Mike Warren (liesareyourlife) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-06-14 10:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, kurt wagner (bamfing), ~2019 june, ~40 points, ~~mike warren (liesareyourlife) |
Who: Mike Warren and Open
What: Arriving after his death
When: Morning
Where: The park
Warnings: Mike got shot, then got killed for six minutes, then had a cliche afterlife experience. So there's that
Status: Open/incomplete
First, there was panic. Syd had kept talking as he’d slowly cut off his air, but Mike had barely been able to focus on the words. Not when he felt like he was drowning out of water. His whole body had tensed, eyes wide, and then...nothing. Everything had gone black, and then the brightest white.
He found himself standing in a wide open space, in front of a lake, and trees. The sun was rising, and everything was quiet. He didn’t know why, but then he was running through a field of tall grass and bushes, jumping over obstacles, brushing things aside. He entered an open space and was pulled up short as a bright red bird flew in front of him, landing on a branch. He walked towards it, stopping to watch it as it watched him.
All of a sudden it flew off, joining a flock of them flying above the trees. Forty seven. There were forty seven of them. He didn’t know why that was important but the number stuck in his head all the same.
He watched them until they flew out of sight and then he was running again. He didn’t stop until he reached a path, long and narrow, with tall trees on either side, leaning towards each other, branches interlocking. At its end was a grandfather clock. As he approached it, he saw the time was stuck at ten minutes past the hour, the minute hand trying but failing to get any further. Ten past ten in the morning.
He watched, transfixed, until he felt a sick feeling rising in his stomach. Something was caught in his throat and he was choking but he couldn’t cough it up. He tried until he was bent over, hands on his thighs.
And then everything went bright white again, and when he could see he was standing with his hand braced against the trunk of a tree, but he wasn’t in the field any more. He was in some kind of park, and everything felt very real all of a sudden, and it hurt. It all came rushing back to him. Getting shot by Syd, the blood, and the pain. And then it started raining, because of course it had. Paige finding him and helping him with the fake ID...and then the hospital. Syd standing over his bed, then sitting beside him, telling him Paige had given him up. No, asking why she had.
And then...he’d killed him. He was dead, he’d died. But if he’d died, why did it hurt so much? And where was he? He didn’t really believe in heaven, not in the traditional sense. And he didn’t think he’d have ended up there, either.
Slumping further against the tree he let himself slide to the ground, using it to hold himself up. At least if he was dead he didn’t have to worry about it any more. The pain would probably stop soon too Everything would stop.