Shoot From the Hip, Aim For the Head
A Mement Left Unseen
{{Unknown POV} Flash Forward}}
There was a circling light, like a moth chasing a light around and around. I felt sick, like not as if I am going to puke, but like I am filthy. It is almost indescribable how I feel, I just feel like filth, and I do not understand why. There are voices now, I can hear the faint tones, indifferences, but that light is still circling. Is this what it is like to die? Is this how you felt when you died, my love? No, because you did die. You rest now, no trouble, no fear, you just rest your beautiful self, and one day my love, one day…
“These chambers can play God, and play God we will. There used to be hundreds of these chambers, now there’s only five...”
Why can’t I just die? I start to shake; now they will know I’m awake. I tremble as a hand touches me. The black, the Shadows, they dance around me. My body has gone, but my soul is supposed to be theirs. Why is this happening? Why me? I screwed up, but these voices are not ones to be served for a second chance. I attempt to keep my eyes closed, the light faded to a solid black. The darkness consumes me, as I feel my wrists are bound. Your face is rough now, a shadowed detail. I can only wish to feel myself die again.
Suicide would be a simple escape from this rebirthing, but as I fight to see you, I can feel your tears begin to flood. Drowning me, who would I be to slaughter myself? I can’t breathe, as they try to yank me back to life. Hands tight around my biceps, shaking me, I fight to stay in your presence, but they proceed to pull me back. The black begins to lighten, and I come through. First instinct is to lash out at these bastards, but I know better. Sitting still, however, they take the moment. Injecting drugs into my right arm, through a rather thick needle. I could fight to hold back the tears, but I know they will get them to spill one way or another. I can feel the poison rushing through my blood; I can feel it taking over me.
“You’re sure he’s the one? He was a prize of the moment when we got him, but other than that, he was always seemingly useless to us.”
“He’s golden. We will take him farther into my den, we will prep him and then remove what makes him so, unique…No, he will be a victorious fighter, and we will make him tick. Tick, tick, like the clock he watched. I’ll make his heart beat again; the Keeper will not shatter his time now, not when I’m done.”
Their voices were cold, threatening. They sounded like snakes hissing and lashing out, venom oozing from their words, dripping off their tongues. I began to pull against the restraints on my wrists, only to notice they were across my chest and waist, tight around my ankles as well. I did my best to twist and pull out of them. I didn’t want to kill, not anymore, never again would I end another. I could feel a strong hand on my chest, a needle sunk deep into my neck. I wished the Shadows goodbye.
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There was a circling light, like a moth chasing a light around and around. I felt sick, like not as if I am going to puke, but like I am filthy. It is almost indescribable how I feel, I just feel like filth, and I do not understand why. There are voices now, I can hear the faint tones, indifferences, but that light is still circling. Is this what it is like to die? Is this how you felt when you died, my love? No, because you did die. You rest now, no trouble, no fear, you just rest your beautiful self, and one day my love, one day…
“These chambers can play God, and play God we will. There used to be hundreds of these chambers, now there’s only five...”
Why can’t I just die? I start to shake; now they will know I’m awake. I tremble as a hand touches me. The black, the Shadows, they dance around me. My body has gone, but my soul is supposed to be theirs. Why is this happening? Why me? I screwed up, but these voices are not ones to be served for a second chance. I attempt to keep my eyes closed, the light faded to a solid black. The darkness consumes me, as I feel my wrists are bound. Your face is rough now, a shadowed detail. I can only wish to feel myself die again.
Suicide would be a simple escape from this rebirthing, but as I fight to see you, I can feel your tears begin to flood. Drowning me, who would I be to slaughter myself? I can’t breathe, as they try to yank me back to life. Hands tight around my biceps, shaking me, I fight to stay in your presence, but they proceed to pull me back. The black begins to lighten, and I come through. First instinct is to lash out at these bastards, but I know better. Sitting still, however, they take the moment. Injecting drugs into my right arm, through a rather thick needle. I could fight to hold back the tears, but I know they will get them to spill one way or another. I can feel the poison rushing through my blood; I can feel it taking over me.
“You’re sure he’s the one? He was a prize of the moment when we got him, but other than that, he was always seemingly useless to us.”
“He’s golden. We will take him farther into my den, we will prep him and then remove what makes him so, unique…No, he will be a victorious fighter, and we will make him tick. Tick, tick, like the clock he watched. I’ll make his heart beat again; the Keeper will not shatter his time now, not when I’m done.”
Their voices were cold, threatening. They sounded like snakes hissing and lashing out, venom oozing from their words, dripping off their tongues. I began to pull against the restraints on my wrists, only to notice they were across my chest and waist, tight around my ankles as well. I did my best to twist and pull out of them. I didn’t want to kill, not anymore, never again would I end another. I could feel a strong hand on my chest, a needle sunk deep into my neck. I wished the Shadows goodbye.
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12/26/12