Post by Farrelei on May 20, 2008 21:36:04 GMT 10
((Continuing on from Chapter 6))
His head slowly began to pound as the pain took over once again.
The first two things that went through Jeremy’s mind were, first, the time that had passed (for he could tell it had been an extremely long sleep), and second, the confusion as to why he was thinking at all.
He could notice thoughts flowing through his mind, but he couldn’t feel anything else. It was an oddly horrible feeling, and Jeremy could do nothing but experience it…
After about half an hour of the half-feeling, Jeremy felt a slight tingle in what felt like his big toe. That tingle, like a stream of blood, spread and spread, and soon the tingle became a terrible burning feeling and soon enough it covered his entire body, and his fingers spasmed, clenched and unclenched. Jeremy couldn’t control his limbs or use any of his senses, he could just tell they were there.
This kept happening for a number of minutes more, until at one point, Jeremy thought he could hear a noise. The noises grew and grew until they felt too loud for him to comprehend.
But he gradually got used to them, and then his mind began forming images of the sounds, and voices he was hearing.
His eyes began to flutter, and the tingling feeling began dwindling until he finally could feel just that. Feeling.
Jeremy felt normal, but everything was an odd silence. He was scared of opening his eyes. Was death not enough? Was he stuck back in the same, mocking reality? Or was this death?
He didn’t want to know what would happen if he opened his eyes.
Suddenly, through his estranged senses, he heard something. No, he heard someone.
“Ze-eeeeeee”
What? He thought
“Ze-eeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Who’s there?
“Ze-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
This time, Jeremy opened his eyes.
And saw the oldest man he had ever seen, sitting right in front of him, staring back at Jeremy with his large, cow-like eyes and wrinkled complexion.
“Ze-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” he droned, this time louder then before.
“Wha-“ began Jeremy, but didn’t finish his sentence.
The old figure turned around and nodded in the opposite direction to Jeremy, but Jeremy could still only see his head resting above his own.
“Ze-ze-eeer?” he asked
“I don’t understand…” replied Jeremy firmly.
Suddenly, Jeremy heard gasping coming from the other sides of him.
Jeremy raised himself up, and instead of being home, or in any place reomately sane or real, Jeremy was in what seemed like a dome made from hard buffalo skins. And this old man in front of him was only wearing a robe-like skin around his waist. All the other men that were gasping were wearing less, and in some cases, nothing at all.
Jeremy gasped back at them, and they gasped in return.
And the old man leaned closer to Jeremy, a look of horror across his face.
“Zernen”
His head slowly began to pound as the pain took over once again.
The first two things that went through Jeremy’s mind were, first, the time that had passed (for he could tell it had been an extremely long sleep), and second, the confusion as to why he was thinking at all.
He could notice thoughts flowing through his mind, but he couldn’t feel anything else. It was an oddly horrible feeling, and Jeremy could do nothing but experience it…
After about half an hour of the half-feeling, Jeremy felt a slight tingle in what felt like his big toe. That tingle, like a stream of blood, spread and spread, and soon the tingle became a terrible burning feeling and soon enough it covered his entire body, and his fingers spasmed, clenched and unclenched. Jeremy couldn’t control his limbs or use any of his senses, he could just tell they were there.
This kept happening for a number of minutes more, until at one point, Jeremy thought he could hear a noise. The noises grew and grew until they felt too loud for him to comprehend.
But he gradually got used to them, and then his mind began forming images of the sounds, and voices he was hearing.
His eyes began to flutter, and the tingling feeling began dwindling until he finally could feel just that. Feeling.
Jeremy felt normal, but everything was an odd silence. He was scared of opening his eyes. Was death not enough? Was he stuck back in the same, mocking reality? Or was this death?
He didn’t want to know what would happen if he opened his eyes.
Suddenly, through his estranged senses, he heard something. No, he heard someone.
“Ze-eeeeeee”
What? He thought
“Ze-eeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Who’s there?
“Ze-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
This time, Jeremy opened his eyes.
And saw the oldest man he had ever seen, sitting right in front of him, staring back at Jeremy with his large, cow-like eyes and wrinkled complexion.
“Ze-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” he droned, this time louder then before.
“Wha-“ began Jeremy, but didn’t finish his sentence.
The old figure turned around and nodded in the opposite direction to Jeremy, but Jeremy could still only see his head resting above his own.
“Ze-ze-eeer?” he asked
“I don’t understand…” replied Jeremy firmly.
Suddenly, Jeremy heard gasping coming from the other sides of him.
Jeremy raised himself up, and instead of being home, or in any place reomately sane or real, Jeremy was in what seemed like a dome made from hard buffalo skins. And this old man in front of him was only wearing a robe-like skin around his waist. All the other men that were gasping were wearing less, and in some cases, nothing at all.
Jeremy gasped back at them, and they gasped in return.
And the old man leaned closer to Jeremy, a look of horror across his face.
“Zernen”