Post by John Smith on Aug 24, 2008 4:08:49 GMT 1
Part 2.
I opened my eyes and coughed, coughed heavily, I coughed up blood and I turned my head and spat it to the side. I shivered on the inside when the splash could be heard. I struggled my way up on my feet. I was leaning against a wall of some sort. It was sturdy and could keep my weight with ease. I felt groggy as I stood there. I was looking at a flight of stairs. I tried taking the first step, but I misjudged the distance and fell forward. My arms barely managed cover my fall. I gritted my teeth in pain before attempting another go up the stairs. I managed several steps now before I tumbled back down to the bottom again. I coughed again as more blood gathered in my throat. With an effort I got to my feet again. Spat out the blood and felt my mouth. I had several cuts in there. Great. My hands felt like they were made out of barbed wire and my lungs were burning with every breath I took. With all of my will power, I managed to reach the top of the stairs before I staggered into the wall to my left. Images flashed into my head. The girl from before. The voice screaming. Another girl, similar to the other one. Darker, colder, more … distant. I felt a terrifying presence.
I looked back at the stairs. I saw nothing. I must have fallen down there earlier and bumped my head. That must have caused my sudden sleep and images. But it was hard to judge, for my vision was sailing before my eyes. I would just need to rest against this wall … Just for a couple of minutes … Then I would be alright. Mmm, yeah. It felt ni- GET UP! MOVE! Much against my will, I began moving again. My lead fingers searching my pocket for my medicine. I found it. Inhaled a large doses of my asthma medicine. I began to walk down the street, slowly at first, but as time passed, I began to move slower. It was taking a fight just to move a single step, but something out there was calling for me. It had to be now, now or never. And never sounded too depressing. I dropped my jacket. It hit the ground with a wet splash. I removed my sweater. It was wet also. My t-shirt was not as wet, my body warmth had kept it warm enough to keep it from being as soaked as my other layers of clothing had been. With these kilos of wet clothing removed from my body, it was easier to move. Easier to breathe as my medicine finally kicked in.
Just beyond reach. That was what my target was. I could feel it deep inside of me. No matter how far I went to find it, then I would never reach my target. Even with this knowledge, I continued searching.
After what felt like hours of walking, I reached rubble. Almost a year ago, this place had been attacked by terrorists … Or a gas pipe had exploded … Or the building had been set for demolition ... Or a maniac had decided to blow himself and his enemies apart… I couldn’t recall the accident. It had been around the time I had had my own accident. I felt that my lost memory was to be found within this rubble. While I had waited in the nurses office, I had been sitting at a laptop and dug through stories and news articles. This place was somehow important to me. And I had finally reached it, but this was not my target. I had yet to figure out what I was looking for.
I pushed aside some weak fencing and pressed myself through the hole. I climbed a boulder and looked out over the rubble. There was a lot of broken rocks and twisted metal here. It was amazing they had not removed this yet. I began moving through the rubble, I got a few cuts and bruises here and there. I ought to begin and worry about blood loss. After all, a hundred small cuts would make a large cut. But I had other things on my mind. It was close. I knew it was. But I saw a light fall directly upon me and when I gazed into the flashlight, I was blinded. The man spoke to me but I could not understand what he said. I held up my bandaged hands in front of my eyes. The man grew tired of waiting for me. He packed away his flash light and slid down to me, his nightstick drawn and I fell back in fear. I landed on my butt and threw my hands out behind me and I felt a piece of metal underneath my right hand, and dirt under the left hand.
My fear of dieing was replaced with the anger of a man wronged. I threw the sand at the mans head, surprised and now blinded, the man fell back. I did not need a second chance as I jumped him with the piece of metal flying through the air and colliding with his face… Colliding with his face more than once. A dozen times. Blood was spraying to all sides. I was smiling as this mans life ended in a horrible bloodshed. When my need for destruction passed again, I fell back on my butt again. I was panting heavily from my exercise. I did not feel sick or disgusted at taking a mans life. It felt … Oddly natural. With a sigh of joy and relief I looked at my make shift weapon. The piece of metal.
I recognized it instantly. It was dented, scratched, torn, pieces were missing, it was blood soaked … but I could still recognize it … the mask. … And with that recognition I remembered a lifetime of memories. It all came flooding back to me. Memories of a hospital, of a hook piercing my stomach, a burning inferno called The Edge, My victory. An explosion tearing the building a part, my body being impaled by a sword and a building collapsing, my defeat … All of my life laid bare in front of me. The murder I had just committed felt like drop in an ocean of blood. I felt a joy like never before.
A wicked laughter echoed in the night … My wicked laughter.
I opened my eyes and coughed, coughed heavily, I coughed up blood and I turned my head and spat it to the side. I shivered on the inside when the splash could be heard. I struggled my way up on my feet. I was leaning against a wall of some sort. It was sturdy and could keep my weight with ease. I felt groggy as I stood there. I was looking at a flight of stairs. I tried taking the first step, but I misjudged the distance and fell forward. My arms barely managed cover my fall. I gritted my teeth in pain before attempting another go up the stairs. I managed several steps now before I tumbled back down to the bottom again. I coughed again as more blood gathered in my throat. With an effort I got to my feet again. Spat out the blood and felt my mouth. I had several cuts in there. Great. My hands felt like they were made out of barbed wire and my lungs were burning with every breath I took. With all of my will power, I managed to reach the top of the stairs before I staggered into the wall to my left. Images flashed into my head. The girl from before. The voice screaming. Another girl, similar to the other one. Darker, colder, more … distant. I felt a terrifying presence.
I looked back at the stairs. I saw nothing. I must have fallen down there earlier and bumped my head. That must have caused my sudden sleep and images. But it was hard to judge, for my vision was sailing before my eyes. I would just need to rest against this wall … Just for a couple of minutes … Then I would be alright. Mmm, yeah. It felt ni- GET UP! MOVE! Much against my will, I began moving again. My lead fingers searching my pocket for my medicine. I found it. Inhaled a large doses of my asthma medicine. I began to walk down the street, slowly at first, but as time passed, I began to move slower. It was taking a fight just to move a single step, but something out there was calling for me. It had to be now, now or never. And never sounded too depressing. I dropped my jacket. It hit the ground with a wet splash. I removed my sweater. It was wet also. My t-shirt was not as wet, my body warmth had kept it warm enough to keep it from being as soaked as my other layers of clothing had been. With these kilos of wet clothing removed from my body, it was easier to move. Easier to breathe as my medicine finally kicked in.
Just beyond reach. That was what my target was. I could feel it deep inside of me. No matter how far I went to find it, then I would never reach my target. Even with this knowledge, I continued searching.
After what felt like hours of walking, I reached rubble. Almost a year ago, this place had been attacked by terrorists … Or a gas pipe had exploded … Or the building had been set for demolition ... Or a maniac had decided to blow himself and his enemies apart… I couldn’t recall the accident. It had been around the time I had had my own accident. I felt that my lost memory was to be found within this rubble. While I had waited in the nurses office, I had been sitting at a laptop and dug through stories and news articles. This place was somehow important to me. And I had finally reached it, but this was not my target. I had yet to figure out what I was looking for.
I pushed aside some weak fencing and pressed myself through the hole. I climbed a boulder and looked out over the rubble. There was a lot of broken rocks and twisted metal here. It was amazing they had not removed this yet. I began moving through the rubble, I got a few cuts and bruises here and there. I ought to begin and worry about blood loss. After all, a hundred small cuts would make a large cut. But I had other things on my mind. It was close. I knew it was. But I saw a light fall directly upon me and when I gazed into the flashlight, I was blinded. The man spoke to me but I could not understand what he said. I held up my bandaged hands in front of my eyes. The man grew tired of waiting for me. He packed away his flash light and slid down to me, his nightstick drawn and I fell back in fear. I landed on my butt and threw my hands out behind me and I felt a piece of metal underneath my right hand, and dirt under the left hand.
My fear of dieing was replaced with the anger of a man wronged. I threw the sand at the mans head, surprised and now blinded, the man fell back. I did not need a second chance as I jumped him with the piece of metal flying through the air and colliding with his face… Colliding with his face more than once. A dozen times. Blood was spraying to all sides. I was smiling as this mans life ended in a horrible bloodshed. When my need for destruction passed again, I fell back on my butt again. I was panting heavily from my exercise. I did not feel sick or disgusted at taking a mans life. It felt … Oddly natural. With a sigh of joy and relief I looked at my make shift weapon. The piece of metal.
I recognized it instantly. It was dented, scratched, torn, pieces were missing, it was blood soaked … but I could still recognize it … the mask. … And with that recognition I remembered a lifetime of memories. It all came flooding back to me. Memories of a hospital, of a hook piercing my stomach, a burning inferno called The Edge, My victory. An explosion tearing the building a part, my body being impaled by a sword and a building collapsing, my defeat … All of my life laid bare in front of me. The murder I had just committed felt like drop in an ocean of blood. I felt a joy like never before.
A wicked laughter echoed in the night … My wicked laughter.