If you’re interested in what the story of my Ouroboros webisode series is going to be like I made the first season (or Cycle One) into novel form. There will be four Cycles and each Cycle is the same time period, just from the point of view of a different character. Cycle One revolves around Ava Fields. Let me know what you think.
– Cycle One –
The apartment door opened sending a rush of fresh air down the hallway and into the kitchen where he was sitting; staring forward.
The door creaked lazily closed and Ava Fields entered the kitchen.
“What’s the matter sweetie?” He called to her from the table.
Ava walked over to the kitchen sink and began washing her hands.
Ava sighed. The bright bubbles sparkled in the dim light. The warm water coaxed the soap from her hands, landing loudly in the metal sink. The sparkling, red foam circled the drain and finally disappeared beyond the metal grate. Ava poured more soap into her hands and resumed lathering.
“Is that,” he paused, “blood?”
The thunderous sound of the water landing hard against the metal lulled Ava’s racing thoughts, until she remembered her husband had asked her a question.
“I hit a dog,” she almost couldn’t get the words past her quivering lips.
“When?” He asked, staring forward.
“On the way home.”
“Did you kill it?”
“What do you mean?”
She watched the waves of soap circle and blend with the pink water in the sink before it slipped down the drain, into darkness.
“It was still alive when I got out to check on it, but it was bad,” she paused to lather up her hands again, “Really bad.”
She stood in silence for a few moments, watching the light pink, now nearly all white, bubbles as they swirled around the sink, waiting to be devoured by the drain.
“I’d run over its stomach,” she began, “and its insides were spilling out the hole in his skin. There wasn’t anything I could do. I had to kill it!”
“So what’d you do?”
Ava stopped the water and watched the last of the now completely white soap slide down into the drain. There was still the sparkle of a few bubbles at the edge of the drain and Ava started the water again to make sure they didn’t escape.
“I hit it a couple times with the tire iron in our trunk.”
“Steven!” Ava whipped around to stare at her husband. “That’s awful.”
She noticed her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. She ripped open her purse and pulled a small pill bottle from the centre compartment. She downed two pills and chased them with a glass of water.
“I didn’t want to hurt it, but it was already dying and I . . .”
“Did it have any tags on it? Do you know whose dog it was?”
Ava turns back to face the back of Steven’s head.
“No,” she swallowed. “There were no tags. He was quite large though. It was probably an outside dog. It took me a long time to drag it down to the River.
“You dumped it in the river?”
“What else was I supposed to do? Leave it there?”
“And you’re sure it didn’t have any tags.”
“Steven, I’m sure,” she tried to calm her rapid breathing and took a few more sips of water. “But I’ll ask around to see if anyone in the building is missing a dog.”
Their dog, Charlie, looked up from his place on the couch. That was his favourite place; lying on top of the seat cushion with his head dangling slightly over the side. His big eyes were what did it to Ava. She began sobbing.
“Hey. I’m sorry,” Steven consoled from his seat at the kitchen table, still staring forward. “It must’ve been an awful feeling to have to kill that dog.”
“I just kept thinking about Charlie and how I would feel if he were missing and I didn’t know what had happened to him. Someone’s missing their dog tonight and it’s all my fault.”
“No, it’s not,” his voice was soft and reassuring. “What was the dog doing without tags or a leash and where were the owners? It sounds like you hit a stray and if they’re caught by the humane society; a lot of them are euthanized anyway. It’s not your fault.”
Muffled music began to thud its way through the thin walls of the apartment. She could feel anger welling up inside her chest. The dissonant thudding happened quite frequently, and Ava hated it.
“They’re playing that awful music again.”
She wasn’t aware of it, but she was gritting her teeth together so tightly as to be audible.
“Come on, Sweetie. It’s not that bad.”
“And I can smell their incense through the wall. I bet they only burn those to cover the smell of the pot.” She walked over to the kitchen wall and gave it two firm raps with bed of her palm. “You’re not fooling anybody!”
“Relax, Ava. Let’s just go into the other room and watch Leno.”
She exhaled and her body slumped, resting against the kitchen counter. “Yah, okay.”
“I’ll be in right away.”
“Come ‘ere, Charlie. We’re going to watch Headlines on Leno. Do you like Headlines? Yes you do.”
Charlie raised his head in a curious manner, only to lay it back down again, letting it dangle over the edge of the couch.
The sound of the thudding dubstep surrounded Seth more completely than the crowd of people sandwiched in around him. Strobe lights flickered and their bodies seemed to move in dislocated, jerky ways along to the poly-rhythms.
Seth closed his eyes, and then realized, he was so stoned that he was closing his eyes in his head.
His eyes shot open and Seth Brock was standing against the wall in Alex Sunderland’s apartment. They were listening to music while Alex’s roommate Nathan played Dynasty Warriors 4.
Seth closed his eyes again, and he was transported back to the rave. All the people were dancing, and he felt an odd sense of community in that moment. Of belonging.
Do I belong in my dreams? The electricity in his brain wondered.
The dancers suddenly stopped and turned to stare at Seth, who was now sitting on a couch in the middle of the dance floor.
They all turned their heads at the same time to a space on the couch, just beside him. He shifted to see what they were looking at.
It was a dog.
There was a dog sitting on the couch beside him.
The dog opened its mouth but the sound that escaped was not a bark as much as it was a searing pain on the inside of his ears; as though someone were digging their nails into his brain while simultaneously shaking his head from side to side.
“What are you?”
Beneath the dog’s white collar a sentence appeared in white text; and in Helvetica no less.
<<I am nothing, I am everything>>
“What do you want?”
<<Video Games = Porn>>
The dog moved closer to him, and Seth tensed.
<<You are a tiny insignificant nothing>>
The pain returned inside his head.
<<You should kill yourself>>
<<You’re not going to listen to a dog are you?>>
The white text dissolved away and another sentence blurred itself into existence.
<<Cause that would be crazy>>
Alex’s voice jolted him out of his meandering thoughts. He was back in the apartment. Continue reading