The Seven Me

The Seven ME

-Yuvi Dhelawat

Ross

Lucy

Steve

Margret

Stuart

Guard

Lil’ Fan

“We have the show in five minutes.” Ross said.

“Get it together Steve. You haven’t revised your dialogues yet.” Lucy said out loud.

“As if I care for the show. As far as I am concerned, do whatever you want, I don’t care.” Steve replied.

“Stop acting like a grumpy teen. Grow up.” Margret announced.

“You are one to talk. You just turned eighteen.”

“Yes, and that makes me two years older than you.”

“It’s one year, eleven months and eleven days.”

“Alright! Alright! You siblings can fight later.” Ross intervened.

“Kids, learn your dialogues well. You have a very major role to play.” Stuart said.

“Yes gramps, we have already gone through the script for like fifty times. Besides, all the others have the major roles. We are just side characters.” Margret complained.

“What you have is important because no one else can do that.” Ross said.

“Alright let’s rehearse. Ross you will be the one who’ll be carrying the light, then I’ll jump in with my part along with Steve, them Stuart Sir and Margret will come in and then we’ll merge up in the finale. So………………Let’s start.” Lucy announced and they began practicing.

“Sorry, you cannot go in. Rehearsal is going on.” Said the guard with a straight-expressionless face.

“I know. But the organizer said that I can stand here. I just want his autograph.”

“Okay kid, you can stand here, but don’t cause any disturbance. Okay?”

“Sure thing sir!” The girl saluted the guard with a wide-spread smile.

“By the way, which one is your favorite?”

“Alright, that sums up everything. Just be careful with the light.” Stuart said.

“Aye Aye! Sir.” Margret jumped.

“What should we do with them.” Ross said while looking at the dark corner of the room.

Two miserable dark figures, shackled in chains, were looking at them. One had eyes asking for explanation and other was staring at them like a wild beast. The beast growled at them.

“Who are they? No….What are they?” Steve asked.

“The miserable one is the true owner of the light. His name is Christopher Jenson. He used to be struggling artist. He was living a miserable life, so we took the light from him. He must despise us for doing this to him, but there was no other option. We had to keep the show running. We had to keep it famous. But when we took the light from him, the wild one appeared out to nowhere. We call him Gargoyle. He is the combination of all the hatred there is in the boy. Christopher never had a good childhood. Between constant abuse from his parents and bullying at school, Christopher was breaking down. With each breaking point, we five were born. But when we took the light from him, he lost everything.” Stuart replied.

The Gargoyle tried to rush towards Stuart, but couldn’t do so because of his chain. Twisted in the chains, frustrated over his situation, he returned to the dark corner of the room.

“What is he trying to do?” Margret asked.

“He is trying to regain the light from us. Once he does that, he will have full control over this being. And when that happens, we all will be the same as Christopher. The weaker we get, the stronger he becomes. That is why, we must keep the show running. Because if he gets out, the world will burn in the flames of his rage.

“It’s time for the show.” The girl said.

“Yes it is. Let me give him a call. Get your diary and pen ready.”

The guard knocked the door. A man came out. Dressed in a beautiful three-piece showman’s suit, he walked out and moved towards the girl. He signed her diary and walked out towards the stage.

The girl looked down at her diary.

Ross Weber

That’s what the autograph said.

“Sir……….I think you have………”

Her voice was lost as the man walked out towards the main stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. This man is no ordinary performer. Hailing from a difficult background, he forged himself into the self he is. He can be an old man, a small girl, a teenage boy and many more character. But it’s not just the voice that changes……….Everything else does. ……………..So without further delay, I present to you………the ultimate showman………A man with Five faces……..The wizard of mimicry…………Christopher Jenson!”

The man was breaking down…………Disintegrating within himself………..How long could he withstand all of this……….How long until he gave up and the Gargoyle took over………….How long can he live……..Without his own Identity?