Post by grrman on Oct 30, 2006 22:50:10 GMT -5
It's an odd perspective, and an even odder progression. If you can guess the game, you get one karma! I think.
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I howled.
The sound reverbrated throughout the complex, off the incredibly high cieling, off the glass, off the marbled walls, off the shining lights that burned my eyes.
If pain had gripped me, panic had siezed me and shaken me to pieces. I ran. One step after the other. I could feel myself. Loosening. Coming apart. In terror. Rage. Hate. The desire... for what? Vengeance? I... I can't remember... why...?
Sounds behind me. Loud. Like thunder. Roaring thunder that wouldn't let his rage leave his bosom... no, it would stay there. 'Till his final breath. I ran. My legs becoming weaker, arms swinging wildly in desperaton, clawing at the air, trying to propell myself farther and farther away. Away from what I was escaping. Trying... to escape.
Around a corner. Through a store. Behind a carousel. Why... why? Why did my body no longer respond, why are my limbs out of sync? I looked at them. The stitches, coming lose. My left arm began to hang out of the socket, and veins began to swing as I pumped my arms harder. Out of pain, hatred.
Small stones, gleaming, screaming, flew past me. Sharp, shining silver stones, so fast you can't run from them. Too fast for me. They bit into my flesh, slowed me down, tore my limbs from my body... stole my blood. What were they called? I can't remember. So long ago. Too far away to recall.
I dove into a small room. A... bath... room? But there were no baths. The sign said... but the signs, do they speak the truth anymore? Does anything speak the truth? No. All illusions, tricks. Fallacies. Ever since he came after me.
A growl behind me.
A lept onto a white platform that had a silver piece of piping in it. I scrabbled my claws at the bars of a shaft, where air came from. I stabbed at it until it came loose. It fells broken at my feet. My broken feet.
More growls. Harsher, angrier! Leave me be!
I threw myself into the shaft, and cold wind struck me. Wet blood streamed across my face. I crawled, on all fours. Like an animal. But aren't I? An animal? To be hunted?
I kept going forward. Kept, had to. For he was behind me. Gnashing his teeth. Grinding, biting, snapping, thrashing. Wanting to rend me to tatters.
I struggled forward. My hands, weaker. Fingers falling my my hands. Had to go on. Had to live. Be free.
A hole in the shaft. With grating, bars in front of it. I pushing at it with my right claw, unbroken, less broken. It fell forwards. I threw myself through the hole, onto the ground so many feet below. A crunch, I fell on my back. Why can't I move?
I looked at my hands. So broken, cut. Long, claws now. Made from fingers, of shapes and sizes, so big my fingers. So ugly and broken. Held together by stitches. Not myself.
I looked at myself, sprawled against the cold ground. Floor. Looked at my legs, my stomach, my arms and hands and fingers coming loose. The stitches unwinding.
I wanted to be free.
I wanted no more stitches. No more flesh. No more blood. Just me, a whole me. No more other flesh, from other humans. No stitches. No golden eyes in my head, cursed eyes.
I heard footsteps again. Growling.
Blood ran from my eyes. Can't see. He's closer. He's growling. He wants me dead. My blood on his hands.
I opened my mouth, with broken teeth and stitched jaw. I howled into the air. Echoing. So alone. So cold. No warmth.
I want to be a human again.
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I howled.
The sound reverbrated throughout the complex, off the incredibly high cieling, off the glass, off the marbled walls, off the shining lights that burned my eyes.
If pain had gripped me, panic had siezed me and shaken me to pieces. I ran. One step after the other. I could feel myself. Loosening. Coming apart. In terror. Rage. Hate. The desire... for what? Vengeance? I... I can't remember... why...?
Sounds behind me. Loud. Like thunder. Roaring thunder that wouldn't let his rage leave his bosom... no, it would stay there. 'Till his final breath. I ran. My legs becoming weaker, arms swinging wildly in desperaton, clawing at the air, trying to propell myself farther and farther away. Away from what I was escaping. Trying... to escape.
Around a corner. Through a store. Behind a carousel. Why... why? Why did my body no longer respond, why are my limbs out of sync? I looked at them. The stitches, coming lose. My left arm began to hang out of the socket, and veins began to swing as I pumped my arms harder. Out of pain, hatred.
Small stones, gleaming, screaming, flew past me. Sharp, shining silver stones, so fast you can't run from them. Too fast for me. They bit into my flesh, slowed me down, tore my limbs from my body... stole my blood. What were they called? I can't remember. So long ago. Too far away to recall.
I dove into a small room. A... bath... room? But there were no baths. The sign said... but the signs, do they speak the truth anymore? Does anything speak the truth? No. All illusions, tricks. Fallacies. Ever since he came after me.
A growl behind me.
A lept onto a white platform that had a silver piece of piping in it. I scrabbled my claws at the bars of a shaft, where air came from. I stabbed at it until it came loose. It fells broken at my feet. My broken feet.
More growls. Harsher, angrier! Leave me be!
I threw myself into the shaft, and cold wind struck me. Wet blood streamed across my face. I crawled, on all fours. Like an animal. But aren't I? An animal? To be hunted?
I kept going forward. Kept, had to. For he was behind me. Gnashing his teeth. Grinding, biting, snapping, thrashing. Wanting to rend me to tatters.
I struggled forward. My hands, weaker. Fingers falling my my hands. Had to go on. Had to live. Be free.
A hole in the shaft. With grating, bars in front of it. I pushing at it with my right claw, unbroken, less broken. It fell forwards. I threw myself through the hole, onto the ground so many feet below. A crunch, I fell on my back. Why can't I move?
I looked at my hands. So broken, cut. Long, claws now. Made from fingers, of shapes and sizes, so big my fingers. So ugly and broken. Held together by stitches. Not myself.
I looked at myself, sprawled against the cold ground. Floor. Looked at my legs, my stomach, my arms and hands and fingers coming loose. The stitches unwinding.
I wanted to be free.
I wanted no more stitches. No more flesh. No more blood. Just me, a whole me. No more other flesh, from other humans. No stitches. No golden eyes in my head, cursed eyes.
I heard footsteps again. Growling.
Blood ran from my eyes. Can't see. He's closer. He's growling. He wants me dead. My blood on his hands.
I opened my mouth, with broken teeth and stitched jaw. I howled into the air. Echoing. So alone. So cold. No warmth.
I want to be a human again.