Sep 29, 2006 20:49
I suppose for a while I was hidden. How exactly does one just announce to the world that they aren't dead at all? I'm pretty certain there is no correct method for such a thing. I could send out personalized notes to everyone that had a hand in my demise, though I really would prefer to see the look on their face when I do finally emerge. It would be almost like the stages of death itself. The denial, the bargaining, and even acceptance in the end. It would have been quite a prize to see the looks on their faces when they realized that whatever was in that crypt in the vaults of the CIA wasn't me at all.
So I stayed hidden, watching them all scurry around like rats in a maze. Chasing their tailes, trying to stay one step ahead of whatever foolish game they thought they were playing. Finding pieces of some grand puzzle meant to allow them eternal life, or some sick cruel joke on the world that there was no great gift waiting at the end.
When it all was overwith? When the final piece had been laid aside on the board I knew that it wasn't even a matter of needing to see their faces when I emerged, I simply just needed to let it be known that through it all? Through all their trickery and lies and games... that through it all, I was always going to be there. Beneath the surface, hidden with all the lies.
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