DeoFayte
05-29-2006, 09:19 PM
*note*
Someone asked me once, what My worst nightmare was. The only obvious answer I could give him was a ham sandwich wielding a spork... this is his story :)
A soft moan escapes me. My consciousness throbing with a pain I have never before known. Sight comes to me, and I see myself in a place new to me, yet I know where I am. The world around me all of it new, yet I know it all just the same. Looking now inward at myself, searching for answers to questions I find only one. My name is San. I don't know how this knowledge comes to me, I only know it to be true. Where I am, how I got here, my past. Nothing else has an answer.
Lost inside my own mind I decide eventually to look around, try to search for answers outside my own being. Upon doing so I imediately recognize a place I know I have never been.
Light shines from a window at the far end of a room. There rests a table underneath the window, made of strong looking maple. Four chairs sit around the table, one on each side. A fridge and some counters line the wall to my left. To my right are more counters, and beside me directly is a sink. It all appears to be a normal kitchen.
A sudden fear creaps over me that I can't explain. This place brings it to me yet I do not know why. Looking around my imediate location I find an open drawr near, and acting upon my fear I find myself reaching for a utensil. Not caring what I grab, only knowing I would feel somewhat more safe holding a tool. Knowing that I could use it for protection if needed. Further inspection of the tool and a quick glance into my mind I come up with the name "spork". Not knowing what that means either, I toss the name aside and return to inspecting my surroundings.
Suddenly, as if on que, I hear what could possibly be footsteps comming from another room. I wonder how I know this, but brush the thought away knowing that this isn't the time. Looking around for cover and finding none, I swear to whatever god it is I apparently worship, and begin searching for cover.
"I'll be right back, just getting my lunch for work" I hear those words from the same door as the footsteps and cringe with fear. Again I wonder what brings me to this fear, unable to understand. Wondering also how I understood the words. Unfortunately I realize that this isn't the time to be thinking these things.
A large figure has appeared in the doorway with a rather bothered look on it's face... and it's looking right at me.
Fear flows through my mind, faster and stronger than I could believe. Almost frozen in place, I know deep in my being that before me stands an enemy. Not only that, but I know this enemy is my peoples bane. Understanding is not required, my fear alone drives me to believe. Raising my tool in obvious defiance, fully intent on defending myself I cry out words I do know, with lips unseen. "You shalt not eat me this day!"
The figure obviously annoyed at this, yet obviously not afraid, begins walking toward me a little wary. Reaching for something near the fridge I had previously not seen, and brings it up to his chest mere feet from me. Looking upon it, sheer terror rips through my soul. For the figure wields a zip-lock bag.
A silence falls over the room... For long moments nothing moves. My weapon heald hi I think to myself that my enemy is only hiding it's fear. As time crawls quietly, I begin to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he will reconsider his attack.
Then with a quickness faster than my eyes could follow. One if it's limbs flew out towards me. Grabbing my weapon with a firm grip stronger than iron. Within those quick moments my fear made reality as my mighty weapon was wrenched from my grasp.
Very shortly after I felt, more than saw, myself being surrounded by the bag... and I knew then that my fight had been hopeless. All I had left to do for myself was scream in horror. But no air came to me inside that prison. Tthere was only silence as I felt myself being thrust into the cold, and then darkness.
For what seemed like an eternity there was nothing but the dark cold. My anger subsided as my strength was seeped by the cold. I was in an ancient prison for which I knew deep down there was no escape. None had ever escaped. I would have wept, but the cold stole that too, and eventually I found myself slipping into a deep sleep.
* * * * *
I awoke in a different place. One again through the knowledge deep within me I recognized but yet I knew I had never been. I was getting very tired of that, so many questions with answers I did not understand. All I did recognize was that figure. Once again it loomed over me, and once again I felt the feer seep into my being. It was at this point that I finally understood. Thought it was too late, it was hopeless.
I was removed quickly from my prison. I lay gasping for air reflexably, knowing that my fate was already sealed. The cold had frozen me in place. All I could do was watch, and wait in horror for the end. An end that was taking far too long in my mind to come.
The figure still looming over me. Was now accompanied with many more like him. I watched with sightless eyes for lack of anything else to do, accepting my fate.
Eventually and with confused sadness and happiness in my heart the figure reached for me. Clasping me firmly in it's iron grip. I was raised slowly to it's lips, and took a bite out of my side. Unbeleavable pain rippled through me, but the cold still disalowed me to move, so no scream escaped my lips. Slowly, each bite just as painful as the last, I was consumed by the beast. Crying out in my mind until the very end.
Someone asked me once, what My worst nightmare was. The only obvious answer I could give him was a ham sandwich wielding a spork... this is his story :)
A soft moan escapes me. My consciousness throbing with a pain I have never before known. Sight comes to me, and I see myself in a place new to me, yet I know where I am. The world around me all of it new, yet I know it all just the same. Looking now inward at myself, searching for answers to questions I find only one. My name is San. I don't know how this knowledge comes to me, I only know it to be true. Where I am, how I got here, my past. Nothing else has an answer.
Lost inside my own mind I decide eventually to look around, try to search for answers outside my own being. Upon doing so I imediately recognize a place I know I have never been.
Light shines from a window at the far end of a room. There rests a table underneath the window, made of strong looking maple. Four chairs sit around the table, one on each side. A fridge and some counters line the wall to my left. To my right are more counters, and beside me directly is a sink. It all appears to be a normal kitchen.
A sudden fear creaps over me that I can't explain. This place brings it to me yet I do not know why. Looking around my imediate location I find an open drawr near, and acting upon my fear I find myself reaching for a utensil. Not caring what I grab, only knowing I would feel somewhat more safe holding a tool. Knowing that I could use it for protection if needed. Further inspection of the tool and a quick glance into my mind I come up with the name "spork". Not knowing what that means either, I toss the name aside and return to inspecting my surroundings.
Suddenly, as if on que, I hear what could possibly be footsteps comming from another room. I wonder how I know this, but brush the thought away knowing that this isn't the time. Looking around for cover and finding none, I swear to whatever god it is I apparently worship, and begin searching for cover.
"I'll be right back, just getting my lunch for work" I hear those words from the same door as the footsteps and cringe with fear. Again I wonder what brings me to this fear, unable to understand. Wondering also how I understood the words. Unfortunately I realize that this isn't the time to be thinking these things.
A large figure has appeared in the doorway with a rather bothered look on it's face... and it's looking right at me.
Fear flows through my mind, faster and stronger than I could believe. Almost frozen in place, I know deep in my being that before me stands an enemy. Not only that, but I know this enemy is my peoples bane. Understanding is not required, my fear alone drives me to believe. Raising my tool in obvious defiance, fully intent on defending myself I cry out words I do know, with lips unseen. "You shalt not eat me this day!"
The figure obviously annoyed at this, yet obviously not afraid, begins walking toward me a little wary. Reaching for something near the fridge I had previously not seen, and brings it up to his chest mere feet from me. Looking upon it, sheer terror rips through my soul. For the figure wields a zip-lock bag.
A silence falls over the room... For long moments nothing moves. My weapon heald hi I think to myself that my enemy is only hiding it's fear. As time crawls quietly, I begin to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he will reconsider his attack.
Then with a quickness faster than my eyes could follow. One if it's limbs flew out towards me. Grabbing my weapon with a firm grip stronger than iron. Within those quick moments my fear made reality as my mighty weapon was wrenched from my grasp.
Very shortly after I felt, more than saw, myself being surrounded by the bag... and I knew then that my fight had been hopeless. All I had left to do for myself was scream in horror. But no air came to me inside that prison. Tthere was only silence as I felt myself being thrust into the cold, and then darkness.
For what seemed like an eternity there was nothing but the dark cold. My anger subsided as my strength was seeped by the cold. I was in an ancient prison for which I knew deep down there was no escape. None had ever escaped. I would have wept, but the cold stole that too, and eventually I found myself slipping into a deep sleep.
* * * * *
I awoke in a different place. One again through the knowledge deep within me I recognized but yet I knew I had never been. I was getting very tired of that, so many questions with answers I did not understand. All I did recognize was that figure. Once again it loomed over me, and once again I felt the feer seep into my being. It was at this point that I finally understood. Thought it was too late, it was hopeless.
I was removed quickly from my prison. I lay gasping for air reflexably, knowing that my fate was already sealed. The cold had frozen me in place. All I could do was watch, and wait in horror for the end. An end that was taking far too long in my mind to come.
The figure still looming over me. Was now accompanied with many more like him. I watched with sightless eyes for lack of anything else to do, accepting my fate.
Eventually and with confused sadness and happiness in my heart the figure reached for me. Clasping me firmly in it's iron grip. I was raised slowly to it's lips, and took a bite out of my side. Unbeleavable pain rippled through me, but the cold still disalowed me to move, so no scream escaped my lips. Slowly, each bite just as painful as the last, I was consumed by the beast. Crying out in my mind until the very end.