Lucy and the Rainbow

Lucy walked down a barely illuminated hallway, its walls plain blue. As she walked, the hallway brightened up, until she reached the end, a large door made of distorted red glass. There was light as if outside in the brightest summer day now. She opened the door. Behind it was a large room, also bright and blue, her favorite color. She stepped inside. The door behind her shut itself with such force that it shattered into a thousand small red pieces of glass, but the hallway behind it was gone, only more blue wall now. With no way back, Lucy fully concentrated upon the strange rainbow-colored thing that was positioned in the middle of the room. The thing seemed to be some sort of chair, of the kind one was to be strapped into, like an electric chair. It was formed as a large pole, stretching on for very long, until it reached the high roof, where it was rounded off. The actual chair, or rather chairs as there were two, were positioned one on each side of the pole. The whole thing seemed to move, as if it had a pulse, connected in a symbiotic relationship. A symbiotic relationship colored in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.1

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Lucy had never been out drinking before, her parents thought she was too young. But as they say these days, thirteen is the new eighteen. She had gone under the pretense of a movie-night with her friend Debbie, Debbie was seventeen, used to such parties. Now, Debbie was nowhere to be found, and Lucy was in a place she had never seen before, with a boy she had never seen before. She was too far gone in her own magical place to realize she was in a bedroom, being stripped down to her birthday-suit. The boy stripped down too. Lucy was oblivious to his intentions.3

*4

There was someone else in the big blue room, a boy. She knew she had seen him before, but couldn't quite place him. She was on the opposite side of the room from him, and just stood there watching him as he went to sit down in one of the chairs. As he sat down, straps immediately trapped him, but he seemed to enjoy it. His hands, feet, chest and forehead were bound to the chair by straps, but he never stopped smiling. Lucy wanted to feel what he felt, smile at what he smiled at. She went down towards the other chair, her step was unusually disoriented and hard to control. It must be the excitement, perhaps a bit of nervousness, she thought. She sat down in the chair, and was strapped in just like the boy. But unlike him, she didn't enjoy it. The straps were cold and way too tight, and the whole situation was very uncomfortable. As she looked around, she saw that the large pole between the chairs was now extending, growing it seemed, reaching for the roof. It hit the roof, touched it gently, then suddenly went into the roof itself, through it. It shattered the roof, and the roof bled. Dark red blood spilled from the wound and down the pole and down the walls. Sanguine drops licked the very essence of the room as the rainbow tainted it. In bare seconds the whole room was colored dark red. Lucy started to cry, realizing that she could never fix this.5

The room would never again be blue.