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Pyramid schemes

       I am at the pawnshop, picking up contact lenses. There is a beautiful girl at the counter, and I ask her " Are you Aletta's sister? The girl and her friend reply, "yes",  and proceed  to tell me I'm that hot.  
       Flustered, I walk away wearing no shirt. A police officer points out that my shirt is around my waist, mutters something about indecent exposure into the radio. I see Guy and a group of Aztec type gang members out of the corner of my eye while I am dealing with my drying contacts. The contacts are in a plastic Ziploc bag, and like the thugs, are many and in different sizes.
        Guy is with the gang and I am afraid for him. He shakes his head, no, as they head for an abandoned project ruins. I follow and am confronted by a number of them, each asking me if I know where my heart lies, how my heart lies, why my heart lies.  
          Battle ensues, and I manage to break free from the beating, all bloody and bruised. I find a stick and a hook for hanging large plants on the ceiling. A female member of the gang comes for a surprise attack with a large knife, and soon she is pinned against the wall with the hook pressing, but not puncturing the small of her back.  
        As her child looks on I bargain with her life for my freedom, the baby's father creeping ever closer. The tattoos of his face look ancient, though he cannot be much older than the 36 years that I carry.
         He closes in to the point of embrace he presses a small knife to my forehead and across my eyelid. He asks for me to be true to myself and answer why I have come to their sacred place. I answer, "for the safety of my friend", then see Guy standing off in the distance with a look of distant concern, a new tattoo on his face showing me that he belonged there all along, and that I need not fear for him.
          I release the woman slowly to her child, the knife presses deeper into the skin of my forehead, but I do not pull away. The warm blood trickling into my eyelid is comforting in a way that a mother's hug may be to all children at one time in their lives.
        I stand silent as a design is carved into the top portion of my face, a small skull with flowing flowers growing to the left and to the right from within the skulls empty eye sockets. The design is smeared in forever by a handful of ash, and I look to see the ruins has led way into the majestic half of a pyramid that was built into the mountainside underneath me.
          I peer into a pool of water that has formed and know the water is pure. I stoop to only drink at first,  then notice a gold coin lying at the bottom of the puddle. I pick it up and another appears in its place, along with a few more.
           I pick up a few, noticing how each coin causes a different reaction from the mountain. I see Guy next to me on a higher ledge of mountain, he smiles and says," still looking for your reward, huh? Mine is spiritual, I found it."  
         He proceeds to walk into the mountain and I see that his face is fully tattooed and he is wearing a headdress that makes him look majestic. I notice a coin larger than the rest wedged into a small crevice deep in the pool. I place half of my body in the water and forcefully yank the coin from its resting place.  
          The mountain begins to tremble and a small sliver of gold begins to spread from the cavity I have left, consuming the better portion of the mount  that I am standing on. The gold is too heavy and breaks away and I begin falling.
            I pull a parachute cord and my descent is slowed. I kick off bits of the gold mountain and carry them with me, and realize that I'm screaming because they are hot to the point of searing my skin. Still I do not let go, and as I drift further downward I notice a orange reddish glow around me, and see my parachute begin to deteriorate.
            The inside of the cavern is made of a purple crystal that seemed to swim with a milky substance inside of it. I kick at this and take shards of it with me . I scream as they cut and burn me at the same time, leaving cauterized scars the moment they make contact with my skin. Still I won't let go.  
           As I approach the bottom I feel the heat engulf me and a pain more intense than anybody on this earth will ever experience while alive. My face glows and a single tear evaporates from off of my cheek as I melt away into the molten rock beneath me. I am one with the world.
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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