A shining
Act III - Traumatic
A scream bursted through the walls of the building: it was Dan growling in horror, at the sight before him. He clumsily backed away, albeit moving backwards - he was completely dominated by fear, and could only think of getting out of there.
He stumbled in the hall's carpet, and fell flat to the ground. But it wasn't just him that fell down. Something, that apparently was standing behind Dan and was enveloped in darkness, fell to the ground, with a "thud" sound. Dan didn't noticed what else was on the ground right away; in the same moment, he cut the palm of his left hand with a shard of wood, and he also was too focused trying to get up quickly, immersed in the panic.
He wished he could still be in the train, stranded, like the other passengers, but not in such a somber, deadly setting, alone. He feared for his existence and his sanity.
Now he seemed in the on his way to be missing too. Lowering his hand, in order to support himself to his knees, he then touched something cold and rigid. It wasn't furniture... Dan got back up in a hurry. He couldn't make out too well, at first, however a medium-size mirror hanging in the wall was reflecting the light coming from the outside the apartment.
It was lying perfectly still, and it had the forms of a deformed human body. A corpse had fallen into the ground! Dan's face deformed in a grimace of terror. The body was maimed, with missing legs beneath the shin and with the hands torn apart from the forearms. The skull was open were the nape used to be, and was still gushing blood. The chest was scratched all over and had deep wounds.
Dan felt his legs trembling violently. He leaned over to the wall at his left, thought suddenly everything around him seemed like it was spinning around, with ever increasing speed. Was he awake ? Or delirious, unconscious? What was all that ? He was looking now to a blurred tunnel, and then it all faded into whiteness. Dan had fainted on the floor.
••••• A sort of Indian music, proceeding from unseen string instruments was playing in the background, carrying a formal tone needless for the situation. Dan, standing, opened his eyes, only to see, now, a boy with his back turned to Dan, and whose age should be about 11 or 12 years old. He was facing a mirror and was delighted trying on what was, seemingly, his parents' clothes; dressing and undressing them franticly.
Moments after, he gazed upon a clock on a bedside table, which seemed to be inert, since its hands didn't move. Afterwards, the kid went to read comics, and then do his Sciences' homework, and then eat an yogurt, after which he glared at the clock again which was still motionless.
Then Dan saw him playing football/soccer outside with a few kids of his age, and getting hurt by being pushed by one of the brats; and later the boy walking the pavement towards home, seeing the TV screens in a shop window. At home, he looked upon the clock a third time and the object's pointers were, as always, in the same position.
Why, why didn't time pass by that clock, ever ?
The boy went to watch the cartoons on the TV; as he was sitting on the sofa, he looked back and Dan finally saw his face. It was himself! •••••
A scream bursted through the walls of the building: it was Dan growling in horror, at the sight before him. He clumsily backed away, albeit moving backwards - he was completely dominated by fear, and could only think of getting out of there.
He stumbled in the hall's carpet, and fell flat to the ground. But it wasn't just him that fell down. Something, that apparently was standing behind Dan and was enveloped in darkness, fell to the ground, with a "thud" sound. Dan didn't noticed what else was on the ground right away; in the same moment, he cut the palm of his left hand with a shard of wood, and he also was too focused trying to get up quickly, immersed in the panic.
He wished he could still be in the train, stranded, like the other passengers, but not in such a somber, deadly setting, alone. He feared for his existence and his sanity.
Now he seemed in the on his way to be missing too. Lowering his hand, in order to support himself to his knees, he then touched something cold and rigid. It wasn't furniture... Dan got back up in a hurry. He couldn't make out too well, at first, however a medium-size mirror hanging in the wall was reflecting the light coming from the outside the apartment.
It was lying perfectly still, and it had the forms of a deformed human body. A corpse had fallen into the ground! Dan's face deformed in a grimace of terror. The body was maimed, with missing legs beneath the shin and with the hands torn apart from the forearms. The skull was open were the nape used to be, and was still gushing blood. The chest was scratched all over and had deep wounds.
Dan felt his legs trembling violently. He leaned over to the wall at his left, thought suddenly everything around him seemed like it was spinning around, with ever increasing speed. Was he awake ? Or delirious, unconscious? What was all that ? He was looking now to a blurred tunnel, and then it all faded into whiteness. Dan had fainted on the floor.
••••• A sort of Indian music, proceeding from unseen string instruments was playing in the background, carrying a formal tone needless for the situation. Dan, standing, opened his eyes, only to see, now, a boy with his back turned to Dan, and whose age should be about 11 or 12 years old. He was facing a mirror and was delighted trying on what was, seemingly, his parents' clothes; dressing and undressing them franticly.
Moments after, he gazed upon a clock on a bedside table, which seemed to be inert, since its hands didn't move. Afterwards, the kid went to read comics, and then do his Sciences' homework, and then eat an yogurt, after which he glared at the clock again which was still motionless.
Then Dan saw him playing football/soccer outside with a few kids of his age, and getting hurt by being pushed by one of the brats; and later the boy walking the pavement towards home, seeing the TV screens in a shop window. At home, he looked upon the clock a third time and the object's pointers were, as always, in the same position.
Why, why didn't time pass by that clock, ever ?
The boy went to watch the cartoons on the TV; as he was sitting on the sofa, he looked back and Dan finally saw his face. It was himself! •••••
posted by tensayoki @ 00:17
