I have just smelled the fantastic smells of wonderfully prepared foods.
Unfortunately,
Those scents spell my doom.
And now, I am... AWAKE!
SAV
(Season 4, Episode 26)
AWAKE
(Seattle, Washington)
“What the hell?” These are the only words I could mutter as I awakened to find myself confined in a dark, cold and extremely tight space. I was lying on my back and I could not lift my arms and my head because I was only mere inches away from touching the sides of my suffocating enclosure.
My nose could smell the delicious, but out of place scents and aromas of something extremely familiar to me on the other side of the walls of my enclosure. At the time, I never imagined the why’s of how I could smell all that scent through the walls that bound me, but I could.
In fact... I could not realize at that moment that I was actually, in horrific effect, being sort of cocooned -- incubated and transformed -- into something that just might be raw, feral and about to meet pure evil!
This was happening right now... and I could feel the cells of my body twisting and shifting and transforming into something not human as some kind of strange change in me was happening.
‘Oh, I remember something now,’ I whispered through lips that could barely form the quiet words. I suddenly remembered how this madness began. It began with my initial introduction to... Mary Sullivan... she is the culprit. It is because of her that I am now in this place. She did this to me.
We were on our first dinner date. She had invited me to her home to test the new eggplant lasagna recipe she said her grandmother gave to her years ago. I was ecstatic when she invited me over to her place with the lure of what sounded like dinner heaven. She is beautiful and what man would not have been flattered to have this tall, red headed beauty invite you over to her place for dinner. I felt like I was the luckiest man in Seattle.
This was happening on an unusually warm late October night, for this part of the country. The city had not experienced any rain for three days straight and I thought we were lucky to have this date under the exposed stars, without cold Fall air forcing us to wrap up in sweaters and coats.
A 70 degree day in Seattle... in October... now 66 degrees at 7:20 PM... and on a dinner date with a woman with goddess good looks? ...Perfection!
I still don’t remember how we first met. I do remember that I was in the Book Nook looking for a particular hardback of some sort. I don’t remember the name of that book, either. But, I do remember that this Mom and Pop bookstore is my favorite hangout... and somehow, she was there.
I remember, like my movements are in a fuzzy dream, that we spoke to each other for a short time and then I just turned away from her and walked out of the book store and headed down the block to my apartment. I was walking back home, and why I was doing this was a faint memory that compelled my movements, to shower and change cloths for the dinner invitation of later in the evening.
I faintly remember telling her about some of the trivial things about my life. And that is all I can definitively dredge up from my mind.
I never dwelled upon the whys of why I talked about my life to a stranger.
And so, eventually, I end up at her front door without a clue as to how I knew where she lived. Another piece of the time inside my mind had vanished, just before I found myself invited inside by her and then sitting on her couch in her apartment.
I don’t remember what her apartment looks like. I don’t remember if she had music playing. I don’t remember the smell of food cooking and I never imagined that any of this was insane.
Now, I do remember her leading me to that couch... the blood red couch... and then she leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips. And everything began to spin around me like I was sitting on a fast moving playground MARY-GO-ROUND.
And when she bit me on my neck... just a little shiver inducing nip... I thought I was about to get to know her in a way I could only imagine in my most vivid midnight dreams. But, that was not going to happen as the world suddenly went black around me.
And then I passed out cold!
And now... how much time has passed since I lost touch with the time? All I know is, I am here in this darkness... in this silence... and I am as lost of memory as the day I left the book store.
But then, sound suddenly clanked into my ears. I heard voices outside of the darkness of my tome. And I came to focus my orientation of the noise and realized that the voices and sounds surrounded me... and they were very close.
Then, the top of my tome lifted up into the air. Many hands were grabbing the lid as it was moved off to the left side of my position on my back. I was now paralyzed... I could not move a finger, but my eyes worked perfectly.
And then I suddenly realized what I wan smelling through the walls of my tome -- the heavenly scent of freshly cooked Eggplant Lasagna pouring into my the space of my capture.
The suddenly vivid horror of everything became clear and evident of what was happening here when Mary Sullivan looked over the right side of my tome. With a big smile on her face she looked directly into my eyes and licked her lips in gleeful anticipation as she took her large carving knife and cut a hefty slice of meat away from the right upper leg of my naked body. She took that piece of my body and happily handed it to someone to her left side.
As she carved more pieces from my completely numb body, I was so stunned that I could not scream inside my mind. This shit was simply so perfectly horrific that all I could do was stare up at the many sparkling lights of the tinkling chandelier directly above my head.
I did manage a mental laugh when someone from the right side told Mary Sullivan that, “Indeed, Mary, Eggplant Lasagna does go excellently with human flesh and a Melbec Wine. Bravo, my dear chef... bravo.”
‘Fuck you, man!’ I screamed at him in silence. ‘I hope you choke on me! And Mary Sullivan... you have to have a special place in hell waiting for you. What the hell?’
SAV
