Aphotic Stygian; D2; WIP
Jan 14, 2017 22:01:16 GMT -5
Post by * on Jan 14, 2017 22:01:16 GMT -5
 Aphotic Stygian District 2 17 Trickling teases my senses. It pulls me into a waking world of darkness. "Who... what's going on?" I creak out through the harsh, cracking voice of my own. It doesn't even sound like my own. Bones crack and muscles scream with each movement that I try to relay onto the rest of my body and slowly, something catches my breath. "Don't move." A gruff voice enters the drums of my beating heart. "Let him see what's going on." Another quaint voice clammers out between shaking vocals. Tearing away at the bondages, I find myself in a battle of muscles against mass and a knee thrusts against my fingers. The assault isn't overwith yet. No. It's only began. "You think because you are well liked, that you don't have enemies? Just because you think you look good, does that mean you don't have flaws?" Fear resides in my heart. My heart hammers against my rib cage threatening to break through if I can't rescue myself. "Try this... to be imperfect. A flaw for your fans, Aphid my boy." A heinous and revolting smell attacks my nose and my flesh begins to rot. An excrutiating pain courses through my right arm and soon enough my assailants have disappeared. A metal tube of light shoots toward my body giving me light for the first time in hours. I scramble for it - almost savagely crawling for it with my nails digging into the surface of the floor. Echoes leave me feeling alone and desperate for an escape. I pick myself up, cradle my arm and let the circle of light lead me home. It's all in fun and games. This isn't the first time nor will it be my last. |
