A Nightmare Reborn
Chapter 4 Part 1
The past still echoed sharply in my ear. I didn't want to think about it but I found myself unable to. Resuming my journey seemed impossible, as my leg was a grim reminder of my mortality. Shattered remains of my hope were scattered about the ground and each piece ensured that I would have a complicated adventure to the bowels of what is to be madness. Curse you, world. How dare you bring me into this bitter nightmare.
Am I even here? Is this place nothing more than a graveyard in my mind? How am I to trust my own senses? I can feel here, see it, taste it, but I can't believe it. Even the smell of the burning beasts even seems artificial. I grabbed some dirt from the ground, and ate it. It tastes like the earth, yet I still am not convinced. The gritty taste that dried my mouth seemed a bit too sweet to be trusted. As I moved forward, my attitude deadened, wondering if this is really an illusory world. I resumed my search for the entrance to the tunnel, the one that should bring me into the haunted mine, sore and emotionally cold, my feelings playing a instrument of pain that time has forgotten.
I searched each hill with no success. I couldn't find what I was looking for. I knew I had grown impatient, but, alas, my futility was in full fruition. I knew not of my inequity, as all of this has ceased, dead and hollow in its tracks. My heart continued to beg for mercy, as I wished only to view the visage of my goddess Alice. She is the one who brought me here, she granted me my wisdom, and she dictates my life. Althia has brought her forth as a messenger, and I must find her, so that I may listen to her divine words rolling off of her succulent lips. None hath came here and lived, so I must imagine my own life, bringing it into full cognitive perception, cheating the reaper, the furious death god he is. I will scavenge my own fate, yea, and dust it off, embracing it once and for all.
The night chases me, making the noises of danger approach. There is nothing for me on this open and forbidden plane, as I knew that this place is one open to both luminous dreams and dark nightmares. As my nightmare opened up around me, I laid down on the ground, making myself become lifeless like a stick. They approached, holding torch and sword, their bipedal movement fooling me nigh. They snarled and spoke in a language that was uncommonly familiar, and their faces were like frothing dogs. They seemed to not notice me, although their torches caught hidden glimpses of my entire personage. I grabbed my .38, knowing that it was my only hope. They clearly are looking for me, wishing for capture or worse. Could I kill all of them, I wonder. One, two, three, four...yes. I cannot miss, as reloading would not be possible. I rose, and froze my pursuers. After a tense moment, they had began to charge at me, their yelps and snarls affirming their identity as creatures and not men. They thrusted their swords at me, and I made my move, finally having my one chance to defeat all of these foul mockeries of human beings. I fired my six shots, the sound of the bullets echoing as their blood spewed sharply over the ground and onto each other, I knew that I had seized my own life and kept it once more. None of the beasts had lived, although they had made it bloody close to ending my life. Several had succeeded in stabbing me as they laid dying on the ground, and I could not move my legs without causing the blood to pour out faster. I had to patch myself up, fast, before I do actually die.
My sack will serve as an ample rag, and I used alcohol to clean my wounds. The stinging sensation of the booze on my fresh gashes caused me to violently scream, and I pressed my now unfolded sack firm on my ankles and shins, causing it to become instantly dark red. The pain was secondary to my fear of failing my mission. Death is secondary to failure, as I see death as some grand reward. Failure in this life, however, would keep me away from my long lost joy. Live, Henry, live. Madness will come soon, making your healing impossible. Don't give in, at least not yet.
Chapter 4 Part 1
The past still echoed sharply in my ear. I didn't want to think about it but I found myself unable to. Resuming my journey seemed impossible, as my leg was a grim reminder of my mortality. Shattered remains of my hope were scattered about the ground and each piece ensured that I would have a complicated adventure to the bowels of what is to be madness. Curse you, world. How dare you bring me into this bitter nightmare.
Am I even here? Is this place nothing more than a graveyard in my mind? How am I to trust my own senses? I can feel here, see it, taste it, but I can't believe it. Even the smell of the burning beasts even seems artificial. I grabbed some dirt from the ground, and ate it. It tastes like the earth, yet I still am not convinced. The gritty taste that dried my mouth seemed a bit too sweet to be trusted. As I moved forward, my attitude deadened, wondering if this is really an illusory world. I resumed my search for the entrance to the tunnel, the one that should bring me into the haunted mine, sore and emotionally cold, my feelings playing a instrument of pain that time has forgotten.
I searched each hill with no success. I couldn't find what I was looking for. I knew I had grown impatient, but, alas, my futility was in full fruition. I knew not of my inequity, as all of this has ceased, dead and hollow in its tracks. My heart continued to beg for mercy, as I wished only to view the visage of my goddess Alice. She is the one who brought me here, she granted me my wisdom, and she dictates my life. Althia has brought her forth as a messenger, and I must find her, so that I may listen to her divine words rolling off of her succulent lips. None hath came here and lived, so I must imagine my own life, bringing it into full cognitive perception, cheating the reaper, the furious death god he is. I will scavenge my own fate, yea, and dust it off, embracing it once and for all.
The night chases me, making the noises of danger approach. There is nothing for me on this open and forbidden plane, as I knew that this place is one open to both luminous dreams and dark nightmares. As my nightmare opened up around me, I laid down on the ground, making myself become lifeless like a stick. They approached, holding torch and sword, their bipedal movement fooling me nigh. They snarled and spoke in a language that was uncommonly familiar, and their faces were like frothing dogs. They seemed to not notice me, although their torches caught hidden glimpses of my entire personage. I grabbed my .38, knowing that it was my only hope. They clearly are looking for me, wishing for capture or worse. Could I kill all of them, I wonder. One, two, three, four...yes. I cannot miss, as reloading would not be possible. I rose, and froze my pursuers. After a tense moment, they had began to charge at me, their yelps and snarls affirming their identity as creatures and not men. They thrusted their swords at me, and I made my move, finally having my one chance to defeat all of these foul mockeries of human beings. I fired my six shots, the sound of the bullets echoing as their blood spewed sharply over the ground and onto each other, I knew that I had seized my own life and kept it once more. None of the beasts had lived, although they had made it bloody close to ending my life. Several had succeeded in stabbing me as they laid dying on the ground, and I could not move my legs without causing the blood to pour out faster. I had to patch myself up, fast, before I do actually die.
My sack will serve as an ample rag, and I used alcohol to clean my wounds. The stinging sensation of the booze on my fresh gashes caused me to violently scream, and I pressed my now unfolded sack firm on my ankles and shins, causing it to become instantly dark red. The pain was secondary to my fear of failing my mission. Death is secondary to failure, as I see death as some grand reward. Failure in this life, however, would keep me away from my long lost joy. Live, Henry, live. Madness will come soon, making your healing impossible. Don't give in, at least not yet.
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