Harrowing Saw ( The Fourth Ghost) - Into the Raven Part 3 - Fiction

So, what happened lately with this story? Well, no too many nice things and I am running thin on excuses why I didn't make this a bed time story. Maybe it is. But, really dark one.

A few days ago Carl noticed that something is wrong with my side of the Arpitrax so I told him that I went down to a chasm and allow the symbiont to reattach on the systems of my vehicle in a way that is natural to him, and not in a way anyone of us think it is.

I found out that symbiont attaches internally, under the skin of the para-body, and that seems to be the right way, as he didn't turn into a hardened mass of solid material once ascended outside of the chasm, but remained fluid and can move his part autonomously at the certain distance. What ever Arpitrax's fibers looks like, those are Illuyanka's tentacles but compressed.

Carl thinks that there is a slight possibility that both of our species co-exist in some ancient times in some sort of a coherent symbiosis with one another, so that could be an explanation why we are compatible.

But he said that I don't understand what I have done, because now there is no magic filter between two of us, this connection is 100% full coverage of host's system and nothing stops an the defensive system to snowball and wreck havoc in case of any danger detected. I thought this is the greatest invention from the find of sliced bread, but Carl wasn't so impressed.

Carl detected a foreign DNA and higher temperature than average, and he told me that Arpitrax has no ability or a way to prevent what is about to happen, and there is a big possibility that my symbiont is infected by a hostile virus and my immune system is not going to land gently.

I laughed it off and asked Illuyanka to find a way to filter any excess energy out of that combination and use it on the Arpitrax, but only a few hours after I fell ill and spent a day in bed.

Carl believes that Arpitrax did not make Illuyanka crazy. Carl couldn't find a proof that Arpitrax is connected to Illuyanka, and he believes that it is an ancient energy forcefully shoved inside of Illuyanka which he regurgitated in the form of the mythological magic armor. Illuyanka never even wanted it, he wanted a host. He believes if Illuyanka is a symbiont, and his behavioral pattern is like a pet, or a dog as Orwell called him - that every dog will unconditionally obey even the cruelest master. Carl thinks Illuyanka felt that I was in danger, all those turmoiled emotions between us made him agitated, and he reacted.

I was mentioning all those things about doing the right thing and solving dangerous situations... I maybe inspired him with ideas how he could impress me, but it got out wrong and he had no way to disapprove or refuse any of those thing battling inside of his head, it was like battling unbeatable force inside of his own mind. I always counted on power of will and believed that symbiont is not a slave, it was even said that I am a dumbass and he is so much smarter than me, I guess my telepathy didn't get that memo and his ego didn't get a note never to underestimate something that probably only looks small.

The x-ray results of an injury that Illuyanka done to Steve came back as something completely unexpected what was not in the previous results. Both lateral flints ( traverse processes) on one of the vertebra are knocked off and radiologist had no other diagnosis available, as there was no visible external damage, so he ascribed it to a weird congenital flaw. It is not congenital and it was not there before. Steve is lucky to be alive.

I wondered if I imagined all of this, but even if I lie, all the proof can't. That would be one big pile of impossible coincidences. So, I will just shut up, and roll this story until the end, whatever the end is or might be.

You think Game of Thrones storyline is bad? Think metaphysical immortal Kraken with really bad temper and rotten attitude, possessed by a fire demon who suffers migraines, additionally blessed with the capability to cast lightnings, to appear where ever he fucking wants and do whatever he bloody imagines.
I think that joyride is over. I think that we all should be what we truly are.
Welcome to the shit fest.
Lights off.

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