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A deep pounding added to the fogginess in Alix’s clouded mind. Damn, he struggled. His hands and legs were bounded to the metal chair with tough leather straps. His wrists were raw from his weak attempt to escape. He then came to a shocking realization. I can't see. Slowly the milky white film took from him his senses.
Quizet slid open the door. His gas mask gave him a look of alienness. "Hurry, take the body." His voice shook a little, but they were all scared so no one noticed. He breathed short and shallow, as if he were wary of the fog. The two men behind him grabbed Alix and half dragged him away. Quizet took another look around the room, before escaping to the world of warmth and light. He shut the door.
Alix looked up. It was them again. Time, Age, and Fate. Fate looked down tenderly at Alix. "Back so soon?" She had the voice of an old motherly widow, yet she shone with youth. Alix gazed up at her huge face. He could barely see it with the 30 ft. of distance between him, but he knew that she was smiling rays of sunshine. He shrugged. "A simple miscalculation, that's all."
Time snickered. "A miscalculation of what?"
"His Life." Age answered before Alix could speak. "Tell me, Death, why do you always go back?" His eyes were full of an overwhelming sorrow. The wrinkles at the edge of his eyes seemed to make him look older.
Alix felt the urge to answer, but instead he shook his head. "I must go back." He turned to go.
"Wait, Death, please!" But the old man's plea was immediately dismissed, and Alix was gone. "Wait, my son." He whispered.
Alix opened his eyes. Darkness, he thought, but not for long. A silent whisper swirled around him. Restore... The darkness gradually began to turn into tan ceiling tiles, moving ceiling tiles. His head was sore, and every so often he hit his head on the floor, which made it worse. He squinted against the dim light to glimpse at who was carrying him. Two people. One sprayed a horrid orange tan, the other... a more natural or born tan, almost Hispanic looking person. They were speaking back and forth in some other language.
Alix squinted his eyes, or maybe… Undeafen. Sound jumped into his ears, nearly making his ear burst. His heart was pounding loudly over their words. “…sir…dump…yes sir…leave…now…mud…bury…sea…” Wait a second. Bury at sea? Oh, dear. He felt himself get flung over something painful. Then he felt nothing.
Splash! Alix hit the cold water. He quickly began to unpoison himself. The water’s numbness melted away, and soon Alix could move again. He struggled to reach the surface, but then something grabbed his leg. He turned to look. Not something, but someone was there. “Mph?” The girl air bubbled a question. Alix stared at her for as long as he could, before his eyes began to sting from all the mud. He closed them and tried to swim away from her. The poor thing hung on, terrified.
Alix’s lungs began to burn from lack of air. He tried to separate her from him. She wouldn’t let go. Her large deer eyes were showing her life draining. Finally, he snapped. He whipped around and stole her life without thinking. Then he swam for dear life. The girl was frozen in her whimpering position, and her body began to drift back to the sky.
Alix broke the surface. He scanned as fast as he could while treading water. The ship he was thrown off of dumped him near a volcanic island. It looked as if it had just erupted. Villagers were still panicking in the water. The boat obviously thought that they could dump his body here, where another dead body would go unnoticed. He suddenly felt guilty.
A woman with dark flowing hair was screaming for her daughter, most likely the one now under the ocean. He could have helped her, but he didn’t. He felt disgusted with himself. The King of Darkness, Death had no reason for stealing her away, but he had. No, not Death, Alix. But weren’t they the same?
Suddenly a huge wave dragged several fishlike creatures over Alix’s head. When he brought his head above the water, he knew the answer to the question. No, they weren’t the same. Alix had a heart, he cared. Death? A lonely god who sits with the others, bored on their thrones, who only enjoyed bringing despair to the souls. Death, a young man with a stone heart, and Life...
Life, poor Life, the reason the whole world was dying. She had disappeared one day, left Death with no one to calm his mind. But she was still alive, otherwise there wouldn’t have been another generation of humans. Alix shook his head. Don’t even get me started on them, he thought. The island had cooled by then, and Alix followed the others back onto the burning rocks.
Quizet was laying on the deck of the research ship. As a scientist, he knew that sacrifices had to be made. But the poor cabin boy had just wanted to get to America, was that so bad? He lit up an old hickory pipe. Oh well, he sighed. The boy was caught trying to sneak aboard. They had promised he could stay if he did all they asked. And he did. They asked him to help with an experiment. And he did. Quizet smirked. And he died. Quizet lazily puffed the pipe for a while. At least they knew that all living things would soon fear him. You have to lose before you gain. He grinned, revealing black teeth, each sharpened to a point.
Quizet slid open the door. His gas mask gave him a look of alienness. "Hurry, take the body." His voice shook a little, but they were all scared so no one noticed. He breathed short and shallow, as if he were wary of the fog. The two men behind him grabbed Alix and half dragged him away. Quizet took another look around the room, before escaping to the world of warmth and light. He shut the door.
Alix looked up. It was them again. Time, Age, and Fate. Fate looked down tenderly at Alix. "Back so soon?" She had the voice of an old motherly widow, yet she shone with youth. Alix gazed up at her huge face. He could barely see it with the 30 ft. of distance between him, but he knew that she was smiling rays of sunshine. He shrugged. "A simple miscalculation, that's all."
Time snickered. "A miscalculation of what?"
"His Life." Age answered before Alix could speak. "Tell me, Death, why do you always go back?" His eyes were full of an overwhelming sorrow. The wrinkles at the edge of his eyes seemed to make him look older.
Alix felt the urge to answer, but instead he shook his head. "I must go back." He turned to go.
"Wait, Death, please!" But the old man's plea was immediately dismissed, and Alix was gone. "Wait, my son." He whispered.
Alix opened his eyes. Darkness, he thought, but not for long. A silent whisper swirled around him. Restore... The darkness gradually began to turn into tan ceiling tiles, moving ceiling tiles. His head was sore, and every so often he hit his head on the floor, which made it worse. He squinted against the dim light to glimpse at who was carrying him. Two people. One sprayed a horrid orange tan, the other... a more natural or born tan, almost Hispanic looking person. They were speaking back and forth in some other language.
Alix squinted his eyes, or maybe… Undeafen. Sound jumped into his ears, nearly making his ear burst. His heart was pounding loudly over their words. “…sir…dump…yes sir…leave…now…mud…bury…sea…” Wait a second. Bury at sea? Oh, dear. He felt himself get flung over something painful. Then he felt nothing.
Splash! Alix hit the cold water. He quickly began to unpoison himself. The water’s numbness melted away, and soon Alix could move again. He struggled to reach the surface, but then something grabbed his leg. He turned to look. Not something, but someone was there. “Mph?” The girl air bubbled a question. Alix stared at her for as long as he could, before his eyes began to sting from all the mud. He closed them and tried to swim away from her. The poor thing hung on, terrified.
Alix’s lungs began to burn from lack of air. He tried to separate her from him. She wouldn’t let go. Her large deer eyes were showing her life draining. Finally, he snapped. He whipped around and stole her life without thinking. Then he swam for dear life. The girl was frozen in her whimpering position, and her body began to drift back to the sky.
Alix broke the surface. He scanned as fast as he could while treading water. The ship he was thrown off of dumped him near a volcanic island. It looked as if it had just erupted. Villagers were still panicking in the water. The boat obviously thought that they could dump his body here, where another dead body would go unnoticed. He suddenly felt guilty.
A woman with dark flowing hair was screaming for her daughter, most likely the one now under the ocean. He could have helped her, but he didn’t. He felt disgusted with himself. The King of Darkness, Death had no reason for stealing her away, but he had. No, not Death, Alix. But weren’t they the same?
Suddenly a huge wave dragged several fishlike creatures over Alix’s head. When he brought his head above the water, he knew the answer to the question. No, they weren’t the same. Alix had a heart, he cared. Death? A lonely god who sits with the others, bored on their thrones, who only enjoyed bringing despair to the souls. Death, a young man with a stone heart, and Life...
Life, poor Life, the reason the whole world was dying. She had disappeared one day, left Death with no one to calm his mind. But she was still alive, otherwise there wouldn’t have been another generation of humans. Alix shook his head. Don’t even get me started on them, he thought. The island had cooled by then, and Alix followed the others back onto the burning rocks.
Quizet was laying on the deck of the research ship. As a scientist, he knew that sacrifices had to be made. But the poor cabin boy had just wanted to get to America, was that so bad? He lit up an old hickory pipe. Oh well, he sighed. The boy was caught trying to sneak aboard. They had promised he could stay if he did all they asked. And he did. They asked him to help with an experiment. And he did. Quizet smirked. And he died. Quizet lazily puffed the pipe for a while. At least they knew that all living things would soon fear him. You have to lose before you gain. He grinned, revealing black teeth, each sharpened to a point.