you people as much as possible....

I am, Jakiz Lebowitz, and I will be your tormentor for this evening...

To your left you will see swamps and marshes filled with souls of the dead, trees curling unnaturally black as the dust of coal in a deserted cabin's fireplace. You will hear moaning of the dead their screams echoing off the walls of your skull, the chill of sweat dripping down between your shoulder blades. The smell of decaying corpses will stagger your stream of conscious thoughts and bring you to your ultimate oblivion.
To your right, you will see bright sunny patches a golden sun hung in a cyan sky of fluffed clouds, grass as neon green as in picture perfect magazines. Fields that go on and on, to places unknown.

In front of you there is a mixed uncertainty as if the life or death of these objects is a confusing one thousand piece puzzle with a missing piece, it is neither darkness nor light then, it is the incessant number of grays between what is black and what is white. The road you stand on is limited the choice is to be made sooner rather than later, something is frightful in the air a freedom of choice we do not intend to face.

Must you choose between the three paths before you, the answer is quite simple, you have to. There is no other way to get away from the problems encountered in life be lucky you have the three choices given for some only come in two and yet some come in five ofr six possibilities.

Do you wish to choose the left where fear and agony to be felt is pleasantly the reality of life in it's wake, theres no such thing as luck, bad or good only the fact that you end up stuck in problems you can't fix go on choose left, its a horrid reality, yes but at least its there and you know of the horrors you must face in order to get to your own patch of sanctuary... if you find one...

Lets take a look back at the famous old right side, freshly cut grass and fields of endless purity of innocent greens and pastelled colors mixed, entwining into the image we all want to see. With great calm great comfort, comes great sadness and trouble in the later steps to come, do you want to meet up with lefty later?

Oh the choices you have but there is still one remaining, the center path undecided unknowing. The easy way out. Do you want to take this one, wait until you know when to make the decision? You know that roads eventually run out, you won't like the choices you want to make later...

I'll promise you that much.

Pick and choose pick and choose what to doo what to doo, I sing to you, an aged skull brown and muddy flipping for all its worth in and out of my hand.

Eyes of cold white vacancy staring back at the person cowering.

What is it you want to do?