Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2012 22:59:49 GMT
Everything around me was incredibly melancholic, it was the middle of the day now and I had wondered out into the busy streets. I took time off from reaping quite often these days. Souls made their way to me in their own time and I only ever watched eventful deaths. There was something about the winter I found rather pleasing. While the people looked rather sullen and quiet in manner the soft white snow descending on the urban landscape gave me a warm feeling inside, as they would say. These days it rarely snowed. Shame really, I always felt that the summers were incredibly empty, heavy with a heat that sapped the energy from most, including myself of course.
My mind continued to wander as I felt the tremors of one tick nearby to my location pounding more heavily that usual. It didn't have that creaking sound to it or the inconsistency of an old tick, in fact this one was relatively new and had an upbeat rhythm to it. No, not quite upbeat, it was something that I hadn't quite heard before...
He was running, running as fast as he could. Not for his life, for freedom. The ice on the ground hindered his progress as he sped into the walls and objects of the cluttered and narrow alley ways, jumping over trash bags and knocking into solid brick walls was not fun. Nor was it what he was used to.
Behind him however people were having more problems, their big, lumbering weights caused them far more pain trying to keep stable on the ice than he was.
He found his way out onto the street, looked up at the sky and saw the blinding light before running headfirst into black.
I blinked as I felt recoil. There was something on my leg. I've never quite experienced this before. Looking downwards I saw a boy. A young boy, perhaps having experienced 252,455,616 ticks in his life time? 617, 618... perhaps a bit higher. I definitely felt the strain on the internal clock, but it didn't seem to be getting .0000000000000000103% slower with every 10 or so ticks... no, I simply wasn't able to quantify such an unusual specimen.
Regardless what came next was something equally unusual, the boy screamed and fell backwards. I looked behind me, people were looking now but they were looking at the boy, not me. And he boy wasn't looking at them. I looked around me further and tilted my head, and his shining eyes followed. Interesting, he followed my gaze. Before I had a chance for further observations a group of men followed from the vicinity the boy had come from. Two burly men and one incredibly well dressed one in a suit. His hair combed to look almost plastic in it's impeccable brownness, and a suit so black and so well contrasted against the spotless white shirt and tie that I felt just a tad inadequate looking at my old rags, comfortable though they may be.
Again, he looked at me. Twice? Two people in one day. In all my years since the beginning of time as a primordial slime I have never witnessed something so ridiculous and involving.
"Who the hell are you dipshit? Your about a month too late for Halloween." Said the well dressed suit.
I looked around me again. The child clung to me despite his apparent fear of my harmless demeanor. Lesser of two evils perhaps?
The suit spoke to me again.
"Look at me when the great Garold is speaking to you. And loose that hood too before I rip it off."
His arms looked incredibly spindly. More than that, he had a great many number of ticks. 7,673,760,042, perhaps? His young appearance perhaps undermined this figure. My intuition felt off.
He moved towards me and gave me a push. There it was again, physical impact. I felt like I was going to shatter into who knows how many pieces. Either way up close he looked under my hood. How rude! What was ruder was that he threw up afterwards. I had been trying to keep my skull relatively shiny, recently. Incredibly annoying when it kept falling off, main reason I don't remove my hood these days, actually. That and the fabric feels so comfortable...
He felt better in a few seconds and I used this time to try and get an accurate reading on how long he had been alive. It just felt off, no wonder things had been feeling just a tad apocalyptic recently.
"what the h*** are you you freak?" Said the suit, he seemed to speak,cool, unfazed but I sensed a quiver in every fiber of his being. I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
The other men had been quiet. As had the child. A man spoke up.
"Whats your name?" His voice was so deep and loud it sounded like it's own echo, amplified.
That was a question if I recall correctly...
"-" I responded hesitantly.
"What?"
"-"
I wasn't entirely sure why I wasn't being understood. But it hit me. I hadn't spoken before, ever. I didn't even know how to, even if I understood it.
I wasn't sure what happened next, but the sun had set and it was incredibly dark. I had some metal thing in my spine, I had to reach around and get it because it was causing an itch. I had grown accustomed to such impact after being pushed, even if that one did appear to be higher. Indeed, I had seen these. Bullets, people hated these things and so did I. People always died early when I saw these.
I hadn't responded further but the suit spoke to me again. He wasn't trying to be cool headed anymore.
"What is wrong with you? Why wont you die! Look, just give us the kid, please, and we wont bother you no more, ok?" He asked, looking at the child who appeared determined not to be around the suit, as he was hiding behind me in fear.
I checked their ticks again. Didn't look like they were supposed to die anytime soon.
I decided to turn around slowly and walk away, I felt quite shaky so I picked up my scythe and decided to employ it as a third leg. I was quite tired after such occurrences and I needed to figure things out. The child moved along with me, almost as if I were a shield from something. The men? Looked like it. A bullet rang out. I stepped aside, not wishing to have to extract anything a second time and it embedded its self firmly in the child's cranium. Mmm. Shame that.
Blood dripped out of the child and onto the ground as he collapsed and it began to snow. I had seen situations like these before, but it was remarkable how ignorant I was now that I suppose I was technically a part of this. I was also somewhat unnerved by the fact that these people suddenly perceived me as an active physical entity. Interesting, but highly unnerving for these old bones.
The matter at hand however was that I had to take this child's soul. I reached down and placed my bony hands on the child's skull, just as the snow began to settle on the new corpse. However, an interesting thing happened. I normally noticed a transfer of warmth from the body transferring to me, however today I felt myself sapped of warmth. The child opened his eyes and grabbed my scythe. It grew wide and large and he gave it a mighty swing, separating the different sections of their human bodies looking at him at what I hoped conveyed annoyance I waddled over and began extracting the souls. While I was taking the souls of the two men, the suit go up and ran away. What a cheat, and so much death. Not Particularly fun.
The child fell over after that but he was ticking again. I picked up my scythe and felt as though that perhaps I had witnessed something I thought humans incapable of, something spectacular and evolutionary. however I found myself unable to evoke any form of reaction in myself. I decided that I should probably sit down and wait for the child to wake up, if he could. I found myself there for about 8 cycles of around 36,000 ticks, to my complete and utter indifference.
My mind continued to wander as I felt the tremors of one tick nearby to my location pounding more heavily that usual. It didn't have that creaking sound to it or the inconsistency of an old tick, in fact this one was relatively new and had an upbeat rhythm to it. No, not quite upbeat, it was something that I hadn't quite heard before...
He was running, running as fast as he could. Not for his life, for freedom. The ice on the ground hindered his progress as he sped into the walls and objects of the cluttered and narrow alley ways, jumping over trash bags and knocking into solid brick walls was not fun. Nor was it what he was used to.
Behind him however people were having more problems, their big, lumbering weights caused them far more pain trying to keep stable on the ice than he was.
He found his way out onto the street, looked up at the sky and saw the blinding light before running headfirst into black.
I blinked as I felt recoil. There was something on my leg. I've never quite experienced this before. Looking downwards I saw a boy. A young boy, perhaps having experienced 252,455,616 ticks in his life time? 617, 618... perhaps a bit higher. I definitely felt the strain on the internal clock, but it didn't seem to be getting .0000000000000000103% slower with every 10 or so ticks... no, I simply wasn't able to quantify such an unusual specimen.
Regardless what came next was something equally unusual, the boy screamed and fell backwards. I looked behind me, people were looking now but they were looking at the boy, not me. And he boy wasn't looking at them. I looked around me further and tilted my head, and his shining eyes followed. Interesting, he followed my gaze. Before I had a chance for further observations a group of men followed from the vicinity the boy had come from. Two burly men and one incredibly well dressed one in a suit. His hair combed to look almost plastic in it's impeccable brownness, and a suit so black and so well contrasted against the spotless white shirt and tie that I felt just a tad inadequate looking at my old rags, comfortable though they may be.
Again, he looked at me. Twice? Two people in one day. In all my years since the beginning of time as a primordial slime I have never witnessed something so ridiculous and involving.
"Who the hell are you dipshit? Your about a month too late for Halloween." Said the well dressed suit.
I looked around me again. The child clung to me despite his apparent fear of my harmless demeanor. Lesser of two evils perhaps?
The suit spoke to me again.
"Look at me when the great Garold is speaking to you. And loose that hood too before I rip it off."
His arms looked incredibly spindly. More than that, he had a great many number of ticks. 7,673,760,042, perhaps? His young appearance perhaps undermined this figure. My intuition felt off.
He moved towards me and gave me a push. There it was again, physical impact. I felt like I was going to shatter into who knows how many pieces. Either way up close he looked under my hood. How rude! What was ruder was that he threw up afterwards. I had been trying to keep my skull relatively shiny, recently. Incredibly annoying when it kept falling off, main reason I don't remove my hood these days, actually. That and the fabric feels so comfortable...
He felt better in a few seconds and I used this time to try and get an accurate reading on how long he had been alive. It just felt off, no wonder things had been feeling just a tad apocalyptic recently.
"what the h*** are you you freak?" Said the suit, he seemed to speak,cool, unfazed but I sensed a quiver in every fiber of his being. I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
The other men had been quiet. As had the child. A man spoke up.
"Whats your name?" His voice was so deep and loud it sounded like it's own echo, amplified.
That was a question if I recall correctly...
"-" I responded hesitantly.
"What?"
"-"
I wasn't entirely sure why I wasn't being understood. But it hit me. I hadn't spoken before, ever. I didn't even know how to, even if I understood it.
I wasn't sure what happened next, but the sun had set and it was incredibly dark. I had some metal thing in my spine, I had to reach around and get it because it was causing an itch. I had grown accustomed to such impact after being pushed, even if that one did appear to be higher. Indeed, I had seen these. Bullets, people hated these things and so did I. People always died early when I saw these.
I hadn't responded further but the suit spoke to me again. He wasn't trying to be cool headed anymore.
"What is wrong with you? Why wont you die! Look, just give us the kid, please, and we wont bother you no more, ok?" He asked, looking at the child who appeared determined not to be around the suit, as he was hiding behind me in fear.
I checked their ticks again. Didn't look like they were supposed to die anytime soon.
I decided to turn around slowly and walk away, I felt quite shaky so I picked up my scythe and decided to employ it as a third leg. I was quite tired after such occurrences and I needed to figure things out. The child moved along with me, almost as if I were a shield from something. The men? Looked like it. A bullet rang out. I stepped aside, not wishing to have to extract anything a second time and it embedded its self firmly in the child's cranium. Mmm. Shame that.
Blood dripped out of the child and onto the ground as he collapsed and it began to snow. I had seen situations like these before, but it was remarkable how ignorant I was now that I suppose I was technically a part of this. I was also somewhat unnerved by the fact that these people suddenly perceived me as an active physical entity. Interesting, but highly unnerving for these old bones.
The matter at hand however was that I had to take this child's soul. I reached down and placed my bony hands on the child's skull, just as the snow began to settle on the new corpse. However, an interesting thing happened. I normally noticed a transfer of warmth from the body transferring to me, however today I felt myself sapped of warmth. The child opened his eyes and grabbed my scythe. It grew wide and large and he gave it a mighty swing, separating the different sections of their human bodies looking at him at what I hoped conveyed annoyance I waddled over and began extracting the souls. While I was taking the souls of the two men, the suit go up and ran away. What a cheat, and so much death. Not Particularly fun.
The child fell over after that but he was ticking again. I picked up my scythe and felt as though that perhaps I had witnessed something I thought humans incapable of, something spectacular and evolutionary. however I found myself unable to evoke any form of reaction in myself. I decided that I should probably sit down and wait for the child to wake up, if he could. I found myself there for about 8 cycles of around 36,000 ticks, to my complete and utter indifference.