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Single Author Stories /
« on: June 22, 2005, 11:29:01 pm »
Moogie: Thank you. I will.

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Seanir looked down on his hands wrapped around the thief\'s neck. His hands again... Yes, there had been other times, there had been other throats, but it was always the same. For every second that passed the pain in Seanir\'s head grew stronger. He was aware, he was focused and he was alive. He knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. For one moment he thought clearly, and he remembered, so he let go. It was not an act of compassion, it was not to spare the man\'s life, it was because he knew he would be better off without that which the looter had taken.

Seanir slumped down in front of the man that lay gasping for air. Seanir smelled blood, his own blood. It was trickling down from his side, but he felt no pain other than that which threatened to make his head explode.

\"Kill me\", Seanir urged the man, his voice calm.

\"Hell, I\'m not gonna...\", the man said and got to his feet as swiftly as he could. \"You\'re crazy...\"

\"Then run!\" Seanir roared and pounced at the man like a predator. Whatever sanity that he had gained escaped him, and nothing was left but the instinct. And the pain.

His prey was happy to oblige and it got out of the way and started running down the tunnel. It cried out for help, but the words had no meaning to him. He followed it, but his legs soon felt like lead and every step was harder than the next. His strenght was slowly leaving his body through the hole in his side.

He fell in the middle of a step, and at last, the pain was gone.

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Single Author Stories /
« on: June 21, 2005, 07:21:45 pm »
\"Hey! There\'s another one!\"

Seanir did not recognize the words at first. At first they had no meaning. He was lost in darkness, and at peace. He heard sounds, coming closer, but he did not care. He was nothing. He was dead and cold. Only... he felt warm.

Then he felt the pain.

Doubt found it\'s way down through the intricate mazes of his mind. Was he really dead? He felt hands going through his clothes, searching for something. Finding something. Instinctivly he lashed out and grabbed one of the looter\'s limbs. He heard a startled scream of fear - or was it two? The world instantly became real, and as his focus increased, so did the pain.

He was not dead, he was lying down on a bed of stone. Slowly he opened his eyes. The arm he was holding was soft and pink, and it\'s hand was clenched around something. Something... of his? Seanir stared at it, trying to see through the flesh, blood and bone if only he concentrated enough.

\"Uh... Sorry lad... I thought you were dead\" the voice said from above Seanir\'s field of view, but he just kept his eyes fixed on the hand. He tried pressing harder to make the hand drop what was in it, but it seemed to have no effect.

\"Do you... want me to drop it?\" the voice said carefully.

\"Yes\", another voice said; a harsh and grinding voice.

\"All right. Let\'s do it like this\", the first voice said. \"I\'ll let go of this thing and you\'ll let go of me. Deal?\"

\"No\", the other voice said, and Seanir now identified it as his own. Why \"no\" had been such a given answer he was not sure of. It felt important somehow to hold on to this arm.

\"Hey! If you don\'t let go of me, I\'ll chop that arm off!\" the first voice said angryly.

\"I thought so to\", Seanir said and finally looked up at the face of the looter. He could see him clearly in the dark. It was a face like any other.

\"W...wha..?\" the man said confused. \"Are you crazy? Let go of me!\" The man started struggling against Seanir\'s grip and Seanir let go. The man fell backwards into the dirty water of... of what? It was some kind of man-made tunnel. Slowly Seanir rose to his feet and examined the wall closely. It was real.

\"I thought I was dead\", Seanir said with his back turned to the man and he heard his muttering as he got up from the water.

\"You know, you do look like a corpse\", the man said, trying quite unsucsessfully to brush off the filth from the water. Seanir turned to the man, but said nothing. There was something calling to him, urging him to focus. Yes... this man had something that belonged to him; It was something that mattered. Seanir\'s eyes darkened.

That was the only warning that the man got.

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Single Author Stories / Surge
« on: June 20, 2005, 07:23:47 am »
Seanir looked at his hands; his twisted black fingers riddled with veins slowly pumping the fluids of life. Would he fade and become one with the void again? No. He was real.

A blazing pain was spreading quickly through and into the deepest recesses of his head and he curled up and clawed his dark, greasy hair trying desperatly to get rid of it. Then he remembered: It never went away.

He was lying down on his side upon a bed of flat stone. The stone was warm. Had he warmed it or had it been warm in the first place? It was an interesting question, and one that he gave deep thought to as he slowly rolled over to his back. There the stone was cold, so he drew the conclusion that temperatures varied depending on where he decided to rest.

Yes... Rest... Had he slept? Did the pain go away when he slept? He closed his eyes and the pain grew more intense, but the world was gone. Now he was simply a warm and pulsating globe of anguish floating in the infinite darkness. If he fell asleep now, would he ever wake up again?

He remembered a dream; a dream of a city, and endless, aimless walks among it\'s tall buildings. Other creatures walking at his side, and other creatures watching him from the shadows. He opened his eyes and the world came back. He stared up into a roof of rectanglular stones; this was not a city, so this must be real. This felt more like home.

But what was home? It was hard to know. How long had he been here? It did not really matter, as long as it felt secure. Nothing mattered anymore, other than the darkness and the oblivion. Why this was was beyond him, but it seemed set in stone. He dared not sleep again so he considered talking to himself.

But he found no words.

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