Vince Fox

The Virus Cures - A Storybook NightmareThe last thing I can remember is the shouting of others and the thumping of blood pulsating through my veins. I woke up inside of my burning home, my cell of dementia. The world in front of my eyes was blurry, but it could have been from the intense heat. As I made my way through the burning building I found only walls and charred bodies. "Maybe I'm in hell..maybe my dreams are real". The screams are tangible and the scent of sickness permeates through the smell of the victims. Are they friends? Are they family? Or are they foes? Did I do this? The smoke is choking me. As I run past hallways I breathe in the fumes of the wounded. There was a certain moment in time where this made me feel alive. I saw beauty in destruction and pleasure in suffering. I believe this makes me the monster I swore I'd never become. This metamorphosis is deteriorating my very soul. If there was any time to ask God for help it would be now. If any S.O.S could reach out and slap someone in the face I'd greatly appreciate the helping hand. Though a supernatural or God-like entity brings a prospect of hope, I know it will not cure my mind of the sickness. In the end, the only ones who exist are "The Monster" and myself. I couldn't believe my eyes, but led myself to believe this was my home. On my way to the front door I took one final glance into the narrow hall. What was once saturated with portraits is now a gallery of broken glass. There were no memories to save, no mementos to carry with me.A flicker of events prior to my current condition reared its head in my mind. I remember me. I remember looking into myself. The mirror spoke to me with its tarnished and stained wood frame. " I can see it in your eyes" it said. "It's viral, It's chemical..It's viral, It's chemical, It's viral, it's chemical". With every echo of this phrase it grew more and more intense. The reflection in the mirror began to take shape into a being that was reminiscent of the man I once was. So there we stood, man and monster, halo and horns. What was most disturbing was my inability to decide who the antagonist really was. Is he standing in my shoes or is he looking right at me, into me and through me. In an instant, hell was before me. The flames inhaled the house bit by bit. Nothing could have kept me inside for a moment longer. No sign of my love, no remnants of my family. The world that was painted before my eyes was a dream tinted in green. The clouds were a hazy mixture of dull greens and subtle browns. There was no sky left here and this was not a nightmare. The storm was becoming denser and growing at a deadly rate. I could feel every bit of it inside me. The glass encasing the vial is broken and the creature inside my mind has woken the viral entity in me.Demons exist in many forms and it seems like mine took the shape of a virus. I have one chance to set things right. The only cure is to mutate with it and tap into this corner of my psyche. This virus is the longing for more knowledge and exploration of this part of my mind.It's as if I am getting my feet wet. But once I jump in i hope i can stay afloat. Once I am engulfed in this world I wont be able to breathe until I resurface. Is my mind strong enough to distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality?"What if all of my dreams could come true? What if the nightmares I paint could kill you."::Soon after the news stations went off the air::-Segment from "THEvirusCURES"