The Shattering Truth of the Octagon.

K lent against the jungle stones and ran a large hand over the insect bites on his shaven head.
He looked tired in his oversized military jacket and he let out a sigh.
M took this as an opportunity to attack the larger man but froze paralyzed as K opened the palm of his right hand to reveal a diamond sat there, alive with colours. M tried to gain control of his body now in the disorientation and illusions of the jungles discomfort and pain. 
The jewel in K's hand grew quickly as a folding out world of blue and white lights. M diminished in size as the fluorescent dazzle engulfed his consciousness. He was being shot through this
Cannon of light into some kind of arena or fighting cage. He could feel the cool tarpaulin against his skin as he awoke in a foetal ball, as naked as day one 
It sounded like the arena was packed full of punters screaming for his blood. He jumped to his feet and all he could see around the Octagons wall was the infinity of self reflecting mirrors.
A booming voice appealed for calm.
M thought it sounded like 6 the sinister psychiatrist.
"Please good people settle down!" He started.
"We've got a deluded fly caught in a web of his own making here tonight."
The crowd seemed to quieten down as they listened to the build up.
"Here we have a total loser who couldn't even get a job at McDonald's. A fat fuck with a small dick who's unpleasantness knows no bounds!"
The crowd cheers!
"Yes I believe him to be a true racist and tonight we are going to find out why?
Let's take a look at his homophobia as well!
Do you think it maybe stems from the time of his secret shame when he "worked" as a rent boy on the streets to pay for his booze and drugs. Haha.
He was too ugly to make much money so his self loathing must have led to his violent unpleasant ways!"
M wanted to shut down the cunts truth telling and started punching at his reflection in the seamless mirrored walls of the Octagon.
"He couldn't get in the army because he was such a fuck up. He couldn't satisfy anyone sexually because he was always out of his head on drugs.and.booze
This useless McDonald's reject can't even drive a fucking car"
The crowd all laughed and cheered.
M was now punching the mirrored wall so hard that blood ran in small streams down his arms onto the Octagon's canvas.
6 continued.
Now you might ask yourself what delusion could possibly keep a piece of shit like this alive and functioning?
Well he is of course, a poet!
6 said the last word with a mocking relish as the crowd exploded with laughter once again.
Well I ask you pleases, what century is it today?
How about become a poet of financial algorithms lad? Or is that too useful for someone like you?
Ms hands were now like two bags of chopped liver glued with blood to the ends of his muscular arms.
"So the racism? Where does it come from?
It seems to me that as a white privileged male who doesn't lift a finger to contribute to society you should just keep your fucking mouth shut!"
The crowd were now throwing cans of coke and chairs over the mirrored wall at M trapped inside.
So we've got Jason Bourne here who has come up river to try and take out our visionary leader K 
You better go back to McDonald's you wanker as you're out of your depths!
This is the Jungle Motherfuckers!"
The crowd roared.
Ms naked bulk had almost broken through now to the crowd outside the mirrors. 
He kicked and punched and headbutted until a glass panel shattered and he squeezed his large out of shape frame through the hole.
He was surprised to find the hall empty and in silence now.
M ran to a speaker system and started kicking it to pieces with his bare feet in a rage.
The lights of the Octagon beyond the mirrored walls was cooling to night. The bulbs popped one by one leaving the whoosh of a malfunctioning experiment in civilization gone wrong before the jungles evolutionary strength regains control.
M didn't want to be trapped here in this prison within a prison: the jungle.
He picked up a large shard of broken glass and started to carve up the meat on his arms,legs, and torso.
Huge white birds that were in fact drones painted a brilliant white took his flesh away piece by piece until all that remained was a low frequency vibration that emanated from a source unknown.

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