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#1  [S] Immaterial I wake up. Where am I? My head is throbbing with pain and I feel my leg lying in something wet and sticky. All is dark. I feel around with my arms, only to feel a searing pain running through my left shoulder. I'm half sitting, half lying down, leaned against a smooth wall. I stretch out the arm that doesn't hurt, and I feel a roof just above my head. The space can't be more than a meter high. What is this place? I'm getting a bit nervous. Have I been mugged? Kidnapped? What happened last night? I feel for my wallet or a lighter, I'm not sure which, but all the more to my surprise I find that I'm not wearing any pants. In fact, I'm bare naked. What is this? I'm not sure I want to, but I take a finger and feel the soggy mess at my leg, half expecting it to be blood as I smell it carefully. It's not blood, it's something else... Where did I smell this before? Now definitely scared, I start crawling as best I can with my aching shoulder, hoping to find something, even another wall so I can get a feeling for the room's (is it a room?) size. I crawl that way for a minute, ten minutes, an hour... Who knows how time passes? I encounter nothing, just the hard floor and roof whose height seems constant. Their surfaces are strange, I've never felt anything like it before; it's not slippery, yet I can feel no friction like you would with any other floor. It just is there. I'm pulled from my thoughts by a thin wheeze, coming from a distance. My heart takes a leap, whether from hope or fright I am not sure. The wheezing breath continues, and now I can discern a faint light—from the same source, it seems. It draws closer; in fact, it seems to be coming straight in my direction. I wait, struck numb by my nervousness. The carrier of the pale light seems old, I can hear the strenuous breathing as if they were carrying something heavy. They don't stop until they're but a few metres away from me. I can see an old man's face although the light, seemingly coming from himself, is dim. What I next see is breathtaking. As I try to make out the old man's body, I realize he's naked too, but his body—does it exist? I can't make out any shapes at all, it's not like anything I've ever seen before. His body seems completely amorphous, yet I somehow know it is, in fact, his naked body I'm looking at. The old man seems surprised to find me here. Or is it really surprise? It rather seems that he didn't expect to find anyone here, yet it's not an uncommon event. “Oh, it's you.” I try to talk, but there's something that stops me. I can't open my mouth. I feel my face and it's– gone? I don't have a mouth! “That's what you always say.” Huh? Could this man hear what I just thought? “I can.” The whole experience is mind-numbing, my ears are ringing. His voice is gentle, yet the volume of it seems to surpass all. I try to grasp the situation, and I realize that this man is my only hope of anything and everything. I will apparently have to pick up a telepathic conversation with him. “Have we met before?”, I ask. “Before? We always meet”, he says as he sits down, his legs crossed. “I don't think I've ever not met you.” To be continued Last edited by Rantzien; 06-02-2008 at 09:30 AM. |
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