by Tediz » Sun Feb 08, 2009 10:58 am
Gunther leaned more on Wisp, laughing very loudly. It was a border line cackle. "Chur' funneh...." Carter looked at him for just a moment, then turned to Drake. "I left all my weapons in the dirt."
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Rokhan finally figured it out, obtaining what he was trying to do. He pressed the 'call' button, and put the phone to his ear, trying to call Siete. "... Boss mon."
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When John awoke, his head felt dizzy. He was sweating, coughing, and felt like he may have a fever. Before he could see anything behind the blinding white light, he felt something cold around his arms. He tried to move them, but failed as he realized they were being held down by some sort of metal at his sides. He also tried to move his feet, but felt the same sort of Clammy metal. Other than that, the only thing he could feel was a rough wood underneath him, and some sort of strange prickling sensation on his chest. He tried to hear something, anything. All he heard was the sound of crying babies.
"Good evening John."
After a couple of seconds, his vision slightly returned. It was blurry, but he could make out his body. He was laid out in nothing but Boxers, in what appeared to be some sort of Crib. Not any kind of Crib he had ever seen though. The glass walls were filled with cracks, and instead of a soft, gentle fabric, he made out the color of a dull, splintery brown. He saw that his arms and legs were under some sort of metal clamp. That was all he could see besides some sort of black bird sitting on his chest, and utter Darkness beyond the Crib. It was all very, very blurry to him.
"I... Hello?"
"Good evening, John."
"Who... *Ugh*... Who's there?"
"Only me."
It took a minute for John to realize the sound was coming from the bird. He sighed, laying his head back and looked up into the Darkness beyond the Crib, listening to the sound of the babies. "****... I need to stop eating before bed. This is a weird dream."
"Dream?"
"Yes.... Dream. What is this place suppose to be?"
"This is no dream, John. And I do believe you know this place."
"Oh, do I? Were is this?"
"This is the place your Mother died. You laid in this crib, as all the antibiotics and painkillers failed. This is the Crib you laid in as your Mother screamed bloody murder in the other room, dying because of you."
John raised his head up quickly, eyes straining at the bird. "... My Mother died of something else. Some kind of sickness, not child birth. Dad told me so."
He could make out the Crow nodding. "Ah, yes he did. But do you REALLY believe that John? You've always known back in your mind that it was Child Birth. You know your Dad lied to you to make you feel better. Why lie to yourself, John?"
John still had a headache, but his vision was getting better. He looked at the bird. He could now tell it was a Crow, with burning red eyes.
"I... Why am I talking to you? This is just a dream."
"No, John. No it's not. I can assure you, this is very, very real... And now if you'll excuse me, there seems to be a bit of a family reunion for you to catch up on."
John barley had time to say what before the Crow flew off his chest into the Darkness above. He started to freak out just a little bit, now pulling at the Cuffs that held him down. He very, very much wanted to wake up before this dream got any stranger. The crying of the babies was getting louder. He tried to pull, but it did not work. He was bound tight. The babies cried, louder and louder, and then all at once stop. "John..."
It was a sad, miserable voice of a lady.
He pulled hard at the Cuffs again."Go away!"
"John..."
"I said go away! Get out of here!"
"John... You left me to the Ants, John. You let them throw my body away to the dirt. Why, John. Why?"
"I said get out of here! Get out of my head! Let me wake up!"
"Oh, John. Oh John. You already know this isn't a dream John... You were my baby. The only thing left in life that mattered to me. I just wanted to see you as my baby, John... Just wanted to lay you down in my Crib. Why did you take my life from me, John? Why...?"
John's eyes were now very large. He started to pull at the Cuffs. Violently. He started to kick his arms and legs, only hurting himself as the splinters below went into him. The fact that he could feel pain made him start to panic even more.
"Why, John? Why?"
He started to sweat more, pulling harder and harder. He jumped up as he felt something soft drift by him. Looking down, he saw that there was a baby bib now around his neck. It was stained with blood.
"Just wanted to see my baby, John... You threw me to the Ants."
He spoke loudly, stuttering. "I sa-said to leave me alone! Let me wake up!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. John, there is no dream. Only the illusion of you thinking it is one. You threw me to the Ants as a baby, John. I'm about to throw them back at you...."
John looked up, as he saw a baby's bottle come down from the Darkness. It fell on his chest. He looked at it for a moment, as the crying of the babies resumed. He didn't quite understand what was happening... And then the bottle rose up, hovering in the air. It stayed there for a moment, and then flew at John. It rammed itself into his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but some sort of duct tape seemed to come from nowhere and tape itself around, binding it to him. He started to scream, but his voice was reduced to a small whimper when he saw the inside of the bottle. It was completely filled with very large, bright red, Fire Ants. He suddenly became afraid to move. Afraid to blink. Afraid to breathe.
"John, my little baby........ I hope you choke on the things."
His eyes now practically popped out of his head, watching in horror as the Ants all turned, and started to crawl towards his mouth. He yelled out in complete terror, but his voice was muffled by the tape. He started to move everything, becoming scratched up and clawed up by both the Cuffs and the Splinters beneath him. The babies around him now also cried out, louder than ever. As the Ants reached his mouth, his scream of fear was loud enough to be heard through the tape.
In the distance, a Scarecrow watched with pen and paper, taking notes on the Humans behavior to fear.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers; for thereby some have entertained angels unawares - Hebrews 13:2