Three Dark Spots: The Green Door
Years before seeing the Door, I’d heard about it from priests and other local shit-stirrers. You know, keepers of the urban myths.
As the story went, on and around the door—which, by the by, apparently led to nowhere—was a set of symbols or markings or some such that could tell the tale of your finer points, of the indivisible you which is in such high demand in the fucking Jungle that forces far and wide were loosed to wage war for it.
Danielle rolled the paper tight, lit it, then took a pull. She held in the smoke until she started coughing. It spurted out in fits. Then she passed it to Princeton.
Princeton took it, put it to her lips, and smoked it casually, inhaling and exhaling like a cigarette. “They’re Satanists,” she said.
My eyebrows went up. “Oh yeah?”
“No fucking way!” Danielle said.
Princeton nodded, took in some more smoke. “Totally. And they do black magic shit in that spire down at the Ministry University.” She handed it to me.
I took it, took a drag, held the smoke, then said, “In the kinesics building?” Cos it seemed odd.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s the one that’s a spire. I don’t know the name.”
“Doesn’t your family donate to the University?”
She shrugged. “So?”
“So, I guess I thought you’d know the building names.” I took another hit, passed it to Dani.
“That’s not really my thing,” Princeton said.
Danielle took in some smoke, held it.
Princeton put her finger on Danielle’s chin, then guided their lips together.
It lit me up. I was already feeling warm from the smoke, but that made me hot.
Princeton blew the smoke out. “I mean, I go to that shit. The fundraisers and events and things, but I’m kind of over all that.”
“Uh huh,” I said. I wasn’t being an asshole. I just wasn’t thinking about what she’s saying. I kept seeing her kissing Danielle. I was trying to erase Dani from the image but couldn’t quite work it out.
“We should fuckin’ do it,” Danielle said.
I felt excited by the prospect of that. Awkward, too.
Princeton looked at me, then at Danielle. “Do what?”
“Go to that place. The fucking spiral place.”
“Spire, Dani,” I said.
“It’s a spire, not a spiral.”
She flushed. “Shut up, bitch. Whatever.”
Danielle passed it to Princeton. She smoked it, then said, “Sure, I’m down. Why not.”
Man, I didn’t want to fucking traipse down to the Uni in the middle of the night to see some alleged Satanist activity that’s probably made up bullshit anyway.
“Do we have to?” I asked.
Princeton took another draw, brushed back her hair, rattling some bangles and showing the shaved underside. “You have something better?”
“Uh, yeah. We sit right here and keep getting fucked up.”
“Yeah, bitch,” Danielle said. “You’re so boring. Stupid and boring.”
I smiled. I knew I’d hurt her feelings, and she’s trying to work it out.
But Princeton didn’t. “You think they’re stupid?”
“You thought the building was a spiral,” Princeton said. “That’s pretty stupid. So, I wouldn’t be calling anyone else stupid, okay, dude?”
Danielle lowered her eyes. “Yeah. Cool.”
Princeton ashed, took another drag. “Say you’re sorry.”
“Hey, that’s not necessary,” I said.
Princeton put a finger between us, kept her eyes on Danielle. “Say it.”
“Good girl,” Princeton said. She let her finger down, then looked at me. “And you say …”
“It’s all right,” I said. “I forgive you.”
“Good,” Princeton said. “Now let’s go to the spire. Pretty fucking please.”
So that’s what we did. We loaded into Danielle’s parent’s car—the fucking grocery getter—and hauled ass down to the Min U.
The campus at night was kind of beautiful. The silhouettes of real trees and the smells that come with them, the jungle breeze, the ornate fountains whispering in the dark.
Danielle looked around, then giggled.
Princeton looked annoyed. “What?”
“Man, I’m so fuckin’ high.”
“You two are lightweights,” Princeton said. “Dock over there.”
Danielle nodded, still giggling, and brought the grocery getter around, put it down at a public access dock about forty-five meters from Alvarado Hall.
“You’d better not embarrass me in there. I swear to god.”
“You might not want to do that,” I said, you know, about the swearing to God and all. I was trying to joke, but …
“They’re Satanists. That’s all they do,” she said.
I wasn’t so sure about that, but seeing as how we were gonna find an empty building, I wasn’t worried about it, either.
Princeton asked Danielle, “Are you cool?”
Danielle nodded, but I could tell she was holding back more giggles.
“You’d better be.” She looked at me, pointed a finger. “You too.”
I put my hands up. “Hey, I’m with you, Princess. Whatever.”
Her eyes narrowed. I braced for another reprimand, but instead she said, “Good. Let’s go.”
We climbed out and walked without much subtlety across the docking area to Alvarado.
When we reached the door, we all stopped and stared.
“What do we do now, fuckin’ knock?” I asked.
Princeton shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
“I was kidding …”
“Just do it.”
I sighed. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever.”
I put my knuckles against the door, let ‘em rip.
The knock rang out fucking loud in the quiet night.
Princeton looked around, impatient.
I was ready to bolt at the first sight of the Peacies.
We stood there for a moment, then I shrugged. “See? Nothin’.”
Then the door opened.
This dude in a robe stuck his head out, his eyes made dark. “Yes?”
I knew him from school. “Rip?”
“Yeah?” Rip said.
“It’s me …”
“Yeah, I know who you are,” he said. He pointed a robed hand out the door. “That’s Danielle, and that’s Princeton. We all went to school together for, like, twelve fucking years …”
“It was only, like, five for me,” I said, “because I moved here in …”
Rip waved a hand at me. “What I don’t know is what the fuck you’re doing here.”
I frowned. “Well, Rip, we’ve come to see the Door.”
He went quiet, stared at me all intense like. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Sure you do,” I said. “The Green Door. We’re here to see it.”
I looked over at Danielle. She’s excited and turned on by all this mystic shit, like usual.
Princeton looked composed.
Rip poked his head out further, looked around.
I looked around, too, then dropped my hands. “It’s just us, dude.”
He motioned us in. “Come in, come in! Hurry!”
We did, Danielle giggling all the way.
I’d been in the building before. Ministry Youth Training Academy. But it hadn’t looked like this when I was there.
Strange symbols emblazoned the walls, the room spilled in light from real candles. Patches of luminescent fungus grew in the corners and along the spiral staircase.
Danielle punched me in the arm, hard.
“Ow! What the fuck?”
“See bitch,” she said. “Spiral.”
I rolled my eyes and rubbed my arm.
Rip dropped his robe, showing there was nothing under it but a cock ring.
“Whoa, okay, that’s more than I was expecting to see tonight,” I said.
Some of the symbols from the walls were drawn on his body in some kind of stain or smudge. I wasn’t that interested.
The floor was covered—and I do mean literally fucking covered—in writhing bodies, licking and fondling and sucking.
“This is, like, the top of the mountain,” Danielle said.
I furrowed my brow. “Really?”
“Oh we’re just at its base, baby,” Rip said. He pointed up. “Wait till you see the Door.”
“Yeah, about that,” I said. “Kina why we’re here.”
Princeton glared at me. “Hush. There’s no hurry.”
I shut up but was hurt about it.
Rip walked close to Princeton, played with a piece of her hair. “You want to, um … partake?”
Princeton looked at me again. “Don’t be boring.”
So we did all that. Stripped down and got in with everyone else. It was whatever.
I wiped my mouth and looked at Rip. “Can we just fucking see the Door, please?”
He smiled, dragged a black nail down my face. “We gotta wait till midnight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Really, dude?”
He looked around, then leaned in close to me. “All right. I can take you up there now. Everyone else seems pretty occupied.”
“Fucking finally.” I stood up.
He paused at the base of the staircase, then gestured. “You want to get Danielle and Princeton?”
I looked over at them there, in the weave of human sensation.
“Nah, fuck it.”
Rip smiled. “All right.”
He led me by the hand up the steps, each one seeming a little smaller than the one before, until there it was: the Green Door.
“Holy shit, dude. It’s real.”
He nodded. “Yep.”
“Anyone ever open it?”
“We try every weekend. But it won’t budge. Most people think …”
“I know the rumors, dude. Is there anything on the other side or not?”
“Want to see?” Dwizaal said from Rip’s mouth.
I looked him in the eye. Yeah, okay, it looked the same as Danielle at the Tower and the Plant. Maybe Cheney at the Crane. I hadn’t really looked that carefully.
I played tough. “Well?”
He smiled. “It’s the gateway to eternity. Just like they say.”
“Some say,” I corrected. “Others say it’s nothin’. A fake door. And then there’s the idea that it goes to …”
“What the hell?” Princeton called up. “You went up here without us?”
He leaned in close to me, nose very near mine. “Fuck her. You know you want to.”
I crunched my brow. “What’s it to you?”
Princeton got closer. “What the hell?” she asked again.
“Sorry,” I said. “Just eager, I guess.”
Princeton held me in her eyes for a moment, then looked at Rip. “And what’s with you? Space issues?”
Rip seemed to be back. “Uh, I don’t know. Sorry. Little light-headed for a sec. Too much mim.”
“You’ve got Jesse?” Princeton asked, meaning Jesse James—also called mim, also called mnemosynoxone.
“Well, I did,” Rip said. “But we did it all.”
“Fuck,” Princeton said. “Tonight sucks.”
I looked down at the piles of people, then at her. “No fun in the pool?”
“What does that mean?”
Princeton looked at the Door. “How does it work?”
“Nobody knows,” Rip said. He traced his fingers along the etchings and inlaid brass sigils. “We pray to it every night. But it doesn’t answer.”
“You pray to a door?” Princeton asked.
“Not the door itself, but to its keeper. Dwizaal.”
“Do what-tall?” Princeton asked.
“Dwizaal,” Rip repeated, then pulled out a cigarette. “Cherry?”
She nodded, and he handed her one, lit it.
Then he offered me one.
I took it. Same.
“Dwizaal is known to talk to those it deems worthy but shuns everyone else.” Rip knocked lightly on the door, startling me. “Hence, no answer.”
“What’s with you?” Princeton asked me.
“Nothin’,” I said. “Just nerves.”
“You’re so paranoid.”
“That’s not really what paranoid means.”
“Oh, don’t Danielle me, professor,” she said.
I shut up and smoked.
Rip smiled, pointed a sidelong finger at Princeton. “She’s a hot one.” Then to her, “I never saw this side of you when we were in school.”
“You never saw any side of me, douchebag.”
“Ouch! And here I thought I was being nice to you tonight.”
She put a palm close to his face. “Whatever. Just open the door.”
He laughed a little, shrugged. “I told you. I can’t. But you’re welcome to give it a tug.”
Princeton looked at me.
“Stand aside,” she said.
We both backed down a couple of steps. She went up to it, put her hand on the handle, and pulled.
“This is bullshit,” she said. “I want to go. Let’s go get some Jesse. I know a gal.”
“Suits me,” I said.
“You don’t want to try?” Rip asked.
He smiled, nodded, smoke pluming from each nostril.
I looked at Princeton, who threw up a hand. “Just fucking do it so we can go.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Go on,” Rip said. “Give it a tug.”
I felt something shift in me, like a wheel that had been there all along, and I hadn’t known. The wheel rolled me forward. I put my chipped fingernails on the door handle and pulled.
Light poured out and over us—blinding, pure white light. I felt the edges of the universe crease along my brain, my neurons racing at light speed to bring me deeper into the well of greater being, the source of all things.
End of Part 1.
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