Less of Self, More of Me

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Tingly would be the best way to describe how he felt. Lying on the ground, he recounted what had just occurred over and over in his mind. At least, it felt like the ground; it was kind of wet. Straining to open his eyes, he sees the hint of fluid in the dim light. Oh, it’s my blood…heh. Before he could think of what to do next to revert this catastrophe, he feels something slide up his back. A quick stab of pain, and then he felt the worst thing in the world… nothing. Spine now shattered, all he could do was stare straight ahead as he lie dieing on the ground. The sickly gray goop of putty slid in front of him, but instead of a putty forming, a face began to form in the matter. His face. Overwhelmed with shock, eyes welling up with tears, all he could get out was a gurgle before the putty formed a series of urchin-like needles, finishing his short life in an instant.

But it was not the end.

Everything was dark. It didn’t really feel like falling, more like…floating on water. A prick on his shoulder. Pain. Something recently happened. ...Pain? I can feel! I must have…lived?

You are not dead.

I can’t have moved on to an afterlife… who are—

You will be silent now.

But I don’t understand, how can I be alive wh—a beep, and his mind felt like jelly. Sleep came quickly, but before he succumbed, all he heard was…

Begin the procedure. He is perfect for the change.

CheeseShaman posted 12:14 PM

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2 comments

2 Comments:

Mwahaha! A new story!

Who is this man, and why was he in combat with putties?

Questions that will be answered in a segment called...

Less of Self, More of Me

By CheeseShaman, at 12:22 PM

and I have comments. ^_^

Thanks for the help PB.

By CheeseShaman, at 10:43 AM