Contemporaneous Is That Even Living?

The sky is it blue……. That’s what I think it was but is it really, why can it not it be black, or even red for that matter these were the kind of thoughts that crossed my mind as I sat up. I was in a fragmented world ‘is this a dream’ I thought to myself. I see that my body is whole but this world isn’t, I look around to see the cold corpse of a girl in white, blood all over my hand and a few other fragmented people. ‘Hmmm’.. that seems odd they all have some parts missing and as I was checking myself I see part of my arm was missing too………….. Are these missing parts reality or an expression of a part of humanity missing in my real self?

I asked the first man I saw ‘who am I and what is this place’ but there was no clear answer, like an NPC in a video game all he muttered was ‘Walker was here!!!...that’s all I know please leave me be’, everyone else said the same but in a different form, a twisted fate kind of puzzle. Who was this “Walker” person anyway and why are they all so terrified of him.

‘Why haven’t I thought about my past?’ it was the most logical, most humane thing to do but for some reason it doesn’t seem to bother me that the only thing I remember is my name and….. my purpose in this world ‘what was it again’ I do remember but can’t seem to comprehend it very well, that’s right I’m “The Brilliant Detective” my name is ‘Ren’ and I am here to solve the murder of that girl, her name was…. ‘Alice’, yes it was Alice. I do not know why this girl or why this name but as I have nothing else to do……..

Why don’t I remember my past, it was obvious, because it doesn’t matter, all that matters is the girl and the one who killed her, looking around it feels like I am inside some kind of fragmentation, could it be the inside of the killers mind, ‘No’ that can’t be right if it was it would be much more clearer. His memory perhaps, ‘Yes’ that makes more sense so this is why the future seems clear much clear to me.

‘Analysis’, that’s right as you analyze the present you uncover the future and past but as in this case this event has already occurred and here to find the future is to find the past. This is a static world it seems nothing seems to change unless I discover something. For example if I speculate that this is a classic closed room murder the fragmented world pieces itself to be a room and as proof of my hypothesis the world becomes clearer.

‘A classic closed room homicide case it seems’, no way in or out the murder weapon is embedded in the victims organs and none of the house residents saw anyone leave which can only mean one thing…………… The killer is still in here. Hmmm ‘the only person here that isn’t fragmented’, could it be……. The killer here is “You!!!!” I said pointing at the corpse of Alice, get out!!!!  Culprit. Out came fragments of what seemed to be another man, it floats up out of the room and I exclaim ‘Wait!! Where are you going’?

His body attains complete form on a platform that wasn’t there a second ago. Confirming my suspicion ‘It was you right, you killed this girl in cold blood’. No reply ‘so you accept, and why is it that even you are fragmented is it not your world….’ No answer again. Not a second after I had blurted it out the room was in chaos the residents start to scream and all I can make out was panic but what I failed to notice was my novice mistake “A reflection on the opposite window” at first glance it looked like the murderers’ reflection but no it was not a man in a joker costume with a cane. I averted my gaze from the fragmented man to the reflection and in that brief moment the man escaped, he was out of my view a few hundred feet away. 

My mind was sure fast but how was I to best him in a world crafted by him. Surely my mind was fast but my body caught on I swung my arm ahead and it stretched farther that it had ever stretched before until I could nab the man. My hand grabbed his leg and he was done for or I thought so for as soon as my mind registered his face he faded out of existence.

I have a picture in my mind ‘a man with blue hair and a hole drilled right through his head’ as horrible as it seemed I felt a sense of relief from the killers soul it was as if this hole was the reason he was even sane. So the killer obviously had some kind of defect, no more like a disease a psychological error. Could it be that he drilled a hole with the hope of getting rid of that problem.. But why go so far as to kill a person. And then it hit me, it was unbearable you right the fact that the world was normal even after you had drilled the hole that you began to speculate that every person had a defect in their brain and you had to rid them of this.

If so the choice of weapon would obviously be a drill, electric preferably to keep your hand steady and avoid unnecessary damage. But ‘Alice’ was stabbed in the gut….. ‘So, I was right to think this that was not the person you killed it was a way of representing that person, evidently this place is more than what I thought it was.’ As I am the one who interprets it the girl is a representation of trauma in my mind, or the way my brain wants me to see it.

‘Let me examine the body again’ I told myself. Ah, what have we here a false bottom as I lifted up the floor I see a trap door underneath, it was pretty simple to slip inside and there I see barrels, wine maybe sake it seems from the smell but one of them was odd it had electrical wires running into it, as I took a closer look I was about to puke it was body a girl who lies desiccated in the barrel.

But this was not the conclusion I hoped for That man kills with a drill but what is this, Wait he doesn’t kill his victims he just drills a hole on his victims forehead, them surviving was not just luck it was what he hoped for he just wanted more of his kind more to feel whole as he felt. So this is the work of another. Aaah, a mirror, no a picture and there he was the one they called “Walker”. Still the same as before clown outfit, a cane and What’s this ‘face blurred out that’s new’ but that just proves that this person whoever he is was connected to both killers. I sat down there and then......

 I just realized something, is this ever going to end. A phrase keeps hitting me and I said it out loud “Contemporaneous Is That Even A life”………………………………………