Re: {Broken Glass/Group One} Blue Flu?
Posted: 06 Dec 2015, 04:58
This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening...
These were the only coherent thoughts the vampire sometimes known as Xian had, thoughts that sometimes spilled into whispered mumbles, his lips moving, teeth gritted. He pushed himself into the corner of the store as much as he could, head down, arms around his knees.
Just hours ago, he had found himself inexplicably in the middle of a mall, with no recollection of how he got there, or even what he was doing there. He only had the vague idea that he needed to be there, for something, that he had some purpose for being there. But as to what that was, and even where he was, he had no idea.
Then it struck him that he didn't even know who he was.
He fought down the rising panic, and wrapped his arms around himself. A bump from behind him told him he was in the way of a few rushing shoppers, and he moved to one side, struggling to get a grip on himself, and what had happened to him.
A name. He needed a name, he thought, and he fought with his mind to discover the secret of at least his name. Kevin? Bob? Stewart? Why those names so familiar, and yet none of them belonged? A name. A name. I need a name. A name is a four letter word. There are four sides to a square. A square is the same number multiplied by itself. Math, variables, unknowns. X.
X. It seemed odd, but it also seemed to fit, though more like a loose glove over a very small hand. It had to do, he decided, and he clung to it as the one floating thing in the sea of chaos he had found himself in. X. An unknown, incomplete, random, something to fill in the gaps.
All around him, people walked and rushed through the mall; a late night sale? he asked himself. How could he even know that, and know nothing else? How did someone suddenly forget who they were while walking in the middle of a crowded mall? He shook his head.
Focus. Focus.
Finding nothing familiar, and yet everything vaguely so, he decided to walk on like nothing was wrong. That maybe something would stir his memory and he would have a clue to what had happened to him, where he was, and why he was there.
That was hours ago, and now here he was trapped in the middle of what had turned into a war zone. The moment the first explosion had sounded, he had blanked, and as others followed, he retreated into the corner he had now found himself in.
This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening.
What kind of person would lose everything about who they were, and then find themselves trapped in the middle of a war? Unreal, a bad dream, this isn't happening. He repeated this mantra, and willed himself to wake.
But it was all too real.
And deep inside him, Xian's Other screamed for release, even as the sun rising in the east slowly stole his will.
These were the only coherent thoughts the vampire sometimes known as Xian had, thoughts that sometimes spilled into whispered mumbles, his lips moving, teeth gritted. He pushed himself into the corner of the store as much as he could, head down, arms around his knees.
Just hours ago, he had found himself inexplicably in the middle of a mall, with no recollection of how he got there, or even what he was doing there. He only had the vague idea that he needed to be there, for something, that he had some purpose for being there. But as to what that was, and even where he was, he had no idea.
Then it struck him that he didn't even know who he was.
He fought down the rising panic, and wrapped his arms around himself. A bump from behind him told him he was in the way of a few rushing shoppers, and he moved to one side, struggling to get a grip on himself, and what had happened to him.
A name. He needed a name, he thought, and he fought with his mind to discover the secret of at least his name. Kevin? Bob? Stewart? Why those names so familiar, and yet none of them belonged? A name. A name. I need a name. A name is a four letter word. There are four sides to a square. A square is the same number multiplied by itself. Math, variables, unknowns. X.
X. It seemed odd, but it also seemed to fit, though more like a loose glove over a very small hand. It had to do, he decided, and he clung to it as the one floating thing in the sea of chaos he had found himself in. X. An unknown, incomplete, random, something to fill in the gaps.
All around him, people walked and rushed through the mall; a late night sale? he asked himself. How could he even know that, and know nothing else? How did someone suddenly forget who they were while walking in the middle of a crowded mall? He shook his head.
Focus. Focus.
Finding nothing familiar, and yet everything vaguely so, he decided to walk on like nothing was wrong. That maybe something would stir his memory and he would have a clue to what had happened to him, where he was, and why he was there.
That was hours ago, and now here he was trapped in the middle of what had turned into a war zone. The moment the first explosion had sounded, he had blanked, and as others followed, he retreated into the corner he had now found himself in.
This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening.
What kind of person would lose everything about who they were, and then find themselves trapped in the middle of a war? Unreal, a bad dream, this isn't happening. He repeated this mantra, and willed himself to wake.
But it was all too real.
And deep inside him, Xian's Other screamed for release, even as the sun rising in the east slowly stole his will.