In the Court of the Crimson King (Part 2) - Writers Forum

A Glass Thought · 06-15-2006, 04:00 PM

In the Court of the Crimson King (Part 2 of 2)

Drinking from the holy cup had opened Robert's senses to raw and uncensored information. The dark walls glowed until they were as pristine as diamonds. Johnny and Blair were no longer there thought, but Robert did not miss them. The Crimson King stood before the altar, and refilled the bottle with his own blood. Two angels stood at his side. Their eyes were pure white and their hair blazed red like fire.

Robert, you have freed me from that dull land. This is my home, and it is mine to share with you. Welcome, I am the Crimson King. Come, and drink, and life shall be yours forever. Here, earth is only a shadow.

Robert, tried to take it all in, but he could only laugh and smile. He tried to run to the altar, but found himself flying towards it. He became worried when he realized he would crash into it, but an overwhelming sense or ecstasy rushed over him when he realized he would not. He flew through the altar, through the walls even, then back down through the roof. The Crimson King laughed with him, and handed him the green bottle which contents glowed with a strange light.

As he floated above the pews in a land between heaven and hell, he drank every last drop. Slowly, a white hot fire penetrated every fiber of him.

Sire,. I.... I can feel... everything! It's like, I am connected to the world! He yelled. The king smiled. Robert looked up, and saw earth floating above among the starry sky. Dragons danced back and forth outside the windows, their breathes creating new life.

Do you see, how dull and damaged your world was? Asked the Crimson King. His angels now talking with him. Their raven voices were beautiful. In the distance, he could hear that same muted scream.

Robert did see this new world. His old seemed like some pale zombie, devoid of true color and life. If he had the choice, would he ever even want to go back to that place, that land where zombies moved monotonously throughout dead streets, that life without meaning? No, this was his new home, in the King's Court. He was home.

Robert felt his soul pound against his chest, as a million worlds collided and separated in his mind, all while the earth spun overhead and the Crimson King smiled.

Case 22041900: The Chapel Kids of Abilene, Texas

There is no greater testament to the danger of the misuse of psychedelic drugs than that of the three 11 year old children in Abilene. In 1986, Robert Livingston, Blair Underwood, and Johnny Deep discovered a discarded bottle containing a mixture of PCP and Absinthe. Under small doses, this cocktail induces auditory and visual hallucinations.

On August 14, all three children drank from the bottle until it was empty, sending them into a hallucinogenic nightmare. Johnny Deep suffered massive hallucinations, in which he believed the dead were rising from their graves and ate his two friends. He then crawled into a small cupboard screamed for hours on end. It was his screams that two joggers heard and they alerted the police. He was found with a small pocket knife in his hand and over two dozen lacerations upon his face and arms. Later, when the drugs subsided, he told his horrific account of having to cut the dead off of him or they would have eaten him. He also severed his right index finger.

Robert Livingston was found lying at the foot of the old burnt out altar. There was a large gash on his forehead and his face was covered in blood. It was later determined by the blood on the altar that he had at one point smashed his skull into the altar, fracturing the bone. Even so, he seemed oblivious. His teeth twisted in a maniacal grin and his hand gripping the empty bottle On the ground next to him lay an old piece of paper, with scripture on one side, and on the other, written in blood:

"This is the Court of the Crimson King. Drink from his blood and live forever."

Robert Livingston never awoke from his delusions. He now resides in the Insanity Ward of the Denton Mental Hospital where he suffers from the same delusion that he is in some sort of Castle with a Crimson King.

Blair Underwood suffered a seizure and died on the chapel floor.

Several days later the Chapel was torn down completely, and the local police began issuing harsher punishments on those related convictions.

Even though this incident is relatively unknown, it is not uncommon....

Robert Livingston lay strapped into his hospital bed. There was a think line of a scar across his forehead, and a smile still remained on his face. Outside of his small meshed glass window was the face of a one eyed man, smiling back at him.

Mike C · 06-15-2006, 05:10 PM

Was copying the title intentional or accidental?

aliceedelweiss · 06-15-2006, 05:21 PM

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Johnny and Blair were no longer there thought but Robert did not miss them.

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I really liked this! Much more excitement compared to the first half

Awesome job, no complaints from me. I really really enjoyed reading it. The plot was just so....scary. I feel bad for those poor little kids! Freaks me out...

Bravo,
Alice

A Glass Thought · 06-16-2006, 01:19 AM

Mike C,
I assume you're referring to the King Crimson album, and yes, it's intentional. I like the band and I've always thought that King Crimson was a great name for a band, and I was listening to the album when I was writing.

Alice,
Thanks for enjoying it so much.

Chris Miller · 06-16-2006, 08:51 AM

"Johnny Deep suffered massive hallucinations, in which he believed the dead were rising from their graves and ate his two friends."

How about, "in which he saw the dead rise... and eat.."

As it it reads like he ate his friends. Also, "believed" is the wrong verb.

I liked the last italicized part best, even though it is explanatory and kind of telling. You might consider expounding and intermingling it with the story instead of just tacking it on.

A Glass Thought · 06-16-2006, 10:54 AM

Chris,
Hahaha, you're right, it does sound like Johnny ate his friends. That's funny.

About the italicized part, I understand what you're saying, but I dunno. The takling was the effect I was going for, sort of like an Afterwards in a book. I almost considered making it a seperate part of the story, but I stated in the first part that it was a two part thing, so tomatoes, tomahtoes.