Auman
09-03-2007, 09:40
I've been hearing that same sound for weeks. The constant dripping, tapping, coughing, creaking, squealing, crashing, booming, killing, sound. I can't see. Where am I? What happened? Who am I? I can't move, god, I can't move! I choke, three times a day I'm choking...I can't breathe. My arms, they're sore, they've been stabbed, sawed at, the pain is easy to take.
My eyes are rolling around in my skull. I'm looking, but I cannot see. My chest is constricted, something keeps rubbing against it...it feels like sand paper, it tears. My back is tight. My legs feel like they're rotting off. I cannot move, Iam confined...tied down.
I can hear something, something new. It's like music, the only thing I've heard that wasn't miserable, what is it? I need to know. I'm struggling, trying to move. I'm thrashing. More crashing, more booming...I can't stand it. Why am I here?
The sound, it returns...I can't understand what I'm hearing. I like it. I want to see what it is, but I don't know how to look.
Something is peeling...It burns! My skin burns! I can't help but flinch, it hurts too bad. I hear a crash, what happened? The peeling returns and I suffer. The sound, the sweetness of it, so comforting...I feel something soft brushing my hair, comforting, consoling, caring.
Cruel! My flesh is melting as they peel it, why would they do this to me? My paranoia ebbs and flows as my mind darts, looking for a culprit. Who would do this? It was obviously the Shadowmen, the bastards did this...I could see them now, in their oceans. Flipping, flitting, flying, bastards that I loathe, my contempt for them is epic and inexplicable. I cannot fathom, what they truly are...they are formless, as am I. I will never know what they are, I know I will die by the end of this excersize. My body is destroyed.
Booming, tapping, chortling sounds. So close now...I can hear so clearly, I must be travelling. My unconcious is moving me toward the edge of clarity and my physical self is crawling, slowly, towards the sweet, silent, sound of freedom.
I fall, it's a different feeling...it hurts, but is relieving, my body feels limber now. The burning, peeling, pain is gone. My arms lash out like tendrils, searching for something to attack...to clasp...to hold...to pull, to drag myself away. My legs are worthless, they are rotten nubs.
I hear that sweet, sweet, sound once more...it's irratic, I love it. Iam seized again and the peeling returns, now around my head and ears...oh god, their tearing my ears off!
Suddenly, I can see...but am blinded, I don't know how to explain it, it's the opposite...I hate it, so bright...
'We should have waited longer...'
What was this?
'Under perfect conditions I would agree.'
That voice before, the first one...
'He'll be too traumatized to be of value to us, he was removed from the tank too early.'
Yes, that one...it was so familiar, so sweet to my ears. Is this the thing that had kept me alive for so long?
'Don't be daft, woman. He will be able to do everything you want him to do.'
My eyes are sealed shut, I try to open them but I fail. I struggle to open them and soon, the unyielding muck that had developed in the slits of my eyelids broke loose...I saw...
Oh my god, what was I seeing? It was a haze, but I could see more people...is this what I look like? I was completely wrong...I try to express myself, my mouth opens and shuts rapidly...I try to form words but nothing comes out but slurred squeals and moans. How do I talk like these people Iam seeing?
The people in front of me look so different from one another...my eyes feast on them, I draw in everything I can from my surroundings. There are so many shapes...
I feel fatigued, my eyes shut on their own and I return to my mind...my dreams are wild, frenzied. Iam seeing things that I have never thought to see before. They are vivid sights. I know instinctively what they are: Pistols, Rifles, Bombs, Tanks, Striders, Hoppers, Fighters, Interceptors, Gorgon, Zemel'Caine, Hellespontos, Eldar...I can kill an Orc with my barehands from any fighting position.
In my mind's eye I see a vast, red, landscape pocked with craters, in my hands I'm holding an entrenching tool. I look around, men in red are digging. I too begin to dig. I have dug a hole, but it's not enough. I dig a little deeper, at a slant...from there I clear dirt and form an underground shelter...I have built a foxhole.
What's a fox?
Now, I remember...It's red. Everything is so red. Red as our lifeblood, I must covet it. I must claim it.
I see, now, something. A man, I can't make him out from so far away...He is fighting. He is surrounded. I run to help him, but the closer I get the further he seems to be. There are hordes of them. Eldar. I hate them so much, thank god this man is killing so many. I run faster so that I might join the fight. I draw Tolst and scream with rage and frustration, this man is courageous, he mustn't die alone.
I get closer, finally and not through lack of trying. I'm running, Eldar turn to me with their Shuriken Catapults, I kill them with my blade. I keep cutting, slashing, stabbing, punching, biting, killing. I have to find this man, I have to help him.
I get to the center of the melee and he cannot be found. I'm in too deep, I must keep fighting...may'be he's been killed? Oh no, what a waste...
I fight as though I'm possessed. I keep killing and finally there are none left. They've all died...I hate them. I look for the body of the man I had tried to save. I find him, he's dead...so dead, they broke him. I hate them. His face is so calm, I've never imagined such clarity. Rain begins to fall. Craters fill up with water. I throw the man over my shoulder, I don't know why. I carry his corpse to my foxhole and lay him out on the ground.
The more I look at his face the more familiar Iam...this is Zemel'Caine. He was such a hero, I admire him.
The rain stops. I hear a drip, it's so clear, so pure, so resounding...I think about it for a moment.
My eyes are rolling around in my skull. I'm looking, but I cannot see. My chest is constricted, something keeps rubbing against it...it feels like sand paper, it tears. My back is tight. My legs feel like they're rotting off. I cannot move, Iam confined...tied down.
I can hear something, something new. It's like music, the only thing I've heard that wasn't miserable, what is it? I need to know. I'm struggling, trying to move. I'm thrashing. More crashing, more booming...I can't stand it. Why am I here?
The sound, it returns...I can't understand what I'm hearing. I like it. I want to see what it is, but I don't know how to look.
Something is peeling...It burns! My skin burns! I can't help but flinch, it hurts too bad. I hear a crash, what happened? The peeling returns and I suffer. The sound, the sweetness of it, so comforting...I feel something soft brushing my hair, comforting, consoling, caring.
Cruel! My flesh is melting as they peel it, why would they do this to me? My paranoia ebbs and flows as my mind darts, looking for a culprit. Who would do this? It was obviously the Shadowmen, the bastards did this...I could see them now, in their oceans. Flipping, flitting, flying, bastards that I loathe, my contempt for them is epic and inexplicable. I cannot fathom, what they truly are...they are formless, as am I. I will never know what they are, I know I will die by the end of this excersize. My body is destroyed.
Booming, tapping, chortling sounds. So close now...I can hear so clearly, I must be travelling. My unconcious is moving me toward the edge of clarity and my physical self is crawling, slowly, towards the sweet, silent, sound of freedom.
I fall, it's a different feeling...it hurts, but is relieving, my body feels limber now. The burning, peeling, pain is gone. My arms lash out like tendrils, searching for something to attack...to clasp...to hold...to pull, to drag myself away. My legs are worthless, they are rotten nubs.
I hear that sweet, sweet, sound once more...it's irratic, I love it. Iam seized again and the peeling returns, now around my head and ears...oh god, their tearing my ears off!
Suddenly, I can see...but am blinded, I don't know how to explain it, it's the opposite...I hate it, so bright...
'We should have waited longer...'
What was this?
'Under perfect conditions I would agree.'
That voice before, the first one...
'He'll be too traumatized to be of value to us, he was removed from the tank too early.'
Yes, that one...it was so familiar, so sweet to my ears. Is this the thing that had kept me alive for so long?
'Don't be daft, woman. He will be able to do everything you want him to do.'
My eyes are sealed shut, I try to open them but I fail. I struggle to open them and soon, the unyielding muck that had developed in the slits of my eyelids broke loose...I saw...
Oh my god, what was I seeing? It was a haze, but I could see more people...is this what I look like? I was completely wrong...I try to express myself, my mouth opens and shuts rapidly...I try to form words but nothing comes out but slurred squeals and moans. How do I talk like these people Iam seeing?
The people in front of me look so different from one another...my eyes feast on them, I draw in everything I can from my surroundings. There are so many shapes...
I feel fatigued, my eyes shut on their own and I return to my mind...my dreams are wild, frenzied. Iam seeing things that I have never thought to see before. They are vivid sights. I know instinctively what they are: Pistols, Rifles, Bombs, Tanks, Striders, Hoppers, Fighters, Interceptors, Gorgon, Zemel'Caine, Hellespontos, Eldar...I can kill an Orc with my barehands from any fighting position.
In my mind's eye I see a vast, red, landscape pocked with craters, in my hands I'm holding an entrenching tool. I look around, men in red are digging. I too begin to dig. I have dug a hole, but it's not enough. I dig a little deeper, at a slant...from there I clear dirt and form an underground shelter...I have built a foxhole.
What's a fox?
Now, I remember...It's red. Everything is so red. Red as our lifeblood, I must covet it. I must claim it.
I see, now, something. A man, I can't make him out from so far away...He is fighting. He is surrounded. I run to help him, but the closer I get the further he seems to be. There are hordes of them. Eldar. I hate them so much, thank god this man is killing so many. I run faster so that I might join the fight. I draw Tolst and scream with rage and frustration, this man is courageous, he mustn't die alone.
I get closer, finally and not through lack of trying. I'm running, Eldar turn to me with their Shuriken Catapults, I kill them with my blade. I keep cutting, slashing, stabbing, punching, biting, killing. I have to find this man, I have to help him.
I get to the center of the melee and he cannot be found. I'm in too deep, I must keep fighting...may'be he's been killed? Oh no, what a waste...
I fight as though I'm possessed. I keep killing and finally there are none left. They've all died...I hate them. I look for the body of the man I had tried to save. I find him, he's dead...so dead, they broke him. I hate them. His face is so calm, I've never imagined such clarity. Rain begins to fall. Craters fill up with water. I throw the man over my shoulder, I don't know why. I carry his corpse to my foxhole and lay him out on the ground.
The more I look at his face the more familiar Iam...this is Zemel'Caine. He was such a hero, I admire him.
The rain stops. I hear a drip, it's so clear, so pure, so resounding...I think about it for a moment.