I don’t know what to write. I’m just sitting here, and time keeps dragging on. There is nothing else to do, than just sit here and twittle my thumbs. My mind is at a blank, and my head is about to droop. No! I must stay awake. I need to be alert. It’s so impossible to move my muscles. I can’t stay upright. The next thing I know, my body is stooped over. Everything has gone blank, all is quiet. Nothing seems to exist any longer. I am floating in nothingness. I am drowning in darkness. Voices peerce my ringing ears. What they are saying is unclear. They start out muffled, but then increase volume. The ringing is getting higher and louder. I am about to explode Now, everything is just louder and more peercing. Will my ear drumbs pop? Then, something brings me back. The bell rings, and I am back where I was before. Had I been sleeping all that time? Why didn’t anyone notice? I realize that the room is utterly empty.
“What the hell are you doing, Miz?” Miz spun around, facing the other direction in a split second and holding his dagger out aggressively towards whoever had decided to crash their little master-protégé bonding time. Luc gave Miz a quick jab to the back and rolled his neck around, working out the kinks that came with being slammed into the wall. He peeked around Miz and saw Vic, the girl that had been with the group at his house the other night. She laughed and walked in a circle around the both of them. “I always forget how easily agitated you get, dear. You really have to work on that. What’d you do, Luc? Ask him about his past? It’s a rough spot for him, nobody knows about it but him.” Miz’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the dagger in his hand. “You know damn well I’ll slit your throat right here, you piece of human filth.” She smirked and ran her hand across Luc’s chest. “See? Told you, it’s a touchy topic. Well, I’d better go, you know, since I actually get to pick both of my protégé’s. Bye, Mizzy! I’ll see you in my room later, kay?” Miz grunted, “It’d be safer banging a vat of acid.” “Well, no need to be rude!” She walked away and said over her shoulder, “The offers open to you too, Luc, my door’s always open.” As she left, Luc finally looked around for the first time since he’d woken up. The place was enormous. He couldn’t tell if after that crazy portal thing were a shitload of steps going down or if that platform that had brought them down went a lot further than he remembered
I held the bloody sword in my hand. The crimson liquid was dripping of the sharp tip of the double edged blade. The steel reflected the sun’s light towards the ground, towards the ground where the corpse lay. The blade that was clenched in my hand had just run through that man. The man that used to be my friend. The lifeless body killed my family for money. For just stupid money. Now I had my revenge. It was all over. The fight was rather quick. It was over within a minute. I had always been the better fighter. We always used to fight when we were little kids. We would pick up some sticks and just try and hit each other with it. How could a friendship that I treasured my whole life come down to this? It was weird to look at his body. Every memory that I have of him I see him laughing or moving, he was always doing something. But now his body was motionless. No more laughter will escape his lips, and no more movements will come from his limbs. He will go into the ground. I dropped my sword right next to the body. I gave the scene one last look and turned away. I walked towards the mountains where I will live the rest of my life. Exiled from the rest of society. Leaving the life that I used to have behind because I had nothing in that life anymore.
“You’re a witch,” he exclaimed, a look of wonder and fear taking over his face. He snickered. “I guess you would think that. Others would say a warlock or a sorcerer, and angel even,” he scoffed, taking another drag from his cigar. “No sir, I am no witch. I am just a simple man whose talents exceed your own. A man who cannot whistle would not make up names for a man that could simply because he was less talented, would he?” He stopped for a moment, pondering this. “But this isn’t just talent,” Jack beamed. Amazement was practically visible in his tone. “This is power.” The man considered this as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “True,” he said, nodding his head in agreement. “My talents do give me power,” he stopped again. “But any man can achieve power if he knows how. Regardless,” he sighed, “I would prefer if you did not accuse me of being a witch again. I take great offense to it. I am a man and I would appreciate being treated as such.” He didn’t know what to say so he just nodded to the man in compliance with his request. “Good,” the man said and put the cigar between his teeth. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder, gave him a smile, nodded, and started off down the street, a trail of smoke following closely behind him.
I don’t know what to write. I’m just sitting here, and time keeps dragging on. There is nothing else to do, than just sit here and twittle my thumbs. My mind is at a blank, and my head is about to droop. No! I must stay awake. I need to be alert. It’s so impossible to move my muscles. I can’t stay upright. The next thing I know, my body is stooped over. Everything has gone blank, all is quiet. Nothing seems to exist any longer. I am floating in nothingness. I am drowning in darkness.
ReplyDeleteVoices peerce my ringing ears. What they are saying is unclear. They start out muffled, but then increase volume. The ringing is getting higher and louder. I am about to explode Now, everything is just louder and more peercing. Will my ear drumbs pop? Then, something brings me back.
The bell rings, and I am back where I was before. Had I been sleeping all that time? Why didn’t anyone notice? I realize that the room is utterly empty.
“What the hell are you doing, Miz?”
ReplyDeleteMiz spun around, facing the other direction in a split second and holding his dagger out aggressively towards whoever had decided to crash their little master-protégé bonding time. Luc gave Miz a quick jab to the back and rolled his neck around, working out the kinks that came with being slammed into the wall. He peeked around Miz and saw Vic, the girl that had been with the group at his house the other night. She laughed and walked in a circle around the both of them.
“I always forget how easily agitated you get, dear. You really have to work on that. What’d you do, Luc? Ask him about his past? It’s a rough spot for him, nobody knows about it but him.”
Miz’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the dagger in his hand.
“You know damn well I’ll slit your throat right here, you piece of human filth.”
She smirked and ran her hand across Luc’s chest.
“See? Told you, it’s a touchy topic. Well, I’d better go, you know, since I actually get to pick both of my protégé’s. Bye, Mizzy! I’ll see you in my room later, kay?”
Miz grunted, “It’d be safer banging a vat of acid.”
“Well, no need to be rude!” She walked away and said over her shoulder, “The offers open to you too, Luc, my door’s always open.”
As she left, Luc finally looked around for the first time since he’d woken up. The place was enormous. He couldn’t tell if after that crazy portal thing were a shitload of steps going down or if that platform that had brought them down went a lot further than he remembered
I held the bloody sword in my hand. The crimson liquid was dripping of the sharp tip of the double edged blade. The steel reflected the sun’s light towards the ground, towards the ground where the corpse lay. The blade that was clenched in my hand had just run through that man. The man that used to be my friend. The lifeless body killed my family for money. For just stupid money. Now I had my revenge. It was all over. The fight was rather quick. It was over within a minute. I had always been the better fighter. We always used to fight when we were little kids. We would pick up some sticks and just try and hit each other with it. How could a friendship that I treasured my whole life come down to this? It was weird to look at his body. Every memory that I have of him I see him laughing or moving, he was always doing something. But now his body was motionless. No more laughter will escape his lips, and no more movements will come from his limbs. He will go into the ground. I dropped my sword right next to the body. I gave the scene one last look and turned away. I walked towards the mountains where I will live the rest of my life. Exiled from the rest of society. Leaving the life that I used to have behind because I had nothing in that life anymore.
ReplyDelete“You’re a witch,” he exclaimed, a look of wonder and fear taking over his face.
ReplyDeleteHe snickered. “I guess you would think that. Others would say a warlock or a sorcerer, and angel even,” he scoffed, taking another drag from his cigar. “No sir, I am no witch. I am just a simple man whose talents exceed your own. A man who cannot whistle would not make up names for a man that could simply because he was less talented, would he?”
He stopped for a moment, pondering this. “But this isn’t just talent,” Jack beamed. Amazement was practically visible in his tone. “This is power.”
The man considered this as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “True,” he said, nodding his head in agreement. “My talents do give me power,” he stopped again. “But any man can achieve power if he knows how. Regardless,” he sighed, “I would prefer if you did not accuse me of being a witch again. I take great offense to it. I am a man and I would appreciate being treated as such.”
He didn’t know what to say so he just nodded to the man in compliance with his request.
“Good,” the man said and put the cigar between his teeth. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder, gave him a smile, nodded, and started off down the street, a trail of smoke following closely behind him.
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