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great_noodles2017-03-27 03:49 am
straightandmarrow) wrote in great_noodles2017-03-27 03:49 am
And The Void Took
Endless though it had seemed, the ghastly howling reverberating around him ceased as the lanky skeleton collapsed to his knees with a stuttering gasp, barely aware of the solid surfaces supporting his frame.
He strains trying to draw at the air he craves, ribs feeling sore and constricted as he dimly realizes that the horrible, pained sound had been coming from him. He can still feel the consuming pain in his skull, but it feels lighter. As though a release valve had been turned. The fear of his skull bursting open from a pressure blooming mercilessly inside begins to wane.
Drip...drip...drip...
He keenly hears the sound of liquid drops and growing rattling of bones in the quiet now surrounding him. When he finally gulps a breath, slowly, the darkness clouding his vision begins to abate with sparkles of light born from the pain filtering over his sight like static. The sense of up and down becomes more solid than a vague instinct as he looks at the blue wall and floor, the color broken only by the closed door of the elevator right beside him currently propping his slumped torso and head. The room ahead turns around a corner next to the elevator to lead somewhere, and to his left, a doorway out into blackness with only a walkway visible leading over to a well lit balcony with large shrubs on each side.
Huh. He wonders what this place is.
He tries to think through the painful haze that fogs even the most basic matters of understanding. How did he get to this place? How does he not know it when it feels oddly familiar? He had...hadn't he been trying to find someone? Someone important? D... Wait, who? Someone. Someone he knows...
As his vision continues to improve with the flickering stars fading, a dull throb begins to pulse beneath the pain enveloping his head as it lessens bit by bit. With the diminished intensity of the pain, he is starting to feel other things, and the strangest sensation of something wet on his face draws a shaking hand to the edge of the zygomatic bone that helps form his eyesocket. The first touch of his hand encounters something like water, and pulling his hand forward to look, he sees tears on the tips of his phalanges. Those have stopped though, leaving only traces of agony. Another brush at his maxillary bone at the bottom of the same eyesocket however draws off the liquid that is still leaking from his skull. As he draws his hand back this time, he finds dark strings trailing to his fingertips in the motion that thin and separate only after his hand is inches away. His already labored breathing catches as he stares at the black ooze that has no shine. It seems to eat the light around it.
Too worn for panic to take hold, the alarm instead pinches his thoughts and hurries a search. He finds it leaking from his other orbit as well, and looking down... Oh god. Oh god..! The trails down his shirt are nothing to the puddle that splashed his legs and floor directly ahead of him as though it had been vomitted out from the inside of his skull and splattered everything decent.
He should...he should do something, find help, but the pain is still so overwhelming that all he can do is turn towards the elevator door as he shudders in disgust. He feels so tired... It is so hard to think....
He cannot call out for help as his vision dims towards darkness, merely rattle and drip...
And hope.
He strains trying to draw at the air he craves, ribs feeling sore and constricted as he dimly realizes that the horrible, pained sound had been coming from him. He can still feel the consuming pain in his skull, but it feels lighter. As though a release valve had been turned. The fear of his skull bursting open from a pressure blooming mercilessly inside begins to wane.
Drip...drip...drip...
He keenly hears the sound of liquid drops and growing rattling of bones in the quiet now surrounding him. When he finally gulps a breath, slowly, the darkness clouding his vision begins to abate with sparkles of light born from the pain filtering over his sight like static. The sense of up and down becomes more solid than a vague instinct as he looks at the blue wall and floor, the color broken only by the closed door of the elevator right beside him currently propping his slumped torso and head. The room ahead turns around a corner next to the elevator to lead somewhere, and to his left, a doorway out into blackness with only a walkway visible leading over to a well lit balcony with large shrubs on each side.
Huh. He wonders what this place is.
He tries to think through the painful haze that fogs even the most basic matters of understanding. How did he get to this place? How does he not know it when it feels oddly familiar? He had...hadn't he been trying to find someone? Someone important? D... Wait, who? Someone. Someone he knows...
As his vision continues to improve with the flickering stars fading, a dull throb begins to pulse beneath the pain enveloping his head as it lessens bit by bit. With the diminished intensity of the pain, he is starting to feel other things, and the strangest sensation of something wet on his face draws a shaking hand to the edge of the zygomatic bone that helps form his eyesocket. The first touch of his hand encounters something like water, and pulling his hand forward to look, he sees tears on the tips of his phalanges. Those have stopped though, leaving only traces of agony. Another brush at his maxillary bone at the bottom of the same eyesocket however draws off the liquid that is still leaking from his skull. As he draws his hand back this time, he finds dark strings trailing to his fingertips in the motion that thin and separate only after his hand is inches away. His already labored breathing catches as he stares at the black ooze that has no shine. It seems to eat the light around it.
Too worn for panic to take hold, the alarm instead pinches his thoughts and hurries a search. He finds it leaking from his other orbit as well, and looking down... Oh god. Oh god..! The trails down his shirt are nothing to the puddle that splashed his legs and floor directly ahead of him as though it had been vomitted out from the inside of his skull and splattered everything decent.
He should...he should do something, find help, but the pain is still so overwhelming that all he can do is turn towards the elevator door as he shudders in disgust. He feels so tired... It is so hard to think....
He cannot call out for help as his vision dims towards darkness, merely rattle and drip...
And hope.