05-23-2017, 05:19 PM
“Famous?” I was still dumbfounded. It wasn’t what she was saying, per se, but what she was talking about. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, she didn’t have a newspaper in her hands, nor a textile to make it. I was confused, and my skull was pounding. My feet wobbled and my balance was compromised. I fell down and brace for the fall, holding the knife a safe distance from my body.
“Eeep! Are you okay there human? What did I tell you about that knife, you could’ve stabbed yourse…” her voice trailed off as she noticed that the red stuff on my shirt was the color of my very human blood. “YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
Her screech was like cannonfire on my eardrums and she attempted to get close, “Stay back!” I warned and waved the knife up in her direction, aimlessly.
“Why? You need help, I can call the hozzian and he can help you. Why are you acting so afraid? It’s not like you’ve never seen a purple-girl before, unless you’re one of those petty and prejudice humans, which I’ll like, still call the hozzian but honestly discrimination is sooo last century,” she said with a wave of her hair and turned around.
“Wait, don’t…” I struggled, “I don’t need anyone’s help. Just answer my question, what exactly… Are you?”
She turned around, her head tilted with curiosity, “Well you see, mister mister, I’m a purple-girl, at least, that’s what our species is called. If I were a boy, it would be accurate to say purple-boy, when we ascend into womanhood and manhood we achieve the titles of our elders and ancestors Galeemoth, which is… You probably didn’t want a history lesson, did you sir? Well, I’ll be frank, at first I thought you were kind of racist but by the way you’re looking at me I guess I can’t really consider you that, can I?”
“Racist?” the term was vague and I searched and searched until I had found I’d never heard it before, “What is that?”
“Like when… You don’t like someone because of their physical differences from your own,” she summarized.
“Uh… Well you’re not exactly human but… I guess I don’t personally dislike you?” I shrugged.
“Oh Gazziemon!” she exclaimed, “This is great! I’m gonna ask mom and dad if you can stay at my house! We can have sleepovers and parties and-”
“Wait, if you insist I meet your people and my wounds tended by them, I er, assume, I have a requirement, if you could find some way to get these chains off of my wrists, I will go willingly, if you promise in your ancestors that your people will not execute me.” My wager worked easily enough.
“Your chains? I thought those were bracelets, haha, they aren’t just like, a fashion statement?”she giggled and inquired, stepping a little closer to me.
“Not in this case,” I spoke, still very flummoxed by all she had to say but I would let her break the chains if she could.
“Got it, but toss the knife away, I don’t want you trying to stab me or whatever, you could mess up my hair and Bohoma would laugh at me sooo hard if she saw it. She’s the school bully and like, I don’t want her to give her a reason to pick on me.” The purple-girl who was actually currently blue, stepped closer to me, and I complied, though I didn’t place the knife so far off that it was out of reach. I was the one at a disadvantage, child of their race or not.
“You shouldn’t let people like that treat you that way,” I said, realizing my own hypocrisy.
“Yeah, well, last time I tried to stand up for myself she had Kizzleberry pull my shirt off and the whole school saw my bra, not cool, and then the school said I had to go home for the day. It was uncool. Anyway, I can get these chains off with just a little more pressure… Annnd, snap! There you go.” She stood up and smiled, taking a step back from me as she saw the suspicion in my eyes.
She’d crushed the steel with just her hands, as though it were a twig or branch wrapped around my wrists. I gulped but tried not to let on as I examined the texture of her flawless blue hued skin, “Those kids at school sound pretty uh.. Not so nice,” I couldn’t even fathom the culture difference but while I had never attended much school past middle, we’d never do that to a girl.
“Yeah well, now I’ve spotted a human and everyone will know I’m the BEST!” she raised her silver device to the sky.
“What exactly… Is that?” I asked her and she showed me a colored picture of myself. At first I thought it was a mirror but there was text underneath it too, as though a newspaper had come to life, “Holy shit… Is that real?”
“Uhh, my phone? Of course it is. Hmm, you must be new because you don’t seem very cultured.” How ironic, I thought, as she continued, “So I guess I’ll brief you because the Kennliker will just do the same anyway, you’ve washed ashore to our island and we practice strict isolationism, we don’t export nor import, we make everything we live off here. Our isolationism is to prevent wars and unwanted violence in the Omniverse but like, I think there’s other reasons too that the elders don’t tell us.”
That was it. I’d washed up into an entire new world. “The Omniverse?” I parroted.
“So like, I’m not really sure what human world you came from, but that’s totally cool, you don’t even seem like you’re from this time either, since you didn’t even know what a phone was,” she continued, “The Omniverse is a world a lot like some of the Earths humans come from, you are from Earth, right?”
I slowly nod, aliens, monsters, the stories of Homer were all true.
“Okay, so do this for me, imagine that you’re a man in a story book, will you?” I nod again, life was like a chronicle of stories all mashing together until they became intermingled bits, “So you were pulled from your book and re-written in ours. That’s kind of how the elders taught us that it works. It is a pretty apt description if you ask me.”
“So I’m… Dead in my world?” I look down at my calloused hands, confused, fear-ridden, and wishing for a brief instant my life had ended in the sea.
“Nobody knows, ask the God of this world if you get the chance, they call him Omni, but I’m not sure… Hey, hey, don’t cry, it is a new opportunity is all,” she reached for my shoulder but thought twice about making contact with me, based on how skittish I had portrayed myself.
“Is that all the afterlife is? A bunch of stories put together?” I asked her.
“Listen to me, you’re not dead and I’m not some angel telling you that you are, see? No wings. Though, that’d be hella sick, y’know? Anyway, you’re not dead, you just fell in our world instead, don’t worry, I’m sure everything is fine back home for you.” she reassured, she really was a kind ogre-looking thing.
I snuff out the tears that had met with my eyes at the idea of a change of world, “How did I… End up here?”
“I took the chains off, you can come with me now, and the elders will tell you more. I’m afraid I may have told you some things you couldn’t handle, my apologies, human.” She stood up, extended her hand to me and I took it and with ease, she lifted me, a grown man, off the ground.
“Eeep! Are you okay there human? What did I tell you about that knife, you could’ve stabbed yourse…” her voice trailed off as she noticed that the red stuff on my shirt was the color of my very human blood. “YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
Her screech was like cannonfire on my eardrums and she attempted to get close, “Stay back!” I warned and waved the knife up in her direction, aimlessly.
“Why? You need help, I can call the hozzian and he can help you. Why are you acting so afraid? It’s not like you’ve never seen a purple-girl before, unless you’re one of those petty and prejudice humans, which I’ll like, still call the hozzian but honestly discrimination is sooo last century,” she said with a wave of her hair and turned around.
“Wait, don’t…” I struggled, “I don’t need anyone’s help. Just answer my question, what exactly… Are you?”
She turned around, her head tilted with curiosity, “Well you see, mister mister, I’m a purple-girl, at least, that’s what our species is called. If I were a boy, it would be accurate to say purple-boy, when we ascend into womanhood and manhood we achieve the titles of our elders and ancestors Galeemoth, which is… You probably didn’t want a history lesson, did you sir? Well, I’ll be frank, at first I thought you were kind of racist but by the way you’re looking at me I guess I can’t really consider you that, can I?”
“Racist?” the term was vague and I searched and searched until I had found I’d never heard it before, “What is that?”
“Like when… You don’t like someone because of their physical differences from your own,” she summarized.
“Uh… Well you’re not exactly human but… I guess I don’t personally dislike you?” I shrugged.
“Oh Gazziemon!” she exclaimed, “This is great! I’m gonna ask mom and dad if you can stay at my house! We can have sleepovers and parties and-”
“Wait, if you insist I meet your people and my wounds tended by them, I er, assume, I have a requirement, if you could find some way to get these chains off of my wrists, I will go willingly, if you promise in your ancestors that your people will not execute me.” My wager worked easily enough.
“Your chains? I thought those were bracelets, haha, they aren’t just like, a fashion statement?”she giggled and inquired, stepping a little closer to me.
“Not in this case,” I spoke, still very flummoxed by all she had to say but I would let her break the chains if she could.
“Got it, but toss the knife away, I don’t want you trying to stab me or whatever, you could mess up my hair and Bohoma would laugh at me sooo hard if she saw it. She’s the school bully and like, I don’t want her to give her a reason to pick on me.” The purple-girl who was actually currently blue, stepped closer to me, and I complied, though I didn’t place the knife so far off that it was out of reach. I was the one at a disadvantage, child of their race or not.
“You shouldn’t let people like that treat you that way,” I said, realizing my own hypocrisy.
“Yeah, well, last time I tried to stand up for myself she had Kizzleberry pull my shirt off and the whole school saw my bra, not cool, and then the school said I had to go home for the day. It was uncool. Anyway, I can get these chains off with just a little more pressure… Annnd, snap! There you go.” She stood up and smiled, taking a step back from me as she saw the suspicion in my eyes.
She’d crushed the steel with just her hands, as though it were a twig or branch wrapped around my wrists. I gulped but tried not to let on as I examined the texture of her flawless blue hued skin, “Those kids at school sound pretty uh.. Not so nice,” I couldn’t even fathom the culture difference but while I had never attended much school past middle, we’d never do that to a girl.
“Yeah well, now I’ve spotted a human and everyone will know I’m the BEST!” she raised her silver device to the sky.
“What exactly… Is that?” I asked her and she showed me a colored picture of myself. At first I thought it was a mirror but there was text underneath it too, as though a newspaper had come to life, “Holy shit… Is that real?”
“Uhh, my phone? Of course it is. Hmm, you must be new because you don’t seem very cultured.” How ironic, I thought, as she continued, “So I guess I’ll brief you because the Kennliker will just do the same anyway, you’ve washed ashore to our island and we practice strict isolationism, we don’t export nor import, we make everything we live off here. Our isolationism is to prevent wars and unwanted violence in the Omniverse but like, I think there’s other reasons too that the elders don’t tell us.”
That was it. I’d washed up into an entire new world. “The Omniverse?” I parroted.
“So like, I’m not really sure what human world you came from, but that’s totally cool, you don’t even seem like you’re from this time either, since you didn’t even know what a phone was,” she continued, “The Omniverse is a world a lot like some of the Earths humans come from, you are from Earth, right?”
I slowly nod, aliens, monsters, the stories of Homer were all true.
“Okay, so do this for me, imagine that you’re a man in a story book, will you?” I nod again, life was like a chronicle of stories all mashing together until they became intermingled bits, “So you were pulled from your book and re-written in ours. That’s kind of how the elders taught us that it works. It is a pretty apt description if you ask me.”
“So I’m… Dead in my world?” I look down at my calloused hands, confused, fear-ridden, and wishing for a brief instant my life had ended in the sea.
“Nobody knows, ask the God of this world if you get the chance, they call him Omni, but I’m not sure… Hey, hey, don’t cry, it is a new opportunity is all,” she reached for my shoulder but thought twice about making contact with me, based on how skittish I had portrayed myself.
“Is that all the afterlife is? A bunch of stories put together?” I asked her.
“Listen to me, you’re not dead and I’m not some angel telling you that you are, see? No wings. Though, that’d be hella sick, y’know? Anyway, you’re not dead, you just fell in our world instead, don’t worry, I’m sure everything is fine back home for you.” she reassured, she really was a kind ogre-looking thing.
I snuff out the tears that had met with my eyes at the idea of a change of world, “How did I… End up here?”
“I took the chains off, you can come with me now, and the elders will tell you more. I’m afraid I may have told you some things you couldn’t handle, my apologies, human.” She stood up, extended her hand to me and I took it and with ease, she lifted me, a grown man, off the ground.
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