jack_daniels (jack_daniels) wrote in manchester_rpg, @ 2010-06-25 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack, jia li |
Well... @#$#
Who: Jack and Jia
What: Making Friends and Impressing People...?
When: Around 3 pm
Where: A park on campus... with squirrels.
Warnings: R... a thousand times over R.
Status: COMPLETE
Blackness. The void. There was nothing in it, a dark, terrible emptiness that stretched to the depths of infinity. It was like sleeping and yet even in the sensation of sleep there was almost this sensation of self nagging at the edges of one's mind. But here there was nothing but the darkness, nothing but the emptiness draining everything from life. It was horrendous, unending... was this what death was really like? To give oneself over to emptiness, to be devoid of anything, of any feeling, of anything thought? To just simply... stop?
But that thought in itself gave way to others. If there was nothingness, why was it that he was thinking? Was that all there was left? Or would the thinking eventually lead to something else? As he thought about it, he began to feel something slowly starting to creep in at the edges of his thoughts, something that he knew the name of, but he couldn't quite place what it was. But he could feel it all the same, coiling around his thoughts like a snake, seeping into them, worming it's way inside of them, leading his mind from what he was trying to think about to that. There was a name for it... it was thoroughly unpleasant....
Pain.
Pain was the word. He could feel it slowly starting to radiate in his thoughts. Had he gone to hell? Was this what hell was like? Some sort of place where you did not understand anything, but felt agony, unknowning agony that you could not control? He tried to speak out against the pain, but there was no sound in this dark space. And attempting to speak only caused the pain to radiate, his torment starting to fuel the flames of it's burning. Burning was what was happening, it felt like he was in a fire now, he could feel the heat of it starting to fray at his mind. He tried to scream again, thrash against it, but he had no body, he had nothing but the blackness still....
No... that wasn't true. He could see something in the darkness now, a spec on the horizon. It was coming towards him, and it was the source of the agony. He tried to turn and run from it, but he had not body to move, and had he had one, the pain would have been so horrific it would have crippled him. The light came towards him like a blinding sun, absorbing him in it's heat, and flaying the skin from his body.
He let loose another horrific scream as the blue sky above him filled his vision.
He had eyes, and they were on fire.
He opened his mouth to scream again, but all that filled his ears was a dull ringing sensation. It didn't stop him from screaming. He rolled over on his side, and felt gravel from the street embed itself into his dermis, his skin having been burned from his body. He tried to twist but more embedded deeper into a different spot. He could feel himself trying to cry and yet there were no tears, his tear ducts had been fused shut. Slowly out of the ringing sensation that was filling his world, he heard a dull roar. As the ringing abated, the roar began to fill his ears, like the sound of a train coming down the tracks closer and closer to him.
It was the sound of him screaming.
It seemed disembodied from him, however, as if someone else where making it. and yet as it died off he felt his own chest move to gasp in air before he started screaming again. As he started to scream, however, something caught his eye. It was an arm. He recognized the wedding ring of his mother on the fingers.
The arm was not attached to a body.
The sickening realization halted his screaming, and feeling his body trembling with agony he pushed himself up slightly. His body had started to grow numb to the agony searing through him as he crawled on his hands and knees, feeling dirt embedding into the raw muscle tissue as he crawled towards the arm, and then further to where a body lay in the street a few feet from the arm.
"Mom?" he croaked with a throat raw from screaming. "Mom! Oh my god Mom, I'll get help, oh god, oh god..." Words spilled forth from him incomprehensibly, but her eyes stared blankly at him. He paused and felt his eyes straining as if trying to summon tears that wouldn't come. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes looked glassy. For a moment he was certain she was did.
Then in a heartbeat, her eyes snapped to him as she stared at him and spoke her last three words. "You're a monster..." They were followed by a blood curdling scream that filled everything.