Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 15, 2011 13:29:35 GMT -5
A man ran down the back alleys of the Labyrinth... Looking over his shoulder every now and again for signs of his pursuer... Fear lingered in his eyes and roamed on his scent...
"HELP!" he screamed... clutching a clean sliced wound on his side... His words being those of a wounded animal... Pushing forwards he gave no concern for the direction he was travelling or where he was headed... He just needed to get away... Away from that mist that had wounded him...
He ran into someones back... He fell to the floor and looked up at the figure whom he had burst into... The figure turned around... And the man let out a bloodcurdling scream... It was no-one else but himself... Albeit decrepit and seemingly rotting... Getting up and running around the apparition of his own death... The man turned a corner only to be grabbed by hands from the shadows...
Suddenly he was roughly pushed against a wall... Squirming for his life...
"Stay still!" the voice of the young man, wearing black and red clothing growled and the man receded, calming down, the world became much less fearful and he felt safer now that he wasn't alone "I... I saw... I saw myself b-but... d-dead..." he stuttered "It was just an illusion!" the man growled, silencing the figure he held before him... The held man unaware of the danger that he currently faced, as the red mist turned the corner along with a teenager with mismatched colored eyes...
"It was but an illusion..." the teen whispered, his voice dripping menace, evil but most of all, authority "But the reality is much, much worse..." suddenly the young man who'd been holding the stranger up let go, and bowed to the teen who now held a knife "He's all yours Jack" he said before backing away, Jack smiled and grabbed the man, who was now once again screaming for his life, by the throat and held the knife to his neck...
"Help! HELP! HEEEEEEEELP!
Suddenly, everything went quiet... Save for the dripping blood coming from the Jack's knife...
"Soon..." he whispered...
"Soon they will come, once again..."
"HELP!" he screamed... clutching a clean sliced wound on his side... His words being those of a wounded animal... Pushing forwards he gave no concern for the direction he was travelling or where he was headed... He just needed to get away... Away from that mist that had wounded him...
He ran into someones back... He fell to the floor and looked up at the figure whom he had burst into... The figure turned around... And the man let out a bloodcurdling scream... It was no-one else but himself... Albeit decrepit and seemingly rotting... Getting up and running around the apparition of his own death... The man turned a corner only to be grabbed by hands from the shadows...
Suddenly he was roughly pushed against a wall... Squirming for his life...
"Stay still!" the voice of the young man, wearing black and red clothing growled and the man receded, calming down, the world became much less fearful and he felt safer now that he wasn't alone "I... I saw... I saw myself b-but... d-dead..." he stuttered "It was just an illusion!" the man growled, silencing the figure he held before him... The held man unaware of the danger that he currently faced, as the red mist turned the corner along with a teenager with mismatched colored eyes...
"It was but an illusion..." the teen whispered, his voice dripping menace, evil but most of all, authority "But the reality is much, much worse..." suddenly the young man who'd been holding the stranger up let go, and bowed to the teen who now held a knife "He's all yours Jack" he said before backing away, Jack smiled and grabbed the man, who was now once again screaming for his life, by the throat and held the knife to his neck...
"Help! HELP! HEEEEEEEELP!
Suddenly, everything went quiet... Save for the dripping blood coming from the Jack's knife...
"Soon..." he whispered...
"Soon they will come, once again..."