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It was one of “those” days yesterday. One of the days where you spend every waking minute drowning your obsession in any alcohol you have in arms reach. I picked myself up from the pile of drool on my desk that I had been sleeping in. As my eyes regained sight I realized what I was obsessing over… that goddamned bracelet. To its left was a tall, brown, empty bottle of Captain Jack whiskey. I’m pathetic, I really am. Here I am, wasting my life away trying to understand some accessory. Any progress I might have made last night was now locked away in the bottom of the whiskey bottle.
I picked the bottle up by its textured neck and looked at it. Right on the front, a man who seemingly owns the world. Standing confidently, staring back at me, gloating. He’s looking down at me, because of my inability to understand a piece of the latest fashion sense. His damned eyes looking straight into mine, as if to say “you’re a failure, you’re an idiot, you are worthless.” My grip tightens the neck, nearly shattering it from pure pressure. “You’re not a man.” His smug face scoffs. I hurl the bottle against the wall, causing it to crack into a million tiny pieces “FUCK YOU! I’M MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU WILL EVER BE CAPTAIN JACK-OFF!” I snapped. I walk over to the glass shards, and look at their reflective sheen. The problem is I don’t see myself, I see another man. A man who spends 3 weeks on his ass drinking and acting like some kind of scientist, a man who obsessions have gotten the better of him, a man who yells at a whiskey bottle. It takes me a while to realize that this man is me, and I step back and fear. I look back into the glass shard, and realize that the answer to what this bracelet is wont be found in anything in the liquor store.
I rush into the bathroom and slam the door. I wash myself and shave off the beard that I had grown. As the fog evaporates from the mirror, I see a man come into view. This was a new man, a man who was going to work to find the secret to this bracelet… even if it killed him. I got dressed, and went into the kitchen to look in the refrigerator. After examining what was inside, I felt sick. Nothing but beer, and whiskey… I slam the door. After getting a bowl of cereal for some sort of sustenance I get my keys and my bracelet. I get in the car to go back to where I found the bracelet. If there were no answers to be found in my brain, there must be something at the forest. I open the car door and get in. The route going to forest was unnervingly quiet. Sure this thing was a sort of clothing, but I felt like it wanted to talk.
“So umm… I bet you want to be named or something huh?” I ask it, pathetically expecting a response. I was probably just going mental, but I think I saw it sort of nod affirmatively. At least that’s what I’m going to tell myself so I don’t feel like I belong in an asylum. “How bout umm… Prometheus? I feel like that’ll work.” Once again there was no response. The car fell into silence again as we were getting closer to where I first found Prometheus. We stopped at wear the road met trees and I stepped out of the car. It only took a few steps to find where Prometheus was before I took it. I was only able to find this spot because of how it contrasted from the rest of the forest. The grass and trees were all blackened and burnt. Whatever left it here, must’ve tried to burn it… or maybe it tried to burn them.
After scavenging the area for a long hour, I was coming up dry. Besides the grass there was nothing that even kind of seemed like a clue. I went back to the car to call it a day, when I noticed something different about Prometheus. “He gave unto man, the fire of the sun.” engraved itself into the top of the bracelet. I went home, exited and confused. While giving me some answers, it left me with more questions. This told me it could understand English, but how did it know who Prometheus was? And was it sent by a god, or something else? Prometheus is an asshole for being so goddamned cryptic.
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