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Chapter 19 : Quests, Mysteries, and Revelations 1/3
Publié le 02/09/2025 à 22:25 par hellstory
EPISODE 1
Bill Glass "Dr Robinson"
Fka Twigs "Rebecca"
Omar Ayuso "Aaron"
Chapter 1: Convocation
A few weeks later, in France, Rebecca and Aaron each receive a call from a representative of an American production. The couple had not registered as a couple, but as only singles. The representative tells them that their registrations have been accepted and that they are invited for an in-person interview at a studio located in Los Angeles, America.
This is not an invitation they take lightly, but their curiosity and instincts suggest they seize this unique opportunity.
...
The big day has finally arrived, in the ultra-modern studios of Los Angeles. After an exhausting journey, Rebecca and Aaron walk through the doors of a futuristic building nestled in the heart of the city, where the atmosphere combines excitement and intensity. The international team hosting them is welcoming, but the adrenaline is already building.
Their hearts beat in unison, mixing nervousness and curiosity. The first to be called is Aaron. He enters a room bathed in light, where Dr. Robinson, a renowned scientist a reassuring smile awaits him, camera in hand, ready to capture every moment. The tension is palpable.
Dr. Robinson, in a calm but enthusiastic tone, begins the meeting:
Dr. Robinson: Hello, Mr. Lopez. First of all, congratulations on making it this far. You have decided, in all conscience, to participate in this revolutionary experience. Today we let's find out if science can really predict whether two souls are made to meet and unite.
His look becomes serious, but his smile remains soothing. He takes out a notebook, then leans slightly towards Aaron or rather Jesus, as he had chosen to be called and, of course, he no longer had the same last name. As a result, Aaron and Rebecca were no longer officially administratively married.
Dr. Robinson (in a soft voice): Let's start with a few simple questions to get to know you better, how would you describe your personality in a few words?
Aaron thought for a moment, then replied:
Aaron: I would say I'm quite introverted, curious, and quite passionate when something interests me. I like tranquility, but also deep conversations.
The scientist quickly notes, then continues:
Dr. Robinson: Very good. And when it comes to your relationships, what do you value most? Confidence, spontaneity, or something else?
Aaron: Confidence, without hesitation.
He nods, then asks a new question:
Dr. Robinson: Imagine an ideal day: what would you do?
Aaron: Probably a walk in nature, or reading a good book. I like simple but authentic things.
The scientist continues, his fingers running through his notebook:
Dr. Robinson: And in love, what do you expect from a partner?
Aaron hesitates for a second, then confides:
Aaron : Someone with whom I can be myself, share passions, and build something sincere.
Dr. Robinson's eyes light up. He gathers his notes, then looks at Aaron seriously but kindly.
Dr. Robinson: These answers will help us analyze your profile. Now I'm going to ask you some more specific questions, to determine your compatibility with different types profiles.
He releases a new set of questions, aimed at exploring Aaron's preferences, stress management, and core values, with the ultimate goal of deciphering, through science, with who he would be most in harmony with.
Dr. Robinson adjusts his glasses, taking a more analytical tone.
Dr. Robinson: All right, Mr. Jesus Lopez. To begin with, how do you react to stressful or conflict situations?
Aaron thought for a moment.
Aaron: I prefer to step back, analyze the situation, and try to stay calm. I think patience is key to solving problems.
The scientist quickly notes, then continues:
Dr. Robinson: And regarding adventure or novelty, how do you position yourself? Are you more the type to seek stability or explore new experiences?
Aaron: I like stability, but I'm not closed to trying new things, especially if they can bring me something positive.
Dr. Robinson nods, then continues:
Dr. Robinson: Very interesting. Now, let's talk about your principles. What values do you consider essential in a relationship?
Aaron (with conviction): Sincerity, mutual respect, and the ability to communicate openly.
The scientist writes down each word, then asks one last, more personal question:
Dr. Robinson: If you had to choose between the stability of a long, passionate relationship, or the spontaneity of a short but intense affair, which would you prioritize?
Aaron, after a pause, responds sincerely:
Aaron: I think I would prioritize stability, but I don't want to completely deny passion or novelty. Balance is what I'm looking for.
Dr. Robinson closes his notebook, a satisfied smile on his face.
Dr. Robinson: Thank you, Mr. Jesus Lopez. This information will be essential to identify the person who best matches your profile. Science shows that certain personalities agree better than others, and thanks to your answers, we will be able to progress in this process.
He stands up and extends his hand to Aaron to end the interview.
Chapter 2: Between mystery and truth
A few minutes later, Rebecca enters the room, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity shining in her eyes. She sits down opposite Dr. Robinson, who smiles warmly at her to put her at ease.
Dr. Robinson: Hello, Ms. Lévy. Thank you for being here today. We'll start with a few questions to better understand your personality, your values, and what you're looking for in a relationship.
Rebecca nods, ready to answer.
Dr. Robinson: How would you describe your temperament in a few words?
Rebecca took a moment to think, wondering whether she should be honest and risk tarnishing her image, or lie to promote herself. She spent a long time meditating on this decision. She took a deep breath, an enigmatic smile on her lips.
Rebecca: My temperament, let's say it evolves according to circumstances. I am both attentive and determined, adaptable but also faithful to my values. In short, I'm a bit like one river, changing direction while following its course.
She gave a knowing look, suggesting that she hadn't said everything, but that she had mastered her image perfectly.
The scientist quickly notes this.
Dr. Robinson: Very good. And, when it comes to relationships, what is most important to you? Complicity, independence, or something else?
Rebecca: Complicity, without a doubt. I need to feel connected to my partner, to share sincere and deep moments.
Dr. Robinson: What about your ideal day? What would you like to do if you had free time?
Rebecca gave an enigmatic smile, her eyes shining darkly.
Rebecca: Ah, my ideal day? Maybe I would spend my time whispering with the shadows, listening to their forgotten stories. Who knows, maybe I'll get lost in a garden secret where each flower hides a deadly secret, each petal a promise of the end. After all, some pleasures are so dark that they cannot be exposed...
She let a heavy silence hang, as if she had just revealed a fragment of her twisted and mysterious universe.
Dr. Robinson, taking note, continues:
Dr. Robinson: What do you expect from a loving partner? What qualities do you favor?
Rebecca thinks, then confides:
Rebecca: Trust, kindness, and the ability to laugh together. I am looking for someone who respects my passions, but who can also support me in my most difficult times.
At that moment, Rebecca almost burst out laughing or hysteria, it depends. She was so afraid that someone would select a partner who was the opposite of her expectations that she decided to be
totally frank, as if this was his last act of courage before perhaps becoming a TV star. She describes the perfect type of man, emphasizing everything she didn't want especially not, just to clarify things.
Rebecca: He has to be intellectual, I don't want a guy who shines with his charisma, that could make me blind. I don't like men with light eyes, especially those who have that snake look, like they were going to hypnotize you to steal your soul. They are predators, and I definitely don't want to end up as a main course for a hybrid from Nibiru, who would have left their planet because there are no more gold mines there. You know, these descendants of gold prospectors, who decided to conquer the Earth, and have already enslaved them humans and they reproduce with the most beautiful women to give birth to beautiful babies-half-men, half-snakes. So, no thanks, I don't want a hybrid. Because, let's be honest,
even though they are intelligent, they lie like they breathe. And that is non-negotiable. There you go, it's crystal clear: It's out of the question for me to accept presence of a Godzilla in my life; I will not submit as a slave. I also inform you that I will file a complaint against the show.
Dr. Robinson: Ms. Lévy, your distrust is as sharp as a laboratory needle. I understand that you have reservations, especially when faced with imaginary creatures or coming hybrids besides, but here, our only objective is to establish a sincere dialogue. As for your complaint, I assure you that our show only seeks to reveal human diversity, without invasion snake-hybrids or Godzilla in sight. Let's stay serious, and you'll see, we don't bite, unless it's for a scientific experiment, of course.
He looks at her carefully, then asks a more focused question:
Dr. Robinson: If you had to choose between a long, stable, but perhaps less passionate relationship, or a short but intense affair, which would you choose?
Rebecca hesitated for a moment, remembering her two relationships experienced simultaneously with Aaron and Antonio, two completely opposite men. Despite this, she seemed particularly attached to
them, even if these memories actually corresponded to sequences of films that she remembered having experienced before her suicide attempt with Aaron, without actually having them experienced.
It was Aaron who had gradually restored his memory by reactivating the areas of the brain responsible for his amnesia, those which had been deactivated when he wandered as a soul penalty. Thanks to this divine intervention, she gradually regained her memories; otherwise, she would have remained an empty shell, devoid of any memory.
Rebecca: I think I would prioritize stability, but I don't want to give up passion or spark. The ideal would be a balance, a mixture of the two.
Dr. Robinson closes his notebook, an approving smile on his face.
Dr. Robinson: Thank you, your answers are valuable to our study.
Rebecca (hoping): Is it over?
Dr. Robinson: No.
Rebecca: Shit. Oops, sorry.
Dr. Robinson: We will now explore your profile further.
EPISODE 2
Bill Glass "Dr Robinson"
Fka Twigs "Rebecca"
Omar Ayuso "Aaron"
Chapter 3: Between science and emotions 
Dr. Robinson tilts his head with a reassuring smile, while carefully scrutinizing Rebecca.
Dr. Robinson: Very good, Ms. Lévy. To deepen our understanding, I will ask you some more targeted questions, which will help us understand your psychological and emotional profile.
He takes out another notebook, thicker, and opens a blank page.
Dr. Robinson: Let's start with your emotion management. When you are faced with a difficult or conflicting situation, how do you generally react?
Rebecca, hesitant for a moment, nervously plays with a curl of her hair, then responds, her voice tinged with irony:
Rebecca: I tend to analyze, to keep calm, to wait for the storm to pass or I can also explode like a volcano if the situation is beyond me.
The scientist quickly notes, then continues:
Dr. Robinson: And when it comes to trust, how do you connect with someone? What do you think are the keys to a lasting relationship?
Rebecca thought for a moment.
Rebecca: Sincerity, patience, and clear communication. I'm not the type to let myself be manipulated. Trust is like a garden: you have to water it, protect it, and above all, do not let weeds flower.
He looks at her attentively, then asks her a new, more personal question:
Dr. Robinson: What past experiences or relationships have most shaped your view of love?
Rebecca looks distantly, as if she is watching a movie in her head. She no longer remembers the things she actually experienced with her former partners. They are rather memories in the form of images scrolling on the screen, like fragmented memories. His mind oscillates between blurry flashbacks, without knowing precisely when they took place or if these stories were real. Seeing the reasons for their breakups, she told herself that it might be better if she no longer remembered their identities, to maintain a certain inner peace.
Rebecca: Let's say that I have experienced passionate loves, but also deep disillusionments. These meetings taught me to be more suspicious, to know my limits better. But, despite everything,
I keep some hope.
He wrote down each word and continued:
Dr. Robinson: Imagine an ideal situation, what type of connection would you look for in a partner?
Rebecca, in a mysterious tone, replies:
Rebecca: Someone who shares my passions, but who also knows how to surprise me. The balance between security and adventure, between gentleness and passion. I want a relationship where every day is one new adventure, but also a refuge.
He gently closes his notebook, a smile of approval.
Dr. Robinson: Thank you, Ms. Lévy. These elements will help us determine, through science, whether your profile matches that of your ideal partner.
She looks at him, a mixture of impatience and hope. The scientist extends his hand seriously.
Dr. Robinson: Science can reveal unsuspected compatibilities, but it's also your sincerity that makes all the difference.
Rebecca hugs her, ready to discover if this experience will lead her to a real encounter, or if she will forever remain an enigma in this laboratory of love and science. She went out and joined Aaron, isolated on a smoking bench. Her face marked by a tension that she can no longer contain. She sits next to him, her shoulders hunched, trembling nervously.
Aaron, worried, took his hand.
Aaron: It hasn't been easy for you. Do you want to talk about it?
She lowers her head, a deep sigh that seems to carry all her weight.
Rebecca: I'm sure I won't be accepted. I failed to be... up to the task. I wanted to be sincere, but everything I said... You know, this paranoia, these slightly crazy ideas... I couldn't help but reveal everything, even though I know I don't necessarily like it.
She shook his hand, as if to give herself courage.
Aaron: See, if I'm not selected, it will prove that I'm worthless. That I'm too... ordinary, too simple. That I'm not "television" or spectacular enough for this emission.
His words escape with vulnerability. Rebecca relaxes in Aaron's arms, as if seeking refuge.
Aaron, with a heavy heart, holds her close to him.
Aaron: You're the most authentic person I know, and you're much better suited to be on this kind of show than I am.
He tenderly caresses her hair, his eyes filled with infinite tenderness.
Rebecca: I love you for your sincerity, for your beauty both inside and out, not for what the production might expect from a TV star. You are unique, and no one can never take it away from you. You know... I wanted to maintain a little mystery without revealing everything sometimes, but I must admit that with the stress, I had the impression of having returned to psychiatry to Mayer and his notes. It's like I have to lay myself bare in front of strangers, in front of experts. Honestly, I hated this interview.
Aaron: You know, I'm proud of you no matter what happened in that interview. I remained myself, sincere and honest, because I believe that we must always remain faithful to who we are. I understand that this kind of moment can be difficult.
He caresses her cheek, his gaze filled with emotion.
Aaron: You don't have to form such a pessimistic idea. That's what life is too: learning to accept our flaws, our doubts. And I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always be there. For you, for us.
She closes her eyes for a moment, letting her emotions overwhelm her, then she snuggles closer to him, finding in his arms the peace she was desperately seeking.
In this emotional silence, they know that the ordeal that awaits them or not only strengthens their bond. Their love, fragile but sincere, is their greatest strength. And no matter what life has in store for them, they have already found the most precious certainty: being together, against all odds.
Rebecca: Will you come with me to see Bill at the hospital?
Aaron: You know that psychiatric hospitals aren't my thing.
Rebecca: I understand, but it's just a visit. We have no intention of being interned there yet.
Aaron: No, but I promised Angelo I'd come see him at the Manor...
Rebecca: Very well, then our paths will separate.
They kissed before taking opposite directions. Aaron slipped away discreetly, remaining to watch his wife until she was no longer in his field of vision. Quickly, he activated his phone to schedule a destination: a nearby Scientology church.
Anthony Hopkins "M. Warner"
Bill Kaulitz
FKA Twigs "Rebecca"
Omar Ayuso "Aaron"
Chapter 4: between quest for power and quest for revenge Chapter 5: Forbidden Passage: Crossing the Dark Chapter 6: Unexpected Transformation 
Chapter 7: Freezing Threats and Power Games Chapter 8: The Abode of Shadows
He entered, went to reception and insisted on speaking directly to the manager, insisting that it was an emergency.
The atmosphere inside the church was oppressive, almost sacred. The pristine white walls, religious icons and screens broadcasting images of light and faith gave the place has an impression of artificial serenity, a facade for the power that this organization exercised over its members.
Aaron moved slowly, his gaze fixed on the person responsible, a middle-aged man, with a stern but calm face. He greeted him with a questioning, almost amused smile.
Mr. Warner: Do you want to learn about Scientology?
he asked in a calm voice, but one that carried both authority and suspicion.
Aaron: Yes. I did some research. I want to understand... how you become a Scientologist, how you reach positions of responsibility.
The manager stared at him, a slight grin appearing on his lips.
Mr. Warner: You know, Scientology is not just a religion or a simple movement. It’s an organization that requires dedication, time, and most importantly... money.
Aaron frowned, trying to hide his budding curiosity.
Aaron: I read that, to climb the ladder, you have to follow training, and that this can help you infiltrate structures, access certain positions more easily.
A brief glint of contempt crossed the manager's eyes. He burst into an almost mocking laugh, a sincere, unrestrained laugh.
Mr. Warner: Do you think it all comes down to some training and a little money? No. It takes years, sacrifices, and many, many financial resources.
He approached Aaron, his gaze hardening.
Mr. Warner: Tell me, how much do you earn per month?
Aaron rolled his eyes, a little embarrassed.
Aaron: At the moment I don't have a job.
The manager stared at him, a cold smile on his lips.
Mr. Warner: Well, you have to understand one essential thing: to join our ranks, to climb the ladder, you need solid financial stability. Stability, security. Without it, you won't get anywhere.
He paused, his tone becoming more serious.
Mr. Warner: And you, in the end, what do you hope to achieve? What would you like to accomplish if, one day, you reach the top?
Aaron crossed his arms, staring, a dark determination in his eyes.
Aaron: I want to bring down, blow up the mental hospital where I was committed for four years, when I was a teenager.
There was a heavy silence. The manager stared at him, impassive, as if he hadn't heard or considered it a simple provocation.
Mr. Warner: Know that reaching the top requires more than a desire for revenge.
Aaron looked at him intently, as if his words were awakening an inner flame.
Aaron: It's not a question of desire. It's a necessity. And if no one does, I'll do it myself.
The manager nodded slowly, as if to accept this statement full of threat and determination. Then stared at him for a moment, in a calm but firm tone, he spoke.
Mr. Warner: At the moment, your financial situation does not allow you to access what you want. You have no job, no stability. Scientology requires its members are able to support their commitment, financially and psychologically.
He paused, letting his words weigh.
Mr. Warner: I recommend that you come back when you have a regular, stable situation, and you are able to prove your seriousness. The door remains open, but for now, you are not ready to cross this threshold.
Aaron looked at him, a glint of frustration in his eyes, but he nodded, understanding the lesson.
Aaron: Okay
The manager stood up and held out his hand to him with a polite but distant smile.
Mr. Warner: Come back when you're ready. We will be there.
Aaron shook his hand, then turned on his heel, leaving behind this organization whose real issues he barely knew, but which promised him a future he wanted forge your way.
A labyrinth of dark corridors where each step resonated like a mournful echo. The light flickered faintly, casting moving shadows on the filthy walls. Rebecca moved forward, her heart racing oppressed, in this place whose atmosphere seemed imbued with despair and madness.
She searched desperately for Bill, but every door she knocked remained silent or returned an icy void. The darkness was heavy; the only light came from a few neon lights pale and the sinister reflection of his own eyes in the dirty windows.
Rebecca: Excuse me, I'm looking for a patient, Bill Kaulitz. Do you know where he could be?
An old woman with glassy eyes slowly turned towards her, an expression of sick distrust.
Old woman: Are you looking for Bill? He likes to hang out up there, on the upper floors... But they don't want you to go, ma'am. It's dangerous... Very dangerous
she murmured in a hoarse voice, which showed a visceral fear.
Rebecca felt an icy shiver run down her spine. She hesitated for a moment, then, driven by an intuition, she asked:
Rebecca: Where exactly can he be?
There another patient, a man with bloodshot eyes, torn and dirty clothes, staggered over.
Man: Above, where they lock the real monsters... He sometimes walks there, like a cat in the night. It's not a place for the weak, especially not for you, ma'am.
Guided by these words, Rebecca walked towards a rusty staircase, the banister of which creaked sinisterly with each movement. The higher it rose, the more unbreathable the air became, loaded with odors humidity, expired medications, alcohol and cigarettes.
At the top, a creaking door opened onto an abandoned terrace, where smoking figures exchanged joints, in a hubbub of hoarse voices, insane laughter and footsteps precipitated.
She recognized Bill, in the center, surrounded by unfriendly individuals, among them, young people with faces marked by drugs, others older, with empty eyes. Some had scars. others were shaking uncontrollably.
Rebecca: Bill! What are you doing here?
He gave her a defiant look, a smirk.
Bill: Does that bother you? You can join us if you want
he said, handing Rebecca a joint.
She instinctively backed away, refusing to approach.
Rebecca: No, I don't want that. You should come back down with me
Bill finished his joint, seeming to make fun of everything, then, without warning, he threw it over the railing, where it burst into grayish smoke against the ground.
He got up with difficulty.
They went back down in silence, then, in a narrow corridor, Bill led her to her room.
Bill: Come on, throw it all away, how did it go? Is its... attribute as impressive as what online photos reveal?
Rebecca: That's not what you think at all. He was never my fantasy...
Bill: What? You mean you didn't even want to take advantage of the situation... Are you sure you stayed straight? Maybe your amnesia turned you into a lesbian, who knows?
Rebecca: I don't remember my romantic relationships concretely, despite these screen memories that come to me in bits and pieces. But I can assure you that I love Aaron, that I want him, and that I don't see the point in going to see a woman. I never fantasized about Cristiano Ronaldo, not even in a dream...
Bill: Well, you should have brought him here. He could have introduced himself as my friend, and I would have taken him to my bathroom... while my roommate would have taken care of act as a bodyguard so that no one bothers us.
Rebecca: But, you're not his type...
Bill: Don't worry, I'm a master at making people forget who I am. A true expert. How could you let me have such an opportunity? I'll blame you for the rest of my life...
Rebecca: I had no idea you were a fan of this footballer. I only had a vague memory...
Bill: That's not the point, Rebecca. It's a universal fantasy, shared by both women and men, whether gay or straight. A secret that few straight men have would have the courage to confess. You don't remember Marc, my old boyfriend... He was an athlete...
Rebecca: No, I don't remember. And why? Are you no longer together?
Bill: Well, he didn't want to join Scientology, he preferred to go with a woman. Life, that is. A bit like yours, but in a reverse version...
Rebecca: I don't really remember the pain or sadness I felt. But according to the flashbacks, it must have been... very intense. Maybe even hot like a rash buried memories, which raise the temperature...Aaron dreamed of looking like Cristiano. He owned his body, to come see me and encourage me to give him back a similar body... or that of Mayer.
Bill: Mayer?
Rebecca: Yes, so I created a brand new body for him, more like Mayer, because I find him more attractive than Cristiano.
Bill: Do you have a photo?
Rebecca: Sure, look...
She turned on her cell phone and showed him some photos.
Bill: Ah, that changes everything. With that hair on his eyebrows, I take it that you made him... hairy, huh? Hmm... I would make it my dessert, you owe me that, after depriving me of Cristiano.
Rebecca: No, but you're not serious, and I tell you again, you're really not his type of man!
Bill: All he has to do is close his eyes, and he'll just have to imagine it's Thomas. We are built the same, except that I was spoiled by nature: tall, refined... unlike Thomas, who was more of a little pudding. He also liked tall women, with long legs, you told me that. So it won't be difficult for him to see me like this, if I turn my back on him... I will even accentuate my feminine side, if necessary.
Rebecca: The main thing for me was that he didn't want to look like a snake...
Bill: I understand, you wanted to prevent him from melting all the men... Maybe you even wanted to keep your secret to yourself, huh? It failed, because I can no longer resist. I really want him... And believe me, it's not going to stop there.
He leaned slightly towards Rebecca, a mischievous smile on his lips, his eyes shining with mischief and desire.
Bill: You see, even if you wanted to keep him to yourself, I must admit that his charm has already worked. And if you don't bring him back to me, I'll have to take care of him... in my own way, when I go out.
He paused, letting the tension build, then added in a whisper:
Bill: You can always try to keep him to yourself, but I warn you, he has already awakened something in me. And believe me, I'm not the type to let such temptation pass...
Bill Kaulitz
FKA Twigs "Rebecca"
Omar Ayuso "Aaron"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Rebecca stared at Bill with an icy look, a cold and sarcastic smile on her lips, as if she had just pronounced a sentence.
Rebecca: You know, Bill, if you think you can just approach Aaron like that, without consequences, you're seriously mistaken, unless you're willing to prepare yourself to see the ground slip away under your feet.
She took a step towards him, her voice becoming darker, almost a funeral whisper.
Rebecca: Because, believe me, no one will dare approach him without leaving a trace, without leaving a little of their soul... and I can assure you that yours will not be unscathed.
She gave a macabre smile, as if she had just revealed a deadly secret:
Rebecca: So if you want to play with fire, my dear Bill, prepare to come out burned... or worse.
Bill burst into amused laughter, a mischievous smirk.
Bill: Oh, Rebecca, you really are the threat queen... You know, I almost want all that. The way you talk about your body as a precious treasure keeps getting you going the temperature... And you know what? The more you tell me I have to be careful, the more I want to get even closer, to brush past him by accident, just to see if you can keep your promise... or if you're going to melt like ice cream in the sun.
He tilted his head slightly, relaxed, with that smile that said it all:
Bill: Come on, don't be so serious, Rebecca. I can almost feel that tension... and you know what? That's what makes me want to dive into it even more. After all, who can resist one threat too... terribly exciting?
Rebecca: Yet you are much more attracted to Godzillas, I have flashbacks that came to mind about the identity of your former boyfriends
Bill: I don't care who is descended from dinosaurs, gorillas, birds, fish, the important thing is that there is an alchemy, a passion...
Rebecca: Honestly, their draconian beauty is as attractive as a snake bite. Their charm? As reptilian as a creature emerging from a nightmare, rotten to the core, with a torrent of lies running through their veins. Their eyes? An abysmal void, as if they had never known a soul, but just a snake wriggling inside, controlling their undead body. I prefer the ancestral beauty of our ancestors the gorillas, rather than looking like a decomposed version of a dinosaur forgotten in a museum... or in a cemetery, it's your choice.
Bill: Maybe if you tried to look like a decomposed dinosaur, you could finally understand why these humans are so popular... or so scary, depending on your point of view.
He laughed softly, as if to defuse the tension:
Bill: But hey, between a wriggling snake and a gorilla looking at you like a princess, I don't know which one is more dangerous... in any case, I prefer to laugh and tell myself that, in this jungle, I am the only one allowed to play cannibal.
Rebecca: Ah, Bill, you think you're the king of the jungle, but be careful, because in this forest, even the trees have roots that extend a little too far... and the last time I crossed one snake, he told me that he preferred light dinner, like, one or two humans, just to vary the pleasures. So, be careful not to get tricked, otherwise you risk ending up as dessert...or as an appetizer, depending on the chef's mood
Bill: What are your plans as a couple?
Rebecca: We are waiting until the start of the school year to participate in "Match or Not" and hope to earn a lot of money. Hence our participation.
Bill: What if you can't find the perfect match?
Rebecca: We complement each other perfectly.
Bill: Does he like men too? What if his match was bisexual or gay?
Rebecca: That would be totally absurd.
Bill: You wouldn't survive, and so it would be up to him to bring you back to life. So, you should introduce him to your cloning and genetic manipulation training before you even participate.
Too bad I'm locked up here, I would have liked to participate... and maybe, who knows, find my other half.
Rebecca: What attracts you to men, besides hair...?
Bill: And little round belly...Ah, my male fantasies? Easy: burly rugby players, middle-aged men who have understood everything about life, or those in uniform, with a job that works shake everyone... The perfect portrait. Aaron, is he still tortured by his past? Is he still being monitored for his schizophrenia? Or maybe you just made him a new one personality, an improved version?
Rebecca: I simply transferred her soul into a new body. I did not create a modified clone. We always got along well, and he never asked me to be different inside.
Bill: Aren't you afraid that he will lose control, that he will get lost in this distorted reflection, like a broken mirror that no longer reflects anything?
Rebecca: No. Because, deep down, it's not him who should fear getting lost... It is the world that must tremble before what it could become, if we give it the order.
The wind whistled, icy, against the facade of the manor. An ancient building, with stone walls blackened by time, stood like a silent tomb in the darkness. The moon, veiled by heavy clouds projected a pale, almost supernatural light onto the path leading to the main door. Aaron stood there, motionless, in heavy silence, his gaze fixed on the huge entrance. The door opened slowly, creaking under the force of the rusty hinges. Angelo appeared, hesitant, as if dreading what he was going to see.
Angelo: You... did you make the trip, Aaron?
Angelo said, suspicious, his voice hoarse, almost trembling.
Aaron: I came, yes. Currently, my wife and I are in America.
Aaron entered the hall, where the atmosphere was saturated with the smell of old wood, dust and buried memories. Angelo looked at him, surprised, then took a step to greet him, but his regard betrayed a certain distrust.
Angelo: You have changed a lot physically.
Aaron's eyes reflected an unsuspected depth.
Aaron: At least I'm not as pale as a vampire anymore, it's over. How are you doing?
Angelo shrugged his shoulders, a sigh he could barely control.
Angelo: The tour with The Pretty Reckless... it was intense. We've been through some tough things...
Aaron gave him a questioning look.
Aaron: You mean... with Taylor?
Angelo looked away, as if to escape a truth that he did not yet dare to pronounce.
Angelo: We were close, yes. Very close. But... It's not that simple.
A heavy silence settled, broken only by the crackling of the extinguished fireplace in a corner. Angelo took a deep breath, hesitant to continue.
Angelo: I'm not sure I want to tell everything.
Aaron, in a calm but worried tone, insisted.
Aaron: You can tell me anything. We are friends.
Angelo looked at him, then, abruptly, blurted out:
Angelo: There are things I don't want to talk about.
A shadow passed through his eyes, like a painful memory. Aaron felt the tension building, but he didn't force it.
Aaron: I understand.
He walked up to an old wooden chair, sat there, and continued gently:
Aaron: But, if you want to confide, I'm here. Not to judge, but to listen.
Angelo remained silent, then, in an almost inaudible voice, he began to speak.
Angelo: You know, I was on that tour... because there WAS a sacrifice.
Aaron frowned, intrigued.
Aaron: A sacrifice?
Angelo nodded, his hands trembling slightly.
Angelo: Without my consent. Without my consent.
He paused, as if to collect his thoughts.
Angelo: Taylor... she has something dark about her. I can't fully explain it, but... there was something serious, something I can never forgive.
Aaron felt a coldness run down his spine.
Aaron: What happened?
Angelo looked away, as if avoiding a truth that was too hard to face.
Angelo: I can't say. It's... too heavy.
He stood up, staring at an invisible point in the void.
Angelo: I wonder if I should continue. Music, all that... or just give up everything.
Aaron placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, despite the cold distance his friend wanted to keep.
Aaron: You are not alone. You don't have to wear this alone.
A heavy silence fell. Angelo, after a moment, whispered, as if to himself:
Angelo: Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it...