Location: Alexander's Nexus
Alexander sat alone on the stage, seated unassumingly on the polished wood. His cello sat alongside him, it's haft cradled in his hand with utmost care, as if holding glass. With incredible grace, he played the instrument, his bow sliding across the strings like water, as the notes split the air.
He sat on the stage of a grand concert hall, it's soaring walls giving way to open air and the massive expanse of the night sky. Only the stage was lit, the rest of the hall sat in suffocating darkness. From the hall's exits stretched dozens of long wires, like piano strings, across an empty void, leading to places unknown.
But all of this was unimportant to Alex, in fact it might as well have been an illusion. For now, all that was real to him was him, his instrument, and the piercing, echoing sound they made together, the notes echoing off the walls and rolling back to him like the tide. A small smile graced his features as he played, eyes closed.
And then everything went wrong.
With a sudden start, as if one of his strings snapped, the music came to a sudden and abrupt halt.
Questioningly, he stroked the cello once with his bow, and jumped. The instrument, only moments ago producing his music, instead let loose a horrible mockery of his song, a jarring feedback which scorched his ears. Wincing, he opened his eyes and looked at his cello.
Before him lay a twisted and deformed... thing
, that was certainly not his cello. Well... it had the same shape and size he supposed, but that was where the similarities ended. This... abomination, was made of some kind of white bone, gleaming brightly in the light of the stage. Red smears shone here and there across it's body. Instead of strings, several lengths of... intestine, stretched across the mockery of his beloved instrument.
Alex's eyes widened in shock as he beheld the thin
in fear, his mind gibbering incoherently. Nothing like this had ever happened before, never. Not even when he left the concert hall. Nothing had ever interrupted his sessions and now this thing
which was certainly not his instrument was sitting in his hands like-
His ramblings were cut off abruptly as the thing in his arms suddenly grasped onto his hand tightly, spines springing out of the abomination like thorns, and wrapping around his fingers which still grasped it.
Alexander gave a strangled yell and dropped the cello-thing. As it fell, the spines cut jagged tears into the flesh of his hand, prompting another yell from him as the thing hit the floor with a thud
. Alex clenched his hand to his chest tightly, trying to stem the bleeding. What the hell was going on? He'd never... he'd never seen anything like this before! Not even beyond the hall! He looked down on the twisted piece of bone and flesh and shuddered. This had been his instrument?
Filled with sudden rage, Alexander stomped over to the abomination which had once been his cello. He grasped it by the neck, ignoring the squelch of the intestines and the slices and stabs of the thing's spines. With a twisted grimace of anger, he lifted the thing above his head and smashed it against the stage. The bone smashed against the wooden floor and splintered, bursting open and releasing a flood of blood across the stage, and splashing Alexander's leather shoes and slacks as well.
With a look of disgust, Alex dropped the broken neck of the thing
and stepped away from the growing puddle of blood. Grimacing, he wondered what the hell had just happened, and what he would do next.
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.