Lillith of Gold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lillith, an average girl, enters her final seminars in a class of 30. The numbers soon dwindle to 10 after the vanishing of the professor trips a projector driven female to lead the class into a dizzying dance to David Bowie's "Life on Mars".

Submitted: December 21, 2007

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Another day of seminar had begun. Lillith was one of the last to come in and entered the airy warehouse just as Sadbury, the professor, was dropping the dark covers over the bright windows. Lillith took her place directly center of column and row, the blue glow of the projector melting onto her pale face and intensifying the cold look in her dark eyes. The weeks building up to the seminars had been tumultuous ones, Lillith going head to head with Sadbury for creative control. a battle that ended with Lillith fired from the play, her mediocre understudy now being praised constantly to further twist the knife Sadbury had placed in her back.

Alas, the class was not over and anything said in the seminar was fair game for the her finals. Betrayal and broken trust would have to take a backseat to necessity.

In the very front, Lillith saw some familiar faces. The names irrelevant to her, as they had all become one Judas. Through the creative rape none of them stood up for her. The three familairs had watched her struggle and drown, concerned only for their own well-being. All had quietly backed off stage and left Lillith to be stoned with emotional abuse by the heretic director. One of them, Christopher, turned back long enough to give a smile, but his eyes held nothing but sadness. Lillith smiled back, but in her eyes, too, reflected a certain wall. It was hard for her to retain her tears at this feeling of new distance between she and her once very best friend.

The moment was interupted at the arrival of her love, Benjamin, who kissed her lightly on the shoulder as he slid messenger bag off his shoulder. He took his seat, and even the most barbaric of the class settled into their chairs and at least pretended to be prepared for notes and commentary. With a click, slides appeared on the screen, running over Sadbuyry's face, as she felt no need to give clear view. The projector was always more a symbol of power than any assistant in knowledge. Today's play in discussion was "Rhinocerous", an absurdist peice by Ionesco, one of Lillith's favorites. All the more heartbreaking as she felt the thickness of an unspoken blacklisting against her take rise.

The discussion went on for the better part of an hour as more of a private conversation between Sadbury and the Judas trio, interrupted only by Sadbury's constant shushing and overdramatic expressions of frustration to the absent-minded majority. Lillith watched the discussion like a tennis match, taking mental notes, occasionally jotting down a new idea she ran across, almost praying to be called on, even if it meant a verbal battle. She felt every limb of her body shaking beneath her clothes, desperate for a catharsis, an escape from this silence. Sometimes she played with Benjamin's hand, not so much as a sign of affection, but as a desperate cry for support, fishing for some word from him that could make it okay. The only thing Lillith ever received was his half-smirk, one she had come to love, but lately had begun to hate. The half-smirk seemed to be his answer for everything. Bright, but unaffected, he was perfectly content with the silence and being weighed and washed over by Sadbury's glares, and never seemed to understand the hurt and abandonment left in the pit of Lillith's stomach after every meeting in the warehouse.

Every tick tock of the clock felt like a thousand years of sheer pressure. Like Giles Corey, she wanted to cry "More weight", but then Lillith realized that nobility or humanity would be completely lost on Sadbury. Lillith didn't feel the need to make a point. Lillith felt the need to fight, to battle, even if it meant another day of tears and public humiliation, being made an example of.

With the next statement from Sadbury, the tick tocks stopped. The invitation was given. A cause... and a battle.

"Berenger's dedication to his humanity severely damage him. Ionesco is teaching us a lesson. His stubborn will did nothing for him. He inevitably had no influence over anyone else. Because he was tenacious, he failed."

Tick. Tock. And a pale slender hand shot up into the air, an eery blue projected on the skin.

Lillith's chest heaved up and down, as every muscle in her body tightened, oxygen tried desperately to flow faster than the adrenaline in her veins. Sadbury made eye contact and Lillith did not look away. With a sigh, Sadbury shook his head. He removed his glasses and pinched the top of his nose. "Yes, Lillith-"

"You're wrong."

"Excuse me?"

"Ionesco isn't trying to teach that at all. One of the great themes of the play is will and responsibility. Berenger never lived before this-"

"I've performed and directed this play-"

"Then you've shamed Ionesco! And how dare you! Berenger goes from an apathetic, obsessive, drunk to the savior of humanity. Doesn't that account for something bigger than, 'He was stubborn'?"

"Miss Morgan-"

"In fact, he is the only evidence in the play of Ionesco's existentialism over the absurdism-"

"ENOUGH!" The entire class shook at the rage of Sadbury, now standing, his fist slamming down hard onto the projector stand. "Lillith, what gives you the god damn righ...."

And then a high pitched squeeling filled the warehouse. And Sadbury was gone.

The class covered their ears, but Lillith still stood, unmoving, except for her heaving chest and trembling lip, tears streeming down her flushed cheeks.

"Where did he go... Wha- Oh my God! What happened?"

Benjamin slumped down with shock. Christopher tried to make his way to Lillith but was cut off by the massive rush of students. The professor was gone. Anarchy. The five students who remained unmoving were nearly knocked over. Christopher grabbed Lillith's soldiers and she leaned into him and cried.

"What the hell did you do Doll Face?"

"You saw it..."

"Yes."

"He just... He just fucking disappeared... How'd," the sound of Lillith's face faded out, drowned by her sobs and confusion. The rest of the class was running up the large scaffold to the back of the warehouse and ripping away all the curtans that had been hanging there. Another squeel resonated through the building and the ground shook with horrible power as a large television broke through the floor and rose up, up, and up until a screen could be seen from every level of the scaffold and from the place where the five stood.

A beautiful young woman appeared on the screen and began directing the students to dance. They took one another's hands, some using flowing curtains, and followed her every direction.

"We have to do something," Lillith said, her friends standing in sheer shock. "We have to do something!"

She turned away from her still friends and ran up the scaffolding, begging her classmates to stop, trying desperately to get a word in, but in evitably being drug into the dance until she was thrown down and knocked unconcious.

Lillith awakened sometime later, moonlight peering through the big warehouse windows. All on the scaffold were sleeping, the beautiful face on the screen, still, eyes closed. Slowly, Lillith stood, entangled in a gold curtain, stripped of her clothes. When she was fulling standing she saw something that took her breathe away.

Four vibrant curtains hanging from the rafters, at the ends of them the lifeless bodies of her friends.

From behind, she heard her name.

"Lillith," Benjamin whispered, his eyes sunken, his body immobilized, a new found hurt pouring from him. She knelt down to him.

"Lillith. You are more than us all."

"Benji..."

"I love you. You have to leave..." His whisper echoed through her bones as he sank down, and like Sadbury, disappeared, but unlike Sadbury, silently, Lillith left to make sense of the last seconds, his ice finger tips sliding off of hers.

The curtain left a stripe of gold. All that could be seen before Lillith hit the ground.


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