Post by Shoni on Apr 5, 2016 20:51:28 GMT -5
“Hey there I am he, or maybe you are me, I guess together they make we. Wait, I don’t think that’s right. Or maybe it’s not wrong. Everything is so confusing; I can barely tell if I am awake or asleep. I think I’m asleep because I see pink clouds full of blue sparkles. Then again the floor isn’t made of lava this time so I can’t really be sure. Does that dragon usually show up with or without the unicorn? I can’t remember there are so many different ones.” These words fell from the mouth of a little boy who was laying among the clouds as he closed his eyes. He was young, barely 7 years old. On his head rested a purple knit stocking cap. The cap was covered in yellow stars and seemed to be making a desperate attempt to contain his messy brown hair. He wore a onesie that matched the hat.
Beating down on his face, the sun felt warm. Raising a hand to shield his eyes he slowly opened them. Quickly contracting, his pupils attempted to adjust to the increase in light. His eyes were an emerald green that faded into a sapphire blue; flecks of purple and gold were scattered among the transitioning blues and greens and seemed to make his eyes even more exotic. A large shadow soared over the small boy as an armored pixie soared over head followed by a flock of unusually large sparrows. “I don’t think either of those are mine.” He whined. The clouds began to shift and the boy could look down to the ground. The landscape was twisted in intricate maze like patterns. Rocky spires twisted back and forth creating mountains and valleys simultaneously. Small villages and cities dotted the twisting landscape. Looking down to the ground the boy yawned and a pink cloud escaped his mouth. “I don’t remember much of this. Naps I need more naps.”
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Cylinder shaped vats lined the far wall of a medium sized metal room. Each vat was filled with a green liquid. Lights positioned underneath the vats made the liquid shine brightly filling the room with a haunting green glow. The silence in the room was deafening, nothing moved except for a rat in the corner near the door. It nibbled on a small piece of cheese that it had dragged in from the outside. The rat gazed at the closest vat to him sniffing curiously. Suspended in the liquid was a small boy. His brown hair floated lazily around his head. An oxygen mask covered his face allowing him to breath. Each breath sent bubbles drifting up through the tank shifting the boy’s hair. A straight jacket restrained his arms tightly. The silence was suddenly broken by a sharp repeated beep emitting from a sensor near the door. As the door slid open the beeping stopped and a man walked in stuffing an ID card back into his pocket. His long greasy hair was tied back into a bun. A pair of glasses rested firmly on the tip of his nose. Their lenses began to fog up as steam rose from a cup of coffee that he held delicately in his left hand. With his free hand he pushed the spectacles further up his nose. Taking a seat at a desk, placed in the center of the room, the man set his coffee down in front of him. The clicking of keys replaced the returned silence. The man picked up his cup and tried to brush away a coffee ring that had formed on one of his folders. Taking a sip he stared at the computer in front of him. A green line rhythmically rose and dropped as it traveled across the screen showing the boys vital signs. Leaning forward the man rested his face in his palms. “How could one study be such a nightmare?” He thought to himself.
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Lights flickered of in the distance as chanting filled the air. The spring moonlight struggled to escape the thick cloud cover. Any moonbeams lucky enough to escape where stifled by the tree canopy that sheltered Konasuma village. Raindrops fell steadily onto the rooftops of the village. The path between each building had slowly begun to turn to mud and the rope bridges that swung between the higher houses began to collect water into puddles. Walking along the paths, Flint listened to the chanting villagers. They danced around their bonfires and made sacrifices to the nature that grew around them. It was the spring equinox, one of many important holidays in Konasuma village. A howl in the night told the villagers that the offerings they had left in the forest had been accepted. Small drops of water rolled down Flint’s face as it fell from his hair. The mud below his feet was beginning to collect on the bottom of his grey sneakers. Occasionally a few small drops would splatter onto his pant legs staining the dark blue denim that hugged his legs tightly. The rain had begun to soak into his olive drab canvas jacket causing it to feel heavier. A leather rucksack hung from his shoulders swaying slightly with each step he took. Reaching into his pocket he extracted a crumpled piece of paper. Slowly opening the folds he glanced at the address that had been quickly scrawled down. “I wish that woman would have taken more time to write this down.” He grumbled to himself. “I could have found her stupid cabin already. But no, now I’m soaking wet. Have I added her to the list yet?” The water in his clothes began to crystallize and stiffen. “Who would live here?”
Approaching one of the many bonfires he made his way through the dancing locals. Their masks were decorated in a vast array of patterns and bright colors. A man, whose mask was larger than the others, stepped forward and threw a powder into the flames. Vibrant green and blue flames erupted from within the scorching inferno, dying out as quickly as they had appeared. As the inferno changed color the chanting from the crowd grew into a deafening roar. The roaring flames could still be heard over the chanting. Warmth caressed Flint’s body and small streams of steam began to drift off of his clothes. Small rain drops still fell from the sky but they evaporated as they landed. The light seemed to dance whimsically on the villagers. Contrasting with his ice blue eyes, the red glow drew his focus. His breathing quickened and his vision became blurry. Frost clouds formed as he breathed and the scene around him seemed to shift. Snow flurries drifted in front of him and the crowd had disappeared. Fire illuminated the bodies that lay face down in the snow, ice spikes erupting from their prone figures. He felt coldness creeping up his legs and a figure, that looked very similar to Flint, slowly walked toward him. The figure was soaked in blood and laughing hysterically. Its smile seemed to reflect pure joy at the slaughter around him.
One of the villagers bumped into Flint, snapping him back to reality. His breathing was extremely fast and his hands were shaking. Reflexes taking over, Flint’s hand quickly shot out and grabbed the back of the villager’s skull. Frost formed over the villager’s vocal cords and his eyes solidified into icy orbs. The frost slowly spread throughout the dead man’s corpse until his body was no longer limp. Slowly calming down Flint stared blankly at the man as his breathing steadied. Releasing his grip, Flint retreated back into the night once again feeling the effects of the rain. “I need to finish this fast; it’s getting out of hand.” He said as he pulled the crumbled piece of paper from his pocket once again. “The ice shouldn’t melt for about thirty minutes so I should have some time to find this stupid cabin before they realize he is dead.”
Sighing with relief as the cabin became visible through the rain, Flint began to walk a little faster. Warm lights shined through the cabins window. As he stepped onto the cabin porch, some of the boards shifted making a loud creaking noise. The chanting from the bonfire changed to an alarmed scream. “Guess they figured it out.” He thought as he reached forward and pounded on the cabin door. “Are you home?”
Beating down on his face, the sun felt warm. Raising a hand to shield his eyes he slowly opened them. Quickly contracting, his pupils attempted to adjust to the increase in light. His eyes were an emerald green that faded into a sapphire blue; flecks of purple and gold were scattered among the transitioning blues and greens and seemed to make his eyes even more exotic. A large shadow soared over the small boy as an armored pixie soared over head followed by a flock of unusually large sparrows. “I don’t think either of those are mine.” He whined. The clouds began to shift and the boy could look down to the ground. The landscape was twisted in intricate maze like patterns. Rocky spires twisted back and forth creating mountains and valleys simultaneously. Small villages and cities dotted the twisting landscape. Looking down to the ground the boy yawned and a pink cloud escaped his mouth. “I don’t remember much of this. Naps I need more naps.”
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Cylinder shaped vats lined the far wall of a medium sized metal room. Each vat was filled with a green liquid. Lights positioned underneath the vats made the liquid shine brightly filling the room with a haunting green glow. The silence in the room was deafening, nothing moved except for a rat in the corner near the door. It nibbled on a small piece of cheese that it had dragged in from the outside. The rat gazed at the closest vat to him sniffing curiously. Suspended in the liquid was a small boy. His brown hair floated lazily around his head. An oxygen mask covered his face allowing him to breath. Each breath sent bubbles drifting up through the tank shifting the boy’s hair. A straight jacket restrained his arms tightly. The silence was suddenly broken by a sharp repeated beep emitting from a sensor near the door. As the door slid open the beeping stopped and a man walked in stuffing an ID card back into his pocket. His long greasy hair was tied back into a bun. A pair of glasses rested firmly on the tip of his nose. Their lenses began to fog up as steam rose from a cup of coffee that he held delicately in his left hand. With his free hand he pushed the spectacles further up his nose. Taking a seat at a desk, placed in the center of the room, the man set his coffee down in front of him. The clicking of keys replaced the returned silence. The man picked up his cup and tried to brush away a coffee ring that had formed on one of his folders. Taking a sip he stared at the computer in front of him. A green line rhythmically rose and dropped as it traveled across the screen showing the boys vital signs. Leaning forward the man rested his face in his palms. “How could one study be such a nightmare?” He thought to himself.
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Lights flickered of in the distance as chanting filled the air. The spring moonlight struggled to escape the thick cloud cover. Any moonbeams lucky enough to escape where stifled by the tree canopy that sheltered Konasuma village. Raindrops fell steadily onto the rooftops of the village. The path between each building had slowly begun to turn to mud and the rope bridges that swung between the higher houses began to collect water into puddles. Walking along the paths, Flint listened to the chanting villagers. They danced around their bonfires and made sacrifices to the nature that grew around them. It was the spring equinox, one of many important holidays in Konasuma village. A howl in the night told the villagers that the offerings they had left in the forest had been accepted. Small drops of water rolled down Flint’s face as it fell from his hair. The mud below his feet was beginning to collect on the bottom of his grey sneakers. Occasionally a few small drops would splatter onto his pant legs staining the dark blue denim that hugged his legs tightly. The rain had begun to soak into his olive drab canvas jacket causing it to feel heavier. A leather rucksack hung from his shoulders swaying slightly with each step he took. Reaching into his pocket he extracted a crumpled piece of paper. Slowly opening the folds he glanced at the address that had been quickly scrawled down. “I wish that woman would have taken more time to write this down.” He grumbled to himself. “I could have found her stupid cabin already. But no, now I’m soaking wet. Have I added her to the list yet?” The water in his clothes began to crystallize and stiffen. “Who would live here?”
Approaching one of the many bonfires he made his way through the dancing locals. Their masks were decorated in a vast array of patterns and bright colors. A man, whose mask was larger than the others, stepped forward and threw a powder into the flames. Vibrant green and blue flames erupted from within the scorching inferno, dying out as quickly as they had appeared. As the inferno changed color the chanting from the crowd grew into a deafening roar. The roaring flames could still be heard over the chanting. Warmth caressed Flint’s body and small streams of steam began to drift off of his clothes. Small rain drops still fell from the sky but they evaporated as they landed. The light seemed to dance whimsically on the villagers. Contrasting with his ice blue eyes, the red glow drew his focus. His breathing quickened and his vision became blurry. Frost clouds formed as he breathed and the scene around him seemed to shift. Snow flurries drifted in front of him and the crowd had disappeared. Fire illuminated the bodies that lay face down in the snow, ice spikes erupting from their prone figures. He felt coldness creeping up his legs and a figure, that looked very similar to Flint, slowly walked toward him. The figure was soaked in blood and laughing hysterically. Its smile seemed to reflect pure joy at the slaughter around him.
One of the villagers bumped into Flint, snapping him back to reality. His breathing was extremely fast and his hands were shaking. Reflexes taking over, Flint’s hand quickly shot out and grabbed the back of the villager’s skull. Frost formed over the villager’s vocal cords and his eyes solidified into icy orbs. The frost slowly spread throughout the dead man’s corpse until his body was no longer limp. Slowly calming down Flint stared blankly at the man as his breathing steadied. Releasing his grip, Flint retreated back into the night once again feeling the effects of the rain. “I need to finish this fast; it’s getting out of hand.” He said as he pulled the crumbled piece of paper from his pocket once again. “The ice shouldn’t melt for about thirty minutes so I should have some time to find this stupid cabin before they realize he is dead.”
Sighing with relief as the cabin became visible through the rain, Flint began to walk a little faster. Warm lights shined through the cabins window. As he stepped onto the cabin porch, some of the boards shifted making a loud creaking noise. The chanting from the bonfire changed to an alarmed scream. “Guess they figured it out.” He thought as he reached forward and pounded on the cabin door. “Are you home?”