Thursday, January 19, 2012

Death of a... - Original Fiction


The first thing to come back to me was my sense of smell. A sharp, putrid, smell that could only be burning flesh screamed through my nostrils and into my brain. As if triggered by the smell, my hearing returned. Explosions, screaming, and chaos sounded all around me. Fighting to remain calm, I waited for my vision to return to me. As if someone had turned a light on in a deep, dark room, my vision snapped back.
Standing in front of me was a beautiful woman. Her electric blue eyes bore through every inch of my soul. Every small movement her face made, any change in expression, any breath she took in, quickly began to rob me of more and more of my sanity.  I tried to talk, but nothing happened. Breathing, being the only thing I could manage to force myself to do, became my main priority.


When I had breathing under control, I began to think. How had I gotten here? Why was this woman here? Names, thoughts, memories, scents, places, more memories quickly raced through my mind as if someone had just released a blockade. Moments of intimacy, moments of pain, pleasure, agony. Flipping through each of these memories, however, allowed me no new information about this woman. Looking past her shoulder, I noticed a pile of what could only have been a building at one point.


 A sharp pain, beginning in my neck and shooting to the arches of my feet, brings my attention back to the present. She is talking now, looking directly at me. A flurry of emotions spread through my brain like wildfire. The first emotion to take hold of me is sweet, joyous love. Then, without warning, sorrow takes hold, followed quickly by anger.

“Confusing, aren’t they?” The sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine. “The emotions, I mean.” She was looking down at me with an unreadable expression.

“Wh-“ I try to speak, but quickly fail. Somehow, I couldn’t remember how to take the words formed in my mind, and project them.

“Are you trying to ask where you are?” She asked looking up into the sky. I nodded, and somehow she registered the movement. “You’re dead,” she said simply, and began to laugh.