Chapter X Prologue
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Thump.
Thump
T h u m p.
A heavy heartbeat, drumming loudly in the back of his mind.
Everything had gone dark, as though his consciousness had been pulled into a blackened sea, deep within it’s depths.
He could see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing...Nothing aside from that steady thump. That beating drum.
...No...Was that really all he heard?
He was certain...He could hear a voice.
A soft voice.
A gentle voice.
Was it calling him? He could have sworn a vague scent tickled his nose. Warm, tender, a strange sense of familiarity carried within it.
The sound of something in the distance, sweeping in, receding, crashing…Waves? Did he hear the sea?? He felt as though he could almost make it out in the distance, bright and blue, reflecting the sun’s rays like glittering jewels upon it’s surface.
He was mesmerized by the sight. He wanted to run towards it, but the voice he heard called him away, just behind him.
He caught sight of a flash of red, sweeping softly in the breeze.
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who was it?
Who-
...-It was--
The sensation of being pulled. He saw brown reflecting in his dimming vision, moving past him slowly.
Or...Was he the one moving?
His vision shook, a dulled pain running through him, heavy breathing reaching his ears. Growling, snarling. He had just enough energy to shift his gaze slightly, seeing a bright, glowing red, glinting white…
...Was it getting closer??
Slowly, sensations returned to him, vaguely aware that something was pulling him across the ground, tugging him closer to itself, and yet...He couldn’t focus. His head hurt, his eyes hurt. He felt as though he was going to vomit.
But maybe it was okay. He felt strangely tired. If he slept for a little while, he was certain it’d be fine. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the strange sounds mixing together. The heavy panting, the growls, and the shouts.
He thought he saw a flash of white, nagging him in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t comprehend it.
Giving up, he didn’t move. He accepted whatever outcome may have occurred, closing his eyes so he could finally sleep-
-But then, he saw something.
A metallic glint, laying across the ground just beyond his reach. He wasn’t necessarily sure why, but it struck out to him, oddly clear and vivid despite his blurred vision.
A pistol.
He had such an intense need to reach out for it. So intense, that he was dominated by the feeling.
He needed it. Desperately. It was important. It was all he had. The only thing he knew. Out of the uncertain world around him, that was all he had to cling to. That was his choice.
That was his existence.
-That. He wanted it.
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