I dreamt on a no named lonely city. It can be the place where I was born, it can be the place I will dead someday, maybe today, maybe yesterday. Buildings have been vacated years ago, in the times when the great flu devastated the big cities around the world.
‘Do you love me?’ She asked with the lips closed. I couldn’t answer her.
It was the clearest day since the beginning of time; it was the darkest day in my life. Am I dead?
‘You aren’t, Alex.’ Alex is one of my other nicknames but I may not remember if I’ve ever used it… maybe in other life. ‘You know, people can live many lives in one. That’s the best of the vaccine.’ She speaks to me but I cannot hear her. Might I want to do it? Why? I couldn’t see her nice blonde hair or her brown eyes; I am just able to hear that wind of thinking knocking on my mind. At the end of this waste land of waste buildings of waste souls there’s a man calling me. He says hello to me. I need to find him, something tells me he has the answer I was never be able to ask. I walk accurate, he keeps on, no movement, no wind, no thinking, just silence. I feel his smile on me, I feel then the answers waiting for me, I feel the wind of thinking again.
‘What’s your name?’ I asked him. He waited one long second of one thousand seconds.
‘You used to call me Old Michael. Do you remember?’ I can or I could in a no time instant.
‘Who’s the girl?’ I asked.
‘She contacted me as she contacted you and all. She offered me much more than I could ever imagine. Did you ever felt like a young man locked in an old man corpse? She offered me a trip to the distant region on my mind and the power to do everything what I want. What did she offer you, eternal youth?’
‘Who am I?’ I asked again.
‘It doesn’t matter, John. You could be a dentist or a lawyer, may it define you? The only important thing of the plot is the man you are turning on.’
‘The creature.’ I interrupted him.
‘Can you feel it? Can you feel him? It’s amazing the first time. You feel his claws scratching you while you feel it is consuming you inside. Can you feel your cells now deeding? May you feel every cell it stoles you, it is devoting to make something greater than you and me. She is the key who opens all the doors, she’s the key to carry you to a better man than you. The flu is only an excuse to hide you the truth: you are deeding, John… You are deeding, Alex.’
I saw myself awaking, she is near me. The flu is getting me better. She talked to me. As in my dream, I cannot hear her. I cannot know if I am into present or into past, but she is always here. Does she really exist?
‘Who was Alex?’ I finally asked her. I begin to remember…
Alex apartment. 10.35 a.m.
He smiled before to answer.
‘Flu.’ Alex answered.
‘Nice to meet you, Dr Mirror.’ Old Michael ended. He understood then the strange behavior of his friend. He used to joke with him but… ‘This is not a joke, Alex. You read the book, you answered the phone, you have fallen into the game.’
**Fake Game. Serial novel by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com