Fiction:Psychosis/Arc’oradox

An unregconizeable lifeform walks among the tall spiral-formed buildings, the buildings sit empty and the darkness can seen dominating inside them. The sun shines on the glossy metal, it used to shine in a tan blaze of novelty which awoke splendid pride among those who passed it. But all of the blaze what does to today is to remind the grim events and the followups emptying the city on life and the pride was good as dead. The lifeform shudders as he pass by them, he pulls his garbs over his face and struggle to focus on the sandy metal road. It’s barely to help, but at least he won’t have to feel the depression consuming his mentality. A bit farther in the road the lifeform turns into a wider road. Debris and overturned vehicles are scattered across the road, it isn’t a surprise after all. Because the wide road led to the ruin’s heart, a building so tall that it pierces the low cloud layer. Craving a spiral on the clouds’ underside like it’s trying to form a torando with the weak and thin white clouds.

The lifeform arrives to the large welcoming plaza outside the heart-tower’s base. But it isn’t where he want to go to, he has to walk up on the long flight of stairs dividing the plaza and the high-set ground-floor of the tower on the base. He is tried after walking from the other side of the city across to the center. But a thought gave him a relief, this was the last thing he has to do on this planet. This goddamned planet, he thought. The fact is, the planet is literaly goddamned.

He slowly escalates above the stairsteps and the first sight he can see peeking over the end of the stairs is the entrance with the awing collapsed everywhere but the main entrance and a good bit of the side of it. He spied a large personal transport shuttle standing a bit away and facing away from the intact entarance. Two armed figures stood under the shuttle’s right wing in protection from the strong sunlight. Knowing they are of his own, he walked towards to them and they saw him. They exchanged greeting gestures. One of the soldiers talked towards him and then turned walking in parallel with the hooded figure.

Soldier - ''Sha’lov, Orsaar. The elder master is waiting for you, he has got last words to share with you.'' Orsaar - ''Sha’lov on you too. Mind escorting me to him? I mean, I have no idea about his whereabout except he is by that goddamned gates to the hell.'' Soldier - Definitly, my lord.

Orsaar, the hooded figure, and the soldier together walked inside the unlit building and were greeted by a complete mess of metal and stone derbis on the floor and dusty walls. The ceiling is nothing but a gap depicting three floors’ have collapsed down. A pile of smashed furnishings and chucks of what are pieces of floors collected in middle of the room under the gap. But it looked more like a stack of concrete pancakes. The duo walked through the room into an other room that was lit by a ray of sunlight peeking through a large hole, as well on the ceiling. Mist of dustmites and vapor stirred and peacefully hovered in the lone light. Orsaar looked more of the ceiling, a gap with the walls decorated by floor awings, balconys and open terraces was so deep that it garshed of ethernal darkness. Soldier led Orsaar down a downslope leading to a corridor lit by two man-made holes, and a wider hole farther down the corridor, on the ceiling. Sand and dust peered through the small holes and shards of glass were scattered across the floor under the holes. Another testament of the events that sent the city to a ride through the hell.

Orsaar has finally arrived to a larger and round room, a large gap cut through the floor in middle of the room. Around it was a heavy crane-like equipment and several military and scientifc equipment, all could be either overturned, smashed, intact and flattened. On the right side of the room was an armored vehicle lodged deep inside the rough-hewn wall. There were as well destroyed pillars around the room and two of them also had military equipment lodged stuck into them. By the pit stood an eldery figure of Orsaar’s kin he was as well accompanied by an armed figure and a female figure. Orsaar and the soldier made greeting gestures with the other three awaiting on them. The female accompaiant noded to Orsaar, he noded as well back and took a deep breath. The air was thick of mites and his throat suddenly felt sandy within seconds, regreting the breath. He let out a cough then closed in to the elder.

Elder - ''Sha’lov, Orsaar. It has been a little while.'' Orsaar - ''Nothing has been so easy ever since the gates to the hell opened. I expected empathy from you, someone like you.''

The elder frowned and grunted.

Elder - ''Of course! I knew this would come from someone like you!''

Orsaar looked on the four spectators behind them two. Sighing and then returned to the dicussion.

Orsaar - ''Very well… I’ve dragged from the other side of this hellhole to this just because you wanted to share a word with me. Let’s hear it.'' Elder - ''Oh, don’t be so fast! But to be fair, you are right on this one. Well, I expected myself that this regime would propser and live on forever. I’ve put so much energy and work to raise this empire. So much energy to make sure everyone were on their well-being. Oh… Let’s take the history short from the beginning…''

"This colony, Arc’oradox, was the result of the settlers seeking new refugee away from overpopulation and cramped slumbs of their own homeworlds. This planet was a dusty arid planet. But it however flourished of life, robust and survival specialists. Ther was very minimal periods of rain. But whenever it would rain, waterfalls for several days and many weeks. Green and red colored life sprouted between the fine dust and sand. Just to be fried in the strong sun and heat, but they all have always managed to create new generations of themselves waiting for the next rain period. Rest is histroy…

''You know? This hell? Well, it all started with a project of digging deep pits which we can then build more residences in. As well deep core drilling for samples and all that other hocus pocus I don’t understand, and I never will do. Life’s short, dot. The first signs were a large wide layer of impeneratable bedrock. We kept on digging in other places, same results. Until they stumbled across a large hollow chamber just like right here. At the bottom of this pit in front of us. The walls were coated in the same bedrock and there was as well an altar in the center. The most curious part of this chamber we’ve seen was the large stone door. Needless to say, it’s also made of the bedrock."''

Elder - ''For our and and others’ safety, we stop it here now. These questions are better left unanswered.''

Orsaar looked curious on the elder.

Elder - ''I’ve made a deal with the devil. All I have to do now is to break it.'' Orsaar - Wait, w-what do you mean? Elder - ''I’ve used to know you very well. You are a fond individual with strong passion and a splendid leadership…''

A slience put the dicussion to rest. Orsaar was divided in confusion, surprise, anger, sadness and pleasure. Shaking his head and winking his eyes several times. By all sudden a roar echoed from the pit and shook the whole fragile construction. Dust and mites feel from the ceiling, folds and cracks.

Elder - ''Oh, it seems like the time’s out. Orsaar, please make me a promise.'' Orsaar- Uhm? Elder - Please lead what’s left of the empire to better times, and don’t make the same mistake as me.

The elder stood up and took few steps closer to the ledge to the pit. Orsaar stood as well up and observed his movements. He was filled with despiar and fear. The elder looked down in the pit and then turned around facing to the other specatators, then he made eye-contact with Orsaar.

Elder - ''Go now. Go unless you want to be crushed and then have your soul dragged all the way down here. Just go if you want to live.''

The four specatators were stratled by the elder’s last words and looked at each other with fearful faces and backed away from the pit. Orsaar was afraid to die and backed too away from the pit. Panic-strikened they made their way out of the building, Orsaar halted for a little bit to catch the last glimpse of the retired leader. He rose his arms, he rose his head, then lended over the ledge. Without any hesistation he realised that he doesn’t have time to stay and watch and rushed for the transport shuttle that just stood there and awaiting for him.