Johnny (metamorphose) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-09-11 03:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, johnny outlaw |
Comeback (Narrative)
There were moments when he drifted toward the surface of the ocean he'd found himself drowning in. When the sounds around him were closer and more distinguishable from one another, and when he knew that his other senses were working, even if the body attached to them wasn't. He was aware of birds chattering away, of cool breezes, and of what sounded like the beginnings of an argument between two familiar voices.
It felt a lot like sleeping, and it felt a lot like being dead. Only he wasn't detached from the corpse he'd become and left wandering around trying to find somebody who could hear him. He felt, in fact, quite stuck.
The knowledge that he'd died - again - was disturbing at best. But Johnny thought that maybe he was taking it a little better due to what Mary had told him about his own future. He could only imagine what it might have been like, felt like, to discover this by himself. Being shot by somebody he was after, maybe getting into a wreck on the bike, some horrible accident where he would know that he should be dead from it, maybe even see the evidence of that death, only to be alive.
Johnny remembered the last moments clearly. Mary. The way that Mary had looked. Hearing her words and feeling his heart race and soar at the same time, light with the discovery that he'd not driven her off. And breaking because of the way that her skin had been carved up, the panic he could see in her eyes, the fear stink coming off of her from long hours at the hands of a psychopath. The woman with the gun. The sound of the shot coming after he felt the warmth of the bullet. All of it was detailed in his mind like he'd watched instead of lived it.
He didn't know where he was now, but he was almost immediately aware of being able to see in color. It was almost too bright for his eyes, and not just because they'd likely been closed for a long while. The green was like fire to his vision, exploding into the nerves all over his body as he tried to see what was around him.
The effort of pulling himself up onto his elbow did him in. Johnny felt the exhaustion overcome him, and he slumped back to the ground, though now in a completely different position than what he'd been in when he'd started. And now instead of a near-death state, he was more like a medically-induced coma patient. In a critical care ward instead of a hospice situation. His breath came easier, his heart beat steadier.