Post by Shades on Mar 28, 2007 18:34:41 GMT -5
No sooner had I entered the room, I realized there was no room. The door I had opened led onto the street, as the door closed, I could make out Scott’s footsteps leading away from me. I stood there stunned, the lock on the door clicked as it closed.
I found myself dumbfounded, how had I been turned around like that? I made sure to count off the doors, and kept conscious of which were those leading outside, yet here I was standing on the street. I guessed chasing Scott, had gotten me turned around. I yelled at myself for being so stupid.
Now I stood underneath a street lamp, which only illuminated a portion of this dark road, in this nameless city. The tiny bits of rock, and garbage, that rested at the side of the road, crunched underneath my feet, as I shifted uneasily. I look down both direction of the road, and decided to turn left since it ran parallel to the box-like building which I had just come out of. Maybe I could catch Scott unaware coming out of the building from the front, I fantasized as I started to walk down the grungy street.
I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there, or who I was, all I knew, was that if I were to escape this maze of a city, I’d have to catch Scott. Whether he was the one keeping me in here, or he was supposed to help me, I didn‘t know. But seeing as how he had made sure to evade me at every turn, I decided it was the former.
I got so lost in my thoughts, that I hadn’t been watching my surroundings, and now as I looked up, I realized there was something not quite right. My pace slowed to help my sleep deprived eyes focus. I let out a deep guttural sigh, seeing what it was.
As I was lost in thought I had neglected to realize that the walls of the building and the streets ahead and behind me were crawling with thousands, maybe even millions of rats. Crawling over one another trying to get to dinner before the others.
I stood there trying to decide what to do, their tiny little screeches were deafening. I could feel the first of the rats, bite the back of my ankles, I kicked them away, I started to run, but not before a couple rats made there way up my pant legs. Almost an automatic response, I started to sprint through the sea of rats, their tiny bones crunched as my heavy footsteps took casualties. Their final screeches as they died, were worse then those when they were running to eat. I started to feel tired and heavy, but a rat that had found its way up the pant of my leg, took a bite out of the area very close to my groined, my body released a very large portion of my bodies adrenaline. I punched the rat, that was in my pant leg, and felt it die, as its limp body fell out of my pant leg.
I started to run faster, the adrenaline making my body impervious to fatigue, but just as I could see the end to the endless wave of the large dirty rodents, my foot caught a rock and my left leg shot forward, pushing me off balance and backward, onto and into the rats. I furiously punched and grabbed the rats, trying everything to get them off me. I brought down my hand to try and push myself off the wet, dirty pavement. But instead, my hand found its way into the mouth of a rat. I let out a horribly loud roar, that resembled a war cry, as I anticipated, the bite.
The surrounding vermin seemed to be intimidated and let off slightly, but the rat who had my hand in its mouth was determined and chomped down gladly. I gritted my teeth, my face scrunched in pain. I was now covered in the furry rodents. I rolled over, no longer caring about protecting my face, from the fangs, I pushed off the ground, rats still clinging to me. My hands came down on the rats crunching them between my powerful fingers. I started to run again, getting away from the rats, while getting them off me at the same time. I wiped the blood out of my eyes quickly, and slapped one of the oversized rodents off the top of my head, in the same movement.
I ran to the end of the rat-sea, and kept running. When I could no longer see the rats I fell to the ground, exhausted, no longer with the aid of adrenaline, my body was rendered useless by pain. I breathed deep, still hitting my chest and legs, delirious, making sure I no longer had rats on me.
Suddenly I could hear screams, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from, all I saw beyond the street lamps, was the black of night. Realizing the screams were my own, I tried to stop, but found I couldn’t. All my muscles were tense, as if I were still being chased still. Tears flooded my eyes. The little light there was, started to dim and fade out. I tried to fight the dark abyss that threatened to engulf me, but it proved to persuasive and I was soon unconscious.
I didn’t remember much of the passing hours, and possibly even days. Drifting casually in and out of consciousness, I recalled being dragged slowly along the ground and then I was put onto a bed covered in a lace bed spread. After that point, I remembered nothing.
I did not dream whilst I slept, which was a blessing, seeing as how they’d most likely be terrifying nightmares. But none the less it was a very restless, fitful sleep.
Finally I awoke. My face felt swollen, and my eyes felt as if they were swelled shut, but I managed to open them. The curtains that fell across the window, were starch-white, and the bed, was indeed, covered in a very dusty, old, lace bed spread. I looked down at my hands, trying to extend my fingers, I saw that they were bandaged up, using a flower-pattern cloth. I wondered what else, my mysterious helper had bandaged up.
I tried to push myself up, but found it too painful. I saw out of the corner of my puffy eyes, a short little figure in a big dress run up to my side.
“Dearie, you’re too weak, stay down. Don’t move, and keep your eyes, closed. I’ll bring you some chicken noodle soup.”
I tried to get up again, but found that whoever this was, was right, I was too weak. So I stayed down, like she had told me too. And before I knew she was back with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. She turned on the light, beside the bed, and proceeded to spoon feed me, after tucking a napkin underneath my chin.
“My mother always told me, the best way to get better, is chicken soup and rest. Now don’t choke. Is it too hot?” She asked, but didn’t wait for a reply, and instead continued to force feed me.
“When I found you yesterday night, I was appalled at your state, I realized the lord sent you to me, so I could heal you,” Her voice was overwhelmingly cheery, and she talked at a speed, where I found myself struggling to keep up.
She continued to talk about the Lord, and Jesus, and how this was her chance to do good. I wasn’t really listening, instead I observed her closely, it felt like ages, since I had seen another person up close. Seeing the back of Scott’s head didn’t qualify. This lady was the first person I had seen here, since my arrival.
She was elderly maybe in her mid-sixties, she had those wrinkles, one gets when they smile a lot. Her hair was as if it was just out of a step ford wife, hair mold, or something bizarre like that. She wore a floral apron, and a white blouse underneath. She looked the part, of a perfect mother, and grandmother all in the same package, and I found myself pondering this, how unlikely in a place like this, would you find someone like her.
She finished feeding me the bowl of soup, and I saw that she had replaced the bowl in her hands with a large leather tomb, with a cross on the front, I immediately recognized it as the bible, and let out a small inaudible moan, hoping she wouldn’t read it to me.
“Now that you have a stomach full of goodness, I’ll read the bible, so you fall back to sleep happy, knowing the lord is looking after you.” She seemed so excited she might jump out of her chair and dance.
She starting reciting the bible, and I rolled my eyes. I then realized I wasn’t a religious person, and found it actually quite annoyed me. That was one more thing I knew about myself. I almost felt proud at this accomplishment.
My eyelids started to sag, as I started to drift off again. My head fell and it startled me, but that was only me falling asleep. I let my eyes close, reckoning I was relatively safe here. Just then it hit me. Something wasn‘t right, I didn‘t know what, but I knew there was something maybe it was the old lady, but I doubted that. Almost seemed---I was too tired by then to finish the thought.
I found myself dumbfounded, how had I been turned around like that? I made sure to count off the doors, and kept conscious of which were those leading outside, yet here I was standing on the street. I guessed chasing Scott, had gotten me turned around. I yelled at myself for being so stupid.
Now I stood underneath a street lamp, which only illuminated a portion of this dark road, in this nameless city. The tiny bits of rock, and garbage, that rested at the side of the road, crunched underneath my feet, as I shifted uneasily. I look down both direction of the road, and decided to turn left since it ran parallel to the box-like building which I had just come out of. Maybe I could catch Scott unaware coming out of the building from the front, I fantasized as I started to walk down the grungy street.
I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there, or who I was, all I knew, was that if I were to escape this maze of a city, I’d have to catch Scott. Whether he was the one keeping me in here, or he was supposed to help me, I didn‘t know. But seeing as how he had made sure to evade me at every turn, I decided it was the former.
I got so lost in my thoughts, that I hadn’t been watching my surroundings, and now as I looked up, I realized there was something not quite right. My pace slowed to help my sleep deprived eyes focus. I let out a deep guttural sigh, seeing what it was.
As I was lost in thought I had neglected to realize that the walls of the building and the streets ahead and behind me were crawling with thousands, maybe even millions of rats. Crawling over one another trying to get to dinner before the others.
I stood there trying to decide what to do, their tiny little screeches were deafening. I could feel the first of the rats, bite the back of my ankles, I kicked them away, I started to run, but not before a couple rats made there way up my pant legs. Almost an automatic response, I started to sprint through the sea of rats, their tiny bones crunched as my heavy footsteps took casualties. Their final screeches as they died, were worse then those when they were running to eat. I started to feel tired and heavy, but a rat that had found its way up the pant of my leg, took a bite out of the area very close to my groined, my body released a very large portion of my bodies adrenaline. I punched the rat, that was in my pant leg, and felt it die, as its limp body fell out of my pant leg.
I started to run faster, the adrenaline making my body impervious to fatigue, but just as I could see the end to the endless wave of the large dirty rodents, my foot caught a rock and my left leg shot forward, pushing me off balance and backward, onto and into the rats. I furiously punched and grabbed the rats, trying everything to get them off me. I brought down my hand to try and push myself off the wet, dirty pavement. But instead, my hand found its way into the mouth of a rat. I let out a horribly loud roar, that resembled a war cry, as I anticipated, the bite.
The surrounding vermin seemed to be intimidated and let off slightly, but the rat who had my hand in its mouth was determined and chomped down gladly. I gritted my teeth, my face scrunched in pain. I was now covered in the furry rodents. I rolled over, no longer caring about protecting my face, from the fangs, I pushed off the ground, rats still clinging to me. My hands came down on the rats crunching them between my powerful fingers. I started to run again, getting away from the rats, while getting them off me at the same time. I wiped the blood out of my eyes quickly, and slapped one of the oversized rodents off the top of my head, in the same movement.
I ran to the end of the rat-sea, and kept running. When I could no longer see the rats I fell to the ground, exhausted, no longer with the aid of adrenaline, my body was rendered useless by pain. I breathed deep, still hitting my chest and legs, delirious, making sure I no longer had rats on me.
Suddenly I could hear screams, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from, all I saw beyond the street lamps, was the black of night. Realizing the screams were my own, I tried to stop, but found I couldn’t. All my muscles were tense, as if I were still being chased still. Tears flooded my eyes. The little light there was, started to dim and fade out. I tried to fight the dark abyss that threatened to engulf me, but it proved to persuasive and I was soon unconscious.
I didn’t remember much of the passing hours, and possibly even days. Drifting casually in and out of consciousness, I recalled being dragged slowly along the ground and then I was put onto a bed covered in a lace bed spread. After that point, I remembered nothing.
I did not dream whilst I slept, which was a blessing, seeing as how they’d most likely be terrifying nightmares. But none the less it was a very restless, fitful sleep.
Finally I awoke. My face felt swollen, and my eyes felt as if they were swelled shut, but I managed to open them. The curtains that fell across the window, were starch-white, and the bed, was indeed, covered in a very dusty, old, lace bed spread. I looked down at my hands, trying to extend my fingers, I saw that they were bandaged up, using a flower-pattern cloth. I wondered what else, my mysterious helper had bandaged up.
I tried to push myself up, but found it too painful. I saw out of the corner of my puffy eyes, a short little figure in a big dress run up to my side.
“Dearie, you’re too weak, stay down. Don’t move, and keep your eyes, closed. I’ll bring you some chicken noodle soup.”
I tried to get up again, but found that whoever this was, was right, I was too weak. So I stayed down, like she had told me too. And before I knew she was back with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. She turned on the light, beside the bed, and proceeded to spoon feed me, after tucking a napkin underneath my chin.
“My mother always told me, the best way to get better, is chicken soup and rest. Now don’t choke. Is it too hot?” She asked, but didn’t wait for a reply, and instead continued to force feed me.
“When I found you yesterday night, I was appalled at your state, I realized the lord sent you to me, so I could heal you,” Her voice was overwhelmingly cheery, and she talked at a speed, where I found myself struggling to keep up.
She continued to talk about the Lord, and Jesus, and how this was her chance to do good. I wasn’t really listening, instead I observed her closely, it felt like ages, since I had seen another person up close. Seeing the back of Scott’s head didn’t qualify. This lady was the first person I had seen here, since my arrival.
She was elderly maybe in her mid-sixties, she had those wrinkles, one gets when they smile a lot. Her hair was as if it was just out of a step ford wife, hair mold, or something bizarre like that. She wore a floral apron, and a white blouse underneath. She looked the part, of a perfect mother, and grandmother all in the same package, and I found myself pondering this, how unlikely in a place like this, would you find someone like her.
She finished feeding me the bowl of soup, and I saw that she had replaced the bowl in her hands with a large leather tomb, with a cross on the front, I immediately recognized it as the bible, and let out a small inaudible moan, hoping she wouldn’t read it to me.
“Now that you have a stomach full of goodness, I’ll read the bible, so you fall back to sleep happy, knowing the lord is looking after you.” She seemed so excited she might jump out of her chair and dance.
She starting reciting the bible, and I rolled my eyes. I then realized I wasn’t a religious person, and found it actually quite annoyed me. That was one more thing I knew about myself. I almost felt proud at this accomplishment.
My eyelids started to sag, as I started to drift off again. My head fell and it startled me, but that was only me falling asleep. I let my eyes close, reckoning I was relatively safe here. Just then it hit me. Something wasn‘t right, I didn‘t know what, but I knew there was something maybe it was the old lady, but I doubted that. Almost seemed---I was too tired by then to finish the thought.