Sense and sensibility
Although, her dreams had seemed dead at first glimpse they were not. And for the first time she found herself to be tucked away into a vision.
That place in her mind, her dream, was sourrounded by a blinding whiteness. If she pricked up her ears, she could even make out a monotounus humming.
There was nothing there besides the skelleton of that tree she had passed on her way to the house. The only reminder of the real world.
Next to it, and that‘s how she knew that it was a dream, there was a well. Filled to the brim with a flat body of black water.
Its blackness had a magnetic pull to it. She was fixated on. Her feet walked towards it on their own account. Bringing her forth. Step by step.
With every step she took the humming changed. It turned into a clattering melody. She knew all to well. And her vocal chords started to chime in, without her consent, produceing and angelic duette.
“yallah yallah habibi.....yallah yallah te...“
Suddenly, her voice fell silent. With a yank of her muscles contracting she snapped out of this odd trance she had been locked in.
Her attention had fallen upon a little creature that was seated on the other side of the wells rim. There it was. The scorpion had returned to her. In fact, its marble like eyes were filled with expectance, focussed on her.
She could see her own reflection in its eyes. And it was as if the longer she looked the bigger the scorpion grew in size. Until it finally towered over her.
Yet she felt no fear only a calming warmth that was spreading through her. Even, when it reached its pincers out clawing for her, she felt nothing at all. She was at ease. Actually, even as the scorpion had gotten a hold of her, in order to throw her into the trechearous water, she let herself be swolled. Gladly, adapting to its coldness. Makeing, no defensing tries to keep her afloat.
And so it was that she felt relief as her body fell deeper and deeper into the abyss. Until it had taken her entirely, into the claws of darkness.
Like many times before she was alone. But she felt at home amid the so familiar silence that held her hostage. To be frankly, she was unaccustomed to anything else but lonelyness. People had deceived the blond her entire lifetime. There had only been one that had done differently. One that had payed for it with the loss of her life. She gave her heart away for her blond.
Or rather it had been torn apart by the bullets Ramalas guys had fired into it.
Her heart bursted due to the utmost kind of love there is. Maternal love. For once, she had not obeyed to her minds plans. But had followed her own hearts desire. Head over heart. But at what cost.
If we were to speak frankly, it seemed like, Zulema had turned Maca bad. Once filled by love she was now spilling over with spite. Evil was eating her away.
And now Maca was afraid that the love of her life‘s legacy was about to fade away entirely.
That, in the end, her sacrifice had been for nothing at all.
Just at that threat of though invaded her mind the vision changed again.
At once she stood on a threshold. About to walk forward as a slim hand appeared out of the blackness that was still surrounding her. The index finger came closer and touched her forhead. Right between the eyes it pushed her backwards. Falling silently, she eventually landed, in the tearing open sea.
She was pulled away by the deafening sea into the deep running water, encircled by all kinds of creatures that tore on her. One worse than the other. All talking, screaming and pulling on her at the same time. After a while she saw, they were no fictional creatures. They were in fact, the lost souls of those she had lost. And those resposible for it. Some of them died in the hands of herself but the rest...The ones screaming the loudest. Those were the ones whom she had been seeking. In the distance away from the group she could make out a yellow piece of clothing. A face. Only it had no features. Maca realized. Zulema already started to fade away from her memories. Then nothing.
She’d been washed away by a big wave. It had flung her onto the shore. Washed away her deepest desire.
There she lay then, on the wet grass. Mud by her feet. Regaining her breath.
There was the sound of tiny scuttleing legs again. Her head tilted to the side searching for it. And indeed. The scorpion was back. One of it‘s little pincers pointed towards an old plate before it went on its path again.
Maca let her eyes roam around and her eyes fell upon a beknown name.
Hotel El Oasis.
The second she had read it she awoke. It was as if she‘d been reborn.
The loss of her lover had taken a toll on her. Their story had brought them to a cross road with only two options. Give life or take it. Zule had taken her chance to make things right and gave her life for two. Now it was Macas turn to make it right. For her that meant takeing revenge for the death of her love.
Hotel El Oasis it is. Back to where it all started. There she would corner her prey and rip them apart. Today she‘d strike. To make them pay for what they did. Or made Zulema do.
So Maca walked onto her very own path of demnation. Her eyes flareing with a dangerous lust to slay.