Post by Batflight on Jun 7, 2013 23:36:09 GMT -8
This was a book idea I had awhile back. Basically the world has come up with a way to capture all the pain, sadness, and hatred in the world and put it all into one person. So this is the story of this man. I still need a name for him though.
White foggy glass surrounded me on both sides. The blank faces dressed in black cloth stared through, long masks that hid their true hideous faces. They loved it. The show I had to star in, my damn pain, the pain they put me through.
"D*MN YOU!"
They took no notice of my shouts and curses, venom and hatred dripping from every word. Every cell in my body was injected with the malice and evil ideas that humans created. How they did it, I had no clue. Everyday it was something new though. A suicidal thought, a fear of something totally irrelevant, homicide, tears, any great tragedy that had happened seemed to be crammed into his head. I saw things I never knew I had seen. In fact, I had never seen them, but they were there.
But that was only the beginning...
Every morning I was awoken by a crude alarm that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I was given something they called 'food', of course I'd seen more appetizing things come out of the dumpsters at the hospital. Then it was the chemical shower, bathing in weird liquids and gases that either made me scream and burn or itch until I was raw and bloody. Then came the experiments....
A tall figure stood out among the others, the dim light catching off of a metal box, enough to send fear resonating throughout my entire being. I knew that box all too well, but somehow this time it seemed different. As if it was being used for a totally different reasons rather than knowledge or whatever they were doing it for. But either way something was up.
"Oh God." My hand went up to cover my lips, the sudden urge to vomit overwhelming. I don't know what came over me, but soon I was losing my breakfast.
I could have sworn I saw the b*stard smile, his wretched grin behind his cowardly mask. Watching me retch whatever poor excuse for food they had given me, spill on to the already stained floor.
Someone laughed off in the distance, I increased the violent retching, the cruelty fueling my ailment. Then it all turned to Hell. A small clicking noise helped me to pause from my vomiting long enough to catch a glimpse of the tall man unlock the glass cage that enclosed me. His left hand slipped into the glaring chrome box, his hands wrapped comfortably in powdered gloves. D*mn I hated those gloves. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I stopped puking and stood up, hunched over and wary. I could see through my dirty blonde hair, specked with blood, dirt, and now vomit. I moved back, my tailbone bumping into the metal bed frame, producing a metallic clang. The man looked up through his mask, his eyes sharp and narrowed.
Something clicked in my head and I rushed forward, my queasiness forgotten as I slammed the tall man into the glass wall. The man released the box, it's contents spilling onto the floor and exposing knives and assorted tool of torture.
A sharp pain hit my abdomen and blood sprung up between us. I let out a small cry as I fell back, glancing at the wave of black people as they swarmed around the door. They wouldn't let me leave so easily and I'd pay, I knew that.
I had never really hurt one of them before, but anytime I had threatened them they suddenly increased the torture to a fate worse than death. Anything I did or said to them was returned to my ten fold.
I let out a demonic growl, hatred like I've never felt before rushing through my body and fueling my usually sapped strength. The men froze, a terrified look reflecting off of their retinas, but it didn't matter to me. I lashed out, my fingers tearing at the retched black cloth that draped their bodies. It tore and I felt blood splatter the walls followed by a distorted scream. I couldn't see, but I had enough sense to know that people were running. Whether it was toward or away from me I didn't know. My body felt numb, as if it weren't my own. Like I wasn't even there.
Slowly, the hatred seeped out of me, leaving me with myself and the many unconscious bodies around me. Although, more people filed in, wielding fists and angry expressions. I crouched down, lifting my face to meet their gazes with my own green-eyed glare.
I had to get out of here.
I threw out punches, blindly lashing out until I was able to stumble away from the black crowd. Tears streaked down my face as a terrible sense overwhelmed me. I looked around frantically for something, anything!
A small table gleamed beneath the strong lights, a small scalpel called out particularly and I snatched it up. It was completely silver and polished to perfection. I don't know why, but the tool filled me with more anger and fury. I took off at a fast run, my body grew hot with frustration and I stabbed out with the scalpel. A scream met my ears and I let out a cry myself. A few times a fist met with my face or body and I slowed, but I had to keep going.
Where? Where could I go? I looked left and right, looking for a place free of black coats. There…
It was at the far end of the hall, the soft, red glow of an exit sign. I felt my heart shudder and my fingers turn numb with relief.
With another cry I tore after it. Black coats began to flank me, all wielding some sort of weapon whether it was a knife or a long metal piece. I smiled, no clue why, but I did. It was maniacal, like I was the Joker. I gave a cackle, demonic and low as if it wasn't my own. They crowded the exit and he lowered myself as I rocketed towards them. Their faces flashed from determination to fear in a matter of seconds. I
Like crossing the finish line, I burst out of the crowd and into the night. It was quite foggy, which would aid me for sure in my sudden escape. Voices echoed behind me and I had no time for waiting to see what might happen next...
Adrenaline. What a *****. Why couldn't it last forever? I sighed through my teeth, the pain of slowing my movements shining in my small bursts of pain and agony. God! That seemed to be the only thing I felt these days. What had they done to me?
My memory seemed to only consist of that metal box and the sharp instruments that usually came out of it. Then there were the black men. They were the very bane if my pain and agony.
White foggy glass surrounded me on both sides. The blank faces dressed in black cloth stared through, long masks that hid their true hideous faces. They loved it. The show I had to star in, my damn pain, the pain they put me through.
"D*MN YOU!"
They took no notice of my shouts and curses, venom and hatred dripping from every word. Every cell in my body was injected with the malice and evil ideas that humans created. How they did it, I had no clue. Everyday it was something new though. A suicidal thought, a fear of something totally irrelevant, homicide, tears, any great tragedy that had happened seemed to be crammed into his head. I saw things I never knew I had seen. In fact, I had never seen them, but they were there.
But that was only the beginning...
Every morning I was awoken by a crude alarm that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I was given something they called 'food', of course I'd seen more appetizing things come out of the dumpsters at the hospital. Then it was the chemical shower, bathing in weird liquids and gases that either made me scream and burn or itch until I was raw and bloody. Then came the experiments....
A tall figure stood out among the others, the dim light catching off of a metal box, enough to send fear resonating throughout my entire being. I knew that box all too well, but somehow this time it seemed different. As if it was being used for a totally different reasons rather than knowledge or whatever they were doing it for. But either way something was up.
"Oh God." My hand went up to cover my lips, the sudden urge to vomit overwhelming. I don't know what came over me, but soon I was losing my breakfast.
I could have sworn I saw the b*stard smile, his wretched grin behind his cowardly mask. Watching me retch whatever poor excuse for food they had given me, spill on to the already stained floor.
Someone laughed off in the distance, I increased the violent retching, the cruelty fueling my ailment. Then it all turned to Hell. A small clicking noise helped me to pause from my vomiting long enough to catch a glimpse of the tall man unlock the glass cage that enclosed me. His left hand slipped into the glaring chrome box, his hands wrapped comfortably in powdered gloves. D*mn I hated those gloves. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I stopped puking and stood up, hunched over and wary. I could see through my dirty blonde hair, specked with blood, dirt, and now vomit. I moved back, my tailbone bumping into the metal bed frame, producing a metallic clang. The man looked up through his mask, his eyes sharp and narrowed.
Something clicked in my head and I rushed forward, my queasiness forgotten as I slammed the tall man into the glass wall. The man released the box, it's contents spilling onto the floor and exposing knives and assorted tool of torture.
A sharp pain hit my abdomen and blood sprung up between us. I let out a small cry as I fell back, glancing at the wave of black people as they swarmed around the door. They wouldn't let me leave so easily and I'd pay, I knew that.
I had never really hurt one of them before, but anytime I had threatened them they suddenly increased the torture to a fate worse than death. Anything I did or said to them was returned to my ten fold.
I let out a demonic growl, hatred like I've never felt before rushing through my body and fueling my usually sapped strength. The men froze, a terrified look reflecting off of their retinas, but it didn't matter to me. I lashed out, my fingers tearing at the retched black cloth that draped their bodies. It tore and I felt blood splatter the walls followed by a distorted scream. I couldn't see, but I had enough sense to know that people were running. Whether it was toward or away from me I didn't know. My body felt numb, as if it weren't my own. Like I wasn't even there.
Slowly, the hatred seeped out of me, leaving me with myself and the many unconscious bodies around me. Although, more people filed in, wielding fists and angry expressions. I crouched down, lifting my face to meet their gazes with my own green-eyed glare.
I had to get out of here.
I threw out punches, blindly lashing out until I was able to stumble away from the black crowd. Tears streaked down my face as a terrible sense overwhelmed me. I looked around frantically for something, anything!
A small table gleamed beneath the strong lights, a small scalpel called out particularly and I snatched it up. It was completely silver and polished to perfection. I don't know why, but the tool filled me with more anger and fury. I took off at a fast run, my body grew hot with frustration and I stabbed out with the scalpel. A scream met my ears and I let out a cry myself. A few times a fist met with my face or body and I slowed, but I had to keep going.
Where? Where could I go? I looked left and right, looking for a place free of black coats. There…
It was at the far end of the hall, the soft, red glow of an exit sign. I felt my heart shudder and my fingers turn numb with relief.
With another cry I tore after it. Black coats began to flank me, all wielding some sort of weapon whether it was a knife or a long metal piece. I smiled, no clue why, but I did. It was maniacal, like I was the Joker. I gave a cackle, demonic and low as if it wasn't my own. They crowded the exit and he lowered myself as I rocketed towards them. Their faces flashed from determination to fear in a matter of seconds. I
Like crossing the finish line, I burst out of the crowd and into the night. It was quite foggy, which would aid me for sure in my sudden escape. Voices echoed behind me and I had no time for waiting to see what might happen next...
Adrenaline. What a *****. Why couldn't it last forever? I sighed through my teeth, the pain of slowing my movements shining in my small bursts of pain and agony. God! That seemed to be the only thing I felt these days. What had they done to me?
My memory seemed to only consist of that metal box and the sharp instruments that usually came out of it. Then there were the black men. They were the very bane if my pain and agony.
Let the riot begin! LOL - 
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