You Have Not Won. It's Only Just Begun.

[maryk-graeb.livejournal.com]

I know I have my senses, but all of them are misleading or, worse, dead. I hear nothing but my own breath and blood. I see nothing. I feel only the clothing I wear against my skin. There is no smell on this air, in this room. I can't remember where I am. I don't know where I am.

Here.

The voice echoes around me. I think I know where it came from, but I can't be certain.

Over here...ere...ere...ere...

Here...ere...ere...ere...

A pinpoint of light fades into sight and grows. It grows. And it grows. A person... a man stands in the light. My heart races. Reach to my chest and my fingers close on her handle, draws her forth, aims her black eye at the man. My finger slides over the guard. I speak, but no sound comes out of my mouth. He steps closer. My finger leaves the guard for the tri--

There's no trigger on her. Where's her trigger?

And he's here. In front of me. Staring at me like he stared at the clouds. Cold. Dead. Angry. Alone. And silent.

Is this it for me? I'm dead?


[OPEN to Cary]

[CLOSED]

You Have Not Won. It's Only Just Begun.

[maryk-graeb.livejournal.com]

I know I have my senses, but all of them are misleading or, worse, dead. I hear nothing but my own breath and blood. I see nothing. I feel only the clothing I wear against my skin. There is no smell on this air, in this room. I can't remember where I am. I don't know where I am.

Here.

The voice echoes around me. I think I know where it came from, but I can't be certain.

Over here...ere...ere...ere...

Here...ere...ere...ere...

A pinpoint of light fades into sight and grows. It grows. And it grows. A person... a man stands in the light. My heart races. Reach to my chest and my fingers close on her handle, draws her forth, aims her black eye at the man. My finger slides over the guard. I speak, but no sound comes out of my mouth. He steps closer. My finger leaves the guard for the tri--

There's no trigger on her. Where's her trigger?

And he's here. In front of me. Staring at me like he stared at the clouds. Cold. Dead. Angry. Alone. And silent.

Is this it for me? I'm dead?


[OPEN to Cary]

[CLOSED]