One Đαяж siku in the Middle of the Night
-------------Chapter I-------------
Dark skies. The darkest.
Choking blood.
Wet eyes, those were my dad’s.
That’s the last thing I
remember...
вєп’s eyes slowly opened. They didn’t look around, they didn’t even adjust to the dim light. He could barely see out of one anyway. It’s all he could do to songesha it. So he didn’t.
He just lay there. His body was in agonizing pain, but it began to subside. The blood gushing from his side and arm began to dry. He pushed his head against the cold hard ground and let out several terrible coughs, choking on his blood.
He continued to lay there. On his back, afterlife going on all around him. A monstrous foot stepped on his small chest. But he hardly flinched as it kept walking, not noticing him. He lay there for hours. No, days. Wrong, it was only a few minutes. There was no time, wherever he was. What little of an internal clock he had was gone. Everything was gone. He didn’t feel happy, he didn’t feel sad, he didn’t feel any emotions. Imagine what it was like when wewe were sitting on your couch, dog tired. wewe can hardly keep your eyes open, much less focus on the TV. Life is going on around you, but wewe stay still, not reacting in the slightest, not caring. That’s what he felt.
By now, he would have popped to his feet, muttered something about the giant gash in his side not being good, introduced himself to the monsters, and questioned every one if they had seen his dad.
But he didn’t. Little вєп didn’t know his father was missing, he didn’t even know Dear ol’ Jack. The little Skellington’s mind was empty. Every single emotion, instinct, reaction, laugh, sub-conscience thought were all gone. wewe are a empty vessel, so dead that wewe don’t even know that wewe are a vessel, wewe hardly even realize that you’re alive.
His body lifted up, grabbed from behind kwa some monster. The beast shook him, and laughed at him, taunting the child. Another came along to do the same. He pulled at the boy’s hurt arm, poked him in his bruised and bleeding side, tugged at the kid’s blond hair.
вєп just hung there. Not moving, he completely allowed this to happen. His eyes weren’t even watching the monsters claw as he reached for the his midget body. They stared blankly forward.
Suddenly, the monsters dropped him, horrified. They muttered to the other in completely opposite tongues.
A tear had fallen from the boy’s eye. The one red eye, with a dark red ring around his big black pupil. The useless one, it was crying.
The creeps just stared, shoving each other to go look at it. The sekunde beast didn’t like to be shoved, so he hit the first one. The first one didn’t like that, so it slashed the other. Soon they were in a wingu of smoke, rolling around, biting, and scratching at each other. The boy, however, was still laying there, dead upon arrival. Literally. He reached up and touched his cheek. His flesh cheek. His eye grew wide as he remembered everything.
There was a terrible battle, a horrid fiend had invaded his town, his home. There was a lot of fighting, plotting, and planning the demon’s demise. And it all came back to вєп! That demon that had attacked his friends, the anger he felt toward that thing. His sister, his enemies, everyone being swallowed in the beast’s toothy mouths. He remembered that he was worried for his dad. Where was Jack? Why wasn’t he helping, was he alright, where ever he was? Then the end of the struggle. The mutant was destroyed, Sweet Penelope found Jack, Him was there, and himself turning...
He gasped. Human. He had turned flesh and blood. The feelings, the torment, it all raced through вєп’s mind. Then it stopped, the end of the tape. He was dead. His dad traded him for his sweet sister. But Jack traded himself too. Dad... wait a-! Dad’s here too! I remember, he wouldn’t let me go alone! Oh Dad, where are you?! Where!?!?
All of his memories, purposes, loves and hates, they all vanished. He had forgotten everything. He sat up, still staring. But he could see through both eyes now. He didn’t know how, but he could see clearly. And he could move. Touching himself tenderly, he stood, his mind racing. Trying to hold onto what he could, but rapidly loosing. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed his Cat-head button and screamed in anguish.
“Ǿ!!! Щφς џҐ√!” His eyes grew wide, moyo beating greatly. For the sekunde time in his life, he was terrified. Like can’t move, cold sweat, chills running throughout your body, horror-stricken. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t talk. He sank down onto his knees.∫∫??? ∫∂χ∆″??? He sat there and stared. ∫∂χ∆″??? ∫∂χ∆″??? He kept repeating to himself. Again and again he would mentally say the same thing, with the same result. He couldn’t understand his own thoughts, he couldn’t understand himself even when he attempted to speak.
His eyes searching the ground, panicking, he didn’t know what to do. His breathing shortened, his brow sweat. Slowly, the world began spinning and revolving. Everything was going dark. Catching the child off guard, the ground gave a violent jolt, tossing his small, weak body down a steep embankment.
Đαяж...
-------------Chapter I-------------
Dark skies. The darkest.
Choking blood.
Wet eyes, those were my dad’s.
That’s the last thing I
remember...
вєп’s eyes slowly opened. They didn’t look around, they didn’t even adjust to the dim light. He could barely see out of one anyway. It’s all he could do to songesha it. So he didn’t.
He just lay there. His body was in agonizing pain, but it began to subside. The blood gushing from his side and arm began to dry. He pushed his head against the cold hard ground and let out several terrible coughs, choking on his blood.
He continued to lay there. On his back, afterlife going on all around him. A monstrous foot stepped on his small chest. But he hardly flinched as it kept walking, not noticing him. He lay there for hours. No, days. Wrong, it was only a few minutes. There was no time, wherever he was. What little of an internal clock he had was gone. Everything was gone. He didn’t feel happy, he didn’t feel sad, he didn’t feel any emotions. Imagine what it was like when wewe were sitting on your couch, dog tired. wewe can hardly keep your eyes open, much less focus on the TV. Life is going on around you, but wewe stay still, not reacting in the slightest, not caring. That’s what he felt.
By now, he would have popped to his feet, muttered something about the giant gash in his side not being good, introduced himself to the monsters, and questioned every one if they had seen his dad.
But he didn’t. Little вєп didn’t know his father was missing, he didn’t even know Dear ol’ Jack. The little Skellington’s mind was empty. Every single emotion, instinct, reaction, laugh, sub-conscience thought were all gone. wewe are a empty vessel, so dead that wewe don’t even know that wewe are a vessel, wewe hardly even realize that you’re alive.
His body lifted up, grabbed from behind kwa some monster. The beast shook him, and laughed at him, taunting the child. Another came along to do the same. He pulled at the boy’s hurt arm, poked him in his bruised and bleeding side, tugged at the kid’s blond hair.
вєп just hung there. Not moving, he completely allowed this to happen. His eyes weren’t even watching the monsters claw as he reached for the his midget body. They stared blankly forward.
Suddenly, the monsters dropped him, horrified. They muttered to the other in completely opposite tongues.
A tear had fallen from the boy’s eye. The one red eye, with a dark red ring around his big black pupil. The useless one, it was crying.
The creeps just stared, shoving each other to go look at it. The sekunde beast didn’t like to be shoved, so he hit the first one. The first one didn’t like that, so it slashed the other. Soon they were in a wingu of smoke, rolling around, biting, and scratching at each other. The boy, however, was still laying there, dead upon arrival. Literally. He reached up and touched his cheek. His flesh cheek. His eye grew wide as he remembered everything.
There was a terrible battle, a horrid fiend had invaded his town, his home. There was a lot of fighting, plotting, and planning the demon’s demise. And it all came back to вєп! That demon that had attacked his friends, the anger he felt toward that thing. His sister, his enemies, everyone being swallowed in the beast’s toothy mouths. He remembered that he was worried for his dad. Where was Jack? Why wasn’t he helping, was he alright, where ever he was? Then the end of the struggle. The mutant was destroyed, Sweet Penelope found Jack, Him was there, and himself turning...
He gasped. Human. He had turned flesh and blood. The feelings, the torment, it all raced through вєп’s mind. Then it stopped, the end of the tape. He was dead. His dad traded him for his sweet sister. But Jack traded himself too. Dad... wait a-! Dad’s here too! I remember, he wouldn’t let me go alone! Oh Dad, where are you?! Where!?!?
All of his memories, purposes, loves and hates, they all vanished. He had forgotten everything. He sat up, still staring. But he could see through both eyes now. He didn’t know how, but he could see clearly. And he could move. Touching himself tenderly, he stood, his mind racing. Trying to hold onto what he could, but rapidly loosing. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed his Cat-head button and screamed in anguish.
“Ǿ!!! Щφς џҐ√!” His eyes grew wide, moyo beating greatly. For the sekunde time in his life, he was terrified. Like can’t move, cold sweat, chills running throughout your body, horror-stricken. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t talk. He sank down onto his knees.∫∫??? ∫∂χ∆″??? He sat there and stared. ∫∂χ∆″??? ∫∂χ∆″??? He kept repeating to himself. Again and again he would mentally say the same thing, with the same result. He couldn’t understand his own thoughts, he couldn’t understand himself even when he attempted to speak.
His eyes searching the ground, panicking, he didn’t know what to do. His breathing shortened, his brow sweat. Slowly, the world began spinning and revolving. Everything was going dark. Catching the child off guard, the ground gave a violent jolt, tossing his small, weak body down a steep embankment.
Đαяж...
