KT Samurai
07-31-2006, 08:35 PM
Shock. A shock from nothingness, a slap from the hand of reality. There was nothing and then there was veiled consciousness. His senses awoke one at a time, and his grasp of his position soon tightened. He was somewhere, but where? Where had he gone? Why had he gone? He remembered no desire to come here, wherever here happened to be. He saw nothing but darkness, a room wrapped in a veil of black. He felt the floor beneath him, felt himself pressed to it like when he was dreaming, a splinter piercing his cheek but brought only a numbing pain. He could hear familiar sounds, he heard them and felt dread. A train was passing by somewhere behind him, and he knew trains moved nowhere near his home. He was far away, in a place that smelled of dust and iron, a room that blocked all light. He whined in agony and tried to move, but tight bonds prevented that. He realized now that he was tied to a chair, laying sideways on the floor. He realized now that he was in pain, was hurting in places he never dreamed he would hurt. He woke from a nightmare and stepped into another.
Footsteps. He felt them before he heard them, his ear pressed to the floor. Calm and deliberate, footsteps came his way. He felt no hope for rescue; no rescuer was this reserved. He somehow knew great fear, somehow knew the one who approached now instigated his current situation. He tried to move again, tried to get away, but fumbled uselessly on the floor. He was sure his wrists were bleeding, he could feel the warmth of his life trickle onto his hands. He began to panic.
Labored breaths hushes as the steps came to a door he could not see. A light pierced the darkness, his safe and welcoming darkness, and grew wider as he watched. A door opened, shedding a terrible yellow light and destroying his bleak sanctuary. He was safe no longer. He knew this beast would cause him pain.
"Ahh," said he, a voice unremarkable. "You've come back, have you?"
He could see the beast now, standing in the doorway. One hand held the knob while the other sat in his pants pocket, fumbling with some unseen device of cruelty. Though merely an eclipse he could see the beast's glasses, windows into a dark soul that knew not of humanity. He saw no eyes, he saw only darkness. The beast stepped forward, and closed the door behind him.
Footsteps again as the darkness tried to protect him, washing over him like a concerned parent over an unfortunate child. The beast chided him as it walked.
"You've fallen to your side," said he, bringing terrible light to the room once again with a lamp perched upon a desk. "I've told you countless times that you should not exert yourself so. I did say that you may leave when you've completed your homework.
Confusion now. He looked up and saw the beast considering him from his seat behind the desk, hands clasped before his face and brow furrowed. Homework?
"Of course, of course," said he, leaning back and smiling as he brought his hand to his face. Embarrassment? "You've not come out yet. But you will. This is the last piece. When I've taken it you can certainly finish up."
The beast was not speaking to him anymore. The beast was gazing up, smiling a smile that could petrify death. The young man on the floor struggled, he whined and cursed as the bonds held him still. He bent his head low, trying to bite the bonds around his chest, but found nothing but air. The footsteps calmed him, though his heart pounded like fear itself. The beast approached, then kneeled before him.
"One last piece," he repeated, touching the young man's chin. A sharp motion shot the young man's gaze upward, forcing it to look accross the floor. There he saw feet, and higher than that he saw legs. In a chair sat a third, though this one said and did nothing. As the beast clenched his fist down upon his jaw the young man looked higher still. He saw the face of macabre, a twisted menagerie of persons crudely stiched together with twine. The young man cried out, seeing a horror beyond horrors. He shifted and rocked, his strength stolen from him by intense fear. For upon this face there was no jaw. This face was incomplete.
But not for long.
Footsteps. He felt them before he heard them, his ear pressed to the floor. Calm and deliberate, footsteps came his way. He felt no hope for rescue; no rescuer was this reserved. He somehow knew great fear, somehow knew the one who approached now instigated his current situation. He tried to move again, tried to get away, but fumbled uselessly on the floor. He was sure his wrists were bleeding, he could feel the warmth of his life trickle onto his hands. He began to panic.
Labored breaths hushes as the steps came to a door he could not see. A light pierced the darkness, his safe and welcoming darkness, and grew wider as he watched. A door opened, shedding a terrible yellow light and destroying his bleak sanctuary. He was safe no longer. He knew this beast would cause him pain.
"Ahh," said he, a voice unremarkable. "You've come back, have you?"
He could see the beast now, standing in the doorway. One hand held the knob while the other sat in his pants pocket, fumbling with some unseen device of cruelty. Though merely an eclipse he could see the beast's glasses, windows into a dark soul that knew not of humanity. He saw no eyes, he saw only darkness. The beast stepped forward, and closed the door behind him.
Footsteps again as the darkness tried to protect him, washing over him like a concerned parent over an unfortunate child. The beast chided him as it walked.
"You've fallen to your side," said he, bringing terrible light to the room once again with a lamp perched upon a desk. "I've told you countless times that you should not exert yourself so. I did say that you may leave when you've completed your homework.
Confusion now. He looked up and saw the beast considering him from his seat behind the desk, hands clasped before his face and brow furrowed. Homework?
"Of course, of course," said he, leaning back and smiling as he brought his hand to his face. Embarrassment? "You've not come out yet. But you will. This is the last piece. When I've taken it you can certainly finish up."
The beast was not speaking to him anymore. The beast was gazing up, smiling a smile that could petrify death. The young man on the floor struggled, he whined and cursed as the bonds held him still. He bent his head low, trying to bite the bonds around his chest, but found nothing but air. The footsteps calmed him, though his heart pounded like fear itself. The beast approached, then kneeled before him.
"One last piece," he repeated, touching the young man's chin. A sharp motion shot the young man's gaze upward, forcing it to look accross the floor. There he saw feet, and higher than that he saw legs. In a chair sat a third, though this one said and did nothing. As the beast clenched his fist down upon his jaw the young man looked higher still. He saw the face of macabre, a twisted menagerie of persons crudely stiched together with twine. The young man cried out, seeing a horror beyond horrors. He shifted and rocked, his strength stolen from him by intense fear. For upon this face there was no jaw. This face was incomplete.
But not for long.