Posted at 2:23 am on Oct 9, 2006 by:
Gojinn
Warnings from beyond...[Closed]
Gojinn woke up early.
The pain throughout his body was keeping him awake, and keeping him on the edge. He stumbled from his bed, and padded across the carpet. He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to open wider and see where he was going. They seemed watery and somewhat cloudy as he walked. A yawn came over him as he started down the stairs. Silence all around… just the way he liked it. He opened the front door, stepped out, and slowly walked down the driveway to get the paper. The morning was chilly, especially in his boxers and white t-shirt. His bare feet started to freeze on the driveway as he walked, and he picked up the pace, using his telekinesis to grab the paper from about thirty feet away, and jogged back inside.
His eyes shifted around the inner entryway as he closed the door behind him. Why was everything so gray today? It seemed like the sun was buried behind a thousand miles of clouds and would never come out again. Even the house seemed dimmer than usual because of it. Shrugging, he walked off to his left, aiming for his kitchen. As he entered he tossed the newspaper onto the marble countertop, feeling the effects of the cold marble on his feet once again. Thinking quick, he hopped onto the counter, sitting as he opened the fridge with his powers. He looked around, not quite interested in making anything, but shrugged again, deciding on some French toast.
He grabbed a carton of milk, and a few eggs, before shutting the door and walking over to the skillet. He reached off to the right for the bread, and spun the bag so the opening untwisted and opened up for him. He pulled out four slices and tossed them onto the counter, then closed the bag and set it down on the side. A few minutes later, the bread sizzled on the skillet, and he sat down at the counter. The cold cushion of the stool sent a chill up his spine. What a morning. Wasn’t it summer? Wasn’t it supposed to be miserably hot?
He opened the paper, and then fell from the stool, rushing away. Blood and maggots flowed from it, and slowly the paper faded into it, and a waterfall of blood replaced it, spilling all over the kitchen and worked it’s way to him.
He scrambled into the main entryway on his hand and feet, bent at an awkward angle. His face smashed to the ground as he slipped, and he slid across the floor, quickly flipping over to see the mess.
But as he turned to it, he saw something that bothered him far more than blood and maggots. The blood was piling up in a small mound, and began taking shape. It began taking shape of men and women, and they stood, as bones and muscle formed from thin air in the flowing pool of blood. They lifted their dead heads and stared into his terrified eyes as he scrambled further. What the hell was happening?! The gaping wounds on their bodies were clearly from someone strong and angry. He could have done it easily, but he didn’t remember them… though he had killed quite a few people, so who knew?
None of them moved. They simply shifted their heads in the direction of his title room, a small room next to his stairs he kept his replica belts he’d won. He followed their eyes and saw a foot disappear in. Getting up, he looked at the top of his stairs, motioning his hand to one of the smaller swords on the wall. It hopped off of its hooks and met with his palm quickly. He gripped the handle tight and turned to the bloody mess… but there was nothing there. He stared a moment, and then heard a noise, and jogged to the room, throwing the door the rest of the way open.
Everything was broken. The original throne he sat in; smashed to pieces. The glass cases for the belts are all smashed in, and the belts scattered on the floor with blood smeared. But, the most important thing right now was, there was no one inside the room. There is no other way out of this little closet, so where was the intruder? He backed out of the room slowly, wielding the sword tightly.
Again, a foot disappeared, this time into the dining room. He ran in and swung the sword, but cut through nothing but air. He looks around and finds nothing again. The room is fine, so he turns to the living room and walks in, looking back out to the entryway. He saw the front door rattle. There was a slight breeze, but these were heavy doors. Nothing would move them unless they had force upon them, a lot of force.
He rushed over to them, and they flew open, blowing him through the air and into his stairs with a violent thud. The sword flew away and he moaned in pain, looking at the suddenly bright light coming in from outside. A single boney hand reached out from it, and pointed at him, as the rest of its fingers released a note. The doors slammed shut, and the note blew into the air from the force, landing in Gojinn’s open hand.
He opened it and slowly looked at the single word written in blood: SOON
Great, he was used to cryptic messages, but what now?
He had no time to question it, as he suddenly found himself sitting up in bed in a panic. He looked at the clock. It was ten AM. The smell of French toast filled the air, and he sighed, flopping onto his back in bed.
Wow… just a dream. Those painkillers work well after all, probably too well.
He smirked and closed his eyes, bringing his hands up behind his head, and finding his head being scratched as he did so. His eyes opened slightly as his mouth opened somewhat in a silently questioning manner. He heard murmurs downstairs and movement. Sunlight flooded the room. Just a dream…. Just a dream…. Just a dream…. Let it all be a dream….
And then he pulled his hands in front of his eyes. A single piece of paper remained in his hand. It was just a dream… just a dream… let it all be a dream… please let it have been some terrible effect of the painkillers…..
And he opened the paper… ever so slowly. It cracked as he did so, and he looked away until he fully opened it. With a relieved sigh, he dropped his hands into his lap, relaxing back into his pillows and bed again. The note simply read: “We’re making breakfast, so get up!”
He took a deep breath. This dream had him panicking so much. He sat up finally and tossed the note onto the nightstand, and then flipped the blankets off of him. The note flipped over. On the reverse side it had one word in red marker, all in capital lettering: SOON
Oh this is definitely not good.
[Fade]
