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Barkas the Terrible - Barbarian
Fiction |
The Prince
of
Zgavar
Chapter 1.
The Coming of the Judges
Chapter 2.
Ink from Hell
Chapter 1.
He had much
power on Mars, the man with the organ. Whenever he pushed a key someone would
burn. It was cruel machinery. He was an artist. He could fly in the sky with
his organ, by pushing the keys, making great melody. But one day his ship
exploded. Panthers were licking from his blood. He became a mess, a zombie. And
people started to call him the burning one. He couldn’t make any melody
anymore, but his eyes spat fire. By one stare he could kill, and he couldn’t
control this force. He was a judge.
When the
judges came on Mars things started to change. They had more power than
emperors, more power than medical ones, more power than anything. They would
fly in helicopters, judging countries, judging continents. They were from Tartarus.
They had
intelligence rising above everything. They were movie-makers, dictators,
tyrants, sultans in the clouds. They would command you to do something, or not.
They were the rulers of the mind. They had their voices in your heart. And what
they did was making stories, making a mess of everything, for they were such a
mess themselves. They were the Lords of Chaos. Black panthers were their
parents, they made the newspapers everyday. They dominated TV.
On doom’s
day they would fall down, as it had been prophesied in their books. Only the
strongest of them would survive. It was the survival of the fittest. So they
lived in rage, and judged everything, so that everyone would feel their pains
and fears. They were tragic figures.
Tragic
figures living in the sky. Living in helicopters, breeding
the lie, the big lie. One day they would die. Only the strongest would
survive.
There were screams, a man pushed away some big leaves. It was Barkas, a jungle man, barbarian. He lived deep in the
jungles of Tartarus, to be safe. Never did he hear a
breath of these men, these judges, as he was far away. Living
on a piece of paradise. A sorcerer he was, but only by his sword. He
didn’t believe in magic too much, but in a good fight, like his mother. The
sword was his god. Well, his own god was unreachable, Dus,
the god of his father, and the god of his mother was Soms.
Like his father and mother he didn’t believe too much in them. He rarely prayed
to them. He had been taught to use his sword.
He was
never complaining too much, just dealing with the situations. He was rough, but
he was also tender and soft, yes weakness would let him explode at times, then
he would completely break down. He was a man after my heart.
I am the
great great sorceress. I am the eater of hearts.
Through my jaws they will enter, and they will live forever after they have
been torn apart. My teeth are sharp and never humble, only when they are
deceiving, luring, seducing. I have a great mind, a great body. I am the blue
princess.
My copper
burns, it’s shifting the pictures of the eyes. It’s shifting everything. I have
spider eyes. I am the blue princess, welcoming them into the nights. My nights
are great but murderous. My breaths are hot. I am the dragon. Immunity is what
I will bring, by weakness, by the sting.
I am the
statue of the night, in their heads I play them songs, I play them long. No,
don’t go to sleep, you better weep. For the days are wrong, so wrong, let me
lure them to my nights, let me lure you, and start the fight. You better wake
up.
Barkas
was in a shock. This was the first time he heard this strange song. It
enchanted him. It was martian
TV. They had found him in the jungle, displaying shows in his head. By a knife
he cut his head, then he took out the tall plug. They
inserted it in the night. By a snake’s tooth, yes, by a snake’s
tooth. It was a foul tooth, tall and brown.
He could
behead the snake if he would find it, but it was gone.
The voice
of the blue princess was still whispering in his head. He had taken out the
plug, but the wound was still there, and the venom had found it’s
place in his body. He was a victim of martian
TV now. What kind of movies would they do ? What kind
of trauma’s would they bring. A voice was luring him,
a voice so deep. ‘Welcome to the jungle.’
In that
night he died, but someone woke him up again. It was the blue princess. Her
voice was sharp, and then so soft. It would wake him up, it would wake him up.
He was her puppet now. But it was better than anything else. She had saved him,
saved him, from a horrible death.
The wound
was burning his skin. He looked up and saw her, with her black panthers. She
had a smile he couldn’t explain. Now she wanted him further, deeper, she took
away his pain.
‘Barkas,’ she said, ‘stay close to me, I will lead you out
of this TV, for TV is all zombification
technique. I will teach you how to walk, I will teach
you how to dance. I have been here before.’
Someone
smashed the TV screen. A professor, he had done something wrong. He skipped the
channels, and then found this, this lady with the panthers. Something was
screaming in his head. It wasn’t a good invention.
Mad
professors rule Mars, helicopters in the sky. You can never trust them. They
are the judges of the mind. In their books it
Oh, those
clowns, they fill the sky, they paint your worlds, it’s all disguise. They are
falling stars, eating is all they can, as they want to forget, forget, forget about the master plan. They are soul hunters, with
bodies swollen up, fattened up by TV, they need to shoot you.
What’s this
skull on an old table. It’s an old man, wanting to be
young. They dance dances of illusion. You must be strong. They play mr. beautiful, all machinery, who’s fattening them up, you
want to see ? They like it when you dance, they like
it when you grow up, to have a part of the big TV. They like you to grow up
there, reach for elevators of Mars, be the big one, be the last one, be the big mouth. It is the survival of the majority, so
have many heads. Have a machine of democracy.
You can buy
them like icecreams on the fairground. Girl be wise
and take two. For tonight is the fight, and only those
with the most heads will win. It doesn’t care which words you choose, it doesn’t
care how beautiful you are, how you have studied, or what religion you have ….
Only those of the most heads will win, and will take it all ….
So stand
up, open your mouth, and show your teeth, show those heads you have inside ….
On Mars a million heads show a smile, but a billion heads show a grin. You want
to know what’s behind the scene ? An
advanced skull, the eyes of death, and a sarcastic wide and evil grinning
mouth, shouting when it laughs, a dictator behind the mass. He has
secret signs on his head, all kings who like to pretend. Pretend to rule the
world, it all happens on TV. Old men are isolated, sitting on chairs to watch,
and they are kings, great kings, emperors, of their own households, their own
puppet families. They can brag like no one can, but no one’s listening.
There, deep
down in the jungle, the blue princess knows all about it. She showed the fruits
to Barkas, these fruits, letting so many heads grow
inside. When you open your mouth it’s a blast. Those forbidden fruits, those
forbidden fruits …. Barkas took a bite and gasped …. Gasped
for breath …. She gave him a kiss. ‘Now rule with me, my king,’ she said. But
she was terror, and Barkas ran away. What did he eat ? Did he fall ? Why did she poison
him ? Or was it to protect him ?
Against all the dictators rising up, wanting so much of Mars.
‘You need
to protect yourself, Barkas,’ she said. ‘Mars gets so
insane. I will show you your uniform.’
But all he
could do was tearing things apart.
‘Let me be
your rock, Barkas,’ she said. But he pushed her away.
‘I will induce you to sleep,’ she said. ‘And I will take you away. In my ruins,
in my ruins, in my ruins you will be safe.’
She saved
him from death, from horrible beasts. She took him away, while she was
bleeding. She gave him grace.
There were
guns in the air, they wanted him back. ‘Go back to the volcano, to your jungle.’
Dark voices they had.
They had
built their TV inside. By a high voice she could break the screens. She was a
siren, his siren. They brought forth voices, she was his everything. She was
his echo.
On the
stairways a woman stood. She was tall and lovely, tender, selling fruits. So
many heads on your skin so small, you will always win, but lose so deep after
awhile, for there are secrets, secrets, secrets in the sky. Voices
of the dead wanting to have it differently. There was a stairway in his
head since that day. He was like a roman emperor now, with a blue skin. Popes
were his marionets now, the black ones and the
whites, and of course the red ones. It was martian chess they played. And they would play and
drink till deep in the night.
In a shock Barkas woke up. He had a psychedelic dream. He stared at a
snake before him, while he was still busy. ‘No, don’t bite me again,’ he begged
the snake. But the snake was merciless and attacked. There was a warm hand on
his mouth, and then it died, and it got cold.
‘No, don’t
take me away,’ Barkas screamed. The blue princess
stood before him with her leopard. She had a gun in her hand. She had shot the
snake. ‘It almost killed you,’ she said. ‘Come.’
But Barkas couldn’t move. Tenderly she took him in her arms. ‘It
will take awhile before the poison is out.’
When they
came to her dark castle she gave him something to eat and to drink. Panthers
surrounded them. ‘You are safe here,’ she spoke. ‘Be my guest.’
‘Am I on TV ?’ he asked.
‘No,’ she
smiled. ‘I just killed this snake called martian
TV. They are dangerous zombificators of the dark.
However many get killed by their bites.’
‘I like
snakes,’ Barkas said.
‘I like
them too,’ the blue princess said. ‘But I just had to save you.’
‘I
understand,’ Barkas said.
The day after she showed him the sea behind the ruins. They made a long long walk on the beach. ‘Pirates use to come here,’ she
said. ‘Oh, they are such tricksters,’ she said. ‘Tricksters
of the mind.’
Chapter 2.
Ink from Hell
She opened
her mouth, I could see her jaws and her sharp teeth. She
was a martian robot. Some of
her black-blue gorillas were playing on the beach. She lived in my head. She
clapped in her hands three times and an enormous red-skinned man came out of
the sea. He had a dark voice. It was like his skin was burning. He was dark
red. ‘He can take the poison out of you,’ she said to me. He walked towards me,
pushed his hand firmly against my skin, while his hand became black. Then he
spat out some black water.
He showed
me his hand. Inside there was a TV screen. ‘All ink,’ he said.
‘Is there
still such ink in my head ?’ I asked.
‘It will
take a long time before everything is out,’ he said. He seemed to be the only
one who could handle the ink. But he always had to spit a lot of it out. The
rest he would concentrate in his hand. He said he could send images in people’s
heads by it.
‘Barkas,’ he said. ‘I live by the ink. Without the ink I
die.’
Then he
returned to the waters and dived away. The blue princess smiled. I saw the
lights in her eyes. Also her panthers seemed to be satisfied. Together we
walked to her ruins again, and fell asleep in each others arms.
The End