Interval 12 of intermission 4

Cats.. Cats.. The word repeated itself over and over, spinning freely inside  a small marble implanted directly between Leanards toe – Johnathan was overjoyed, finally, Leonard stepped on the marble which had been waiting right there, on the carpet woven from cat hair. In-fact, Johnathan was the one who put the marble there, in the first place. Leonard on the other hand, had many a marble glued to his fingertips so another marble between the toe, didn’t quite bother him as much as the question why he had marbles glued to his fingers anyway. Johnathan, never really did ever figure out the fact that that wasn’t his own making, but he thought so anyway. With so many evil deeds, some would have to slip your mind pattern wouldn’t they? 

 

Chapter 8000-7992

Madness took the chair to the furthest corner of the closest wall of that same said corner. She wore a red dress, with intricate patterns of green, in-fact the red was so patterned over by the intricacy that it may as well be called a green dress with some red patterns. The dress itself was made of extremely thin strings woven together to make something that looks like an evening dinner jacket, with a subtle hint of the eye, the jacket could turn either green or red, it all depended on the sanity of the onlooker. In this case, the tuxedo that madness was wearing was a bright yellow with pink chequers. Of course from this observation, the onlooker of the onlooker could easily tell the reader that the Montreal express has just derailed due to some maniac tying a young lady to the tracks. The maniac as the onlooker has gathered, was Johnathan who has just successfully derailed a train formerly called the ‘train of thought’, but only in the last few minutes of its demise, it was renamed to the ‘Montreal express’. Johnathan took the second chair to the left of the right, from where madness got hers. Neither of them said anything for quite a steady of passing of time, yet when a catastrophic situation occurs, it is a well known fact that time as one perceives it, slows down. As the Montreal Express began its second revolution around itself in mid air, Johnathan started to see a problem in this plan. Madness was still sitting in her leather-bound mahogany chair, only this time she was looking rather bemused. Finally she asked – So, Johnathan, This whole derailing thing that you had so well planned out, it wouldn’t be all for me, would it now?

Johnathan steadied himself against the rising anti-gravitational tendencies of the flying mandarin and replied with a tone of voice, which said of course I planned for this to happen. “Madness my dear, of course all this is for you, now look, all that stops us from ruling this pathetic brain is the fact that the owner is too stupid to even acknowledge me- I mean, Us, As real beings.”

Johnathan paused for effect while a fruit bowl made a very interesting manoeuvre through the air, by reverse pedalling with an apple and a half filled cup of chocolate juice, while keeping tune with a famous classical piece which is usually only played during slow motion movie moments. “You see” he continued “we simply need to bring him into direct contact with us! Make him afraid, make him believe in us!”
Madness, while twirling her scarlet hair around a finger, lifted an eyebrow and replied – “And when you take over his body? What then?”
Johnathan was taken aback by the gravity as his chair slid onto the roof of the train cabin. “Then!” he said “ Then I will rule his body! Then I’ll rule his miserable life! Then, Ill rule his miserable world!”

“So negative” Madness cast a red eye outside the window and continued, “so you want me to help him take you seriously is that it?”

Outside Johnathan was laughing madly at the derailment in progress and for a moment, in his multiglass eyepiece he caught the red eye casually glancing past him.

Johnathan lit up his cigar and replied.

Madness smirked and disappeared with the rest of the train. Leaving Johnathan and Johnathan outside. Before them, the tied up woman was squirming on the tracks. “Should we release her now?” one said to the other. “Yeah, she’d get out anyway, besides, she’s seen enough now”

With that, Sanity was yet again free to roam the green fields of France with her blue vein cheese and caramelised onion dip. Yet, Deep inside, corruption had begun.