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Hi, my name is Calli
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 | Death's Grasp -1- |
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 5 with 5 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-04-05 14:59:57 |
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The flames danced before my eyes, crackling and popping loudly. I glanced down at them, as did Amy. She watched the fire with nervous, anxious eyes. After a moment with no words, she turned and said to me, “You trust me, right, Calli?” Her eyes showed her hope and desperation, but I had run out of pity for her. It was time for the truth.
“You expect too much, Amy. How can you expect me to trust you?” I replied in a cold voice. I had labeled her as an enemy, though she had always claimed to be my friend. I had never said a word to anyone about her.
Her nervous smile turned into a grim frown. She looked at me in silence for a moment, then replied with a glare, “Be my friend, Calli. You know what happens to my enemies.” Her voice was menacing, she was making an attempt to intimidate me. But I was different than the rest, for at that moment no fear ran through my body.
“I have seen death, Amy. I do not fear it like all of your other victims.” After these words left my mouth, Amy made two quick movements. She drew a dagger from her belt, then plunged it deep into my neck. As I felt blood come from the fatal wound, I watched her as she approached my cold, limp body. I was almost from life’s grasp.
“I will tell your love that you are dead, Calli. And then I will kiss him. He will love me, and then once I have drawn him in, this same dagger will land in his neck,” she whispered in my ear with a wicked grin on her face. Then she turned and stalked out of the room, leaving me to fall into the cruel yet merciful grasp of death.
My eyes opened to a place I had, unlike many, never feared of coming to. It was a strange, barren land. Here came the ones whom life had failed to keep. The sky was a normal blue, tinged in certain areas with pale orange. Fluffy white, gray, and black clouds lazily trailed across this sky, it seemed as if they were not moving because of their slowness. It appeared as if I was alone, yet I knew that if I traveled far enough, I would come to the gathering place. There would be many others who had slipped from life’s grip. I got up from the ground, which was sand and dirt with various patches of short grass.
I started walking in no certain direction, not really having a purpose to my movements. I just knew that I had to get somewhere. After all, what would be the point of just sitting here on this sandy, dirty, grassy ground and gazing up at the blue and slightly orange sky with the dreary, fluffy, slow clouds? There would be no point of course. It would be pointless, just like thinking this to myself was.
Time seemed to barely exist in this strange place. It seemed like time had evaded me, or perhaps it had escaped from me. Or perhaps I had escaped from it. I realized I was thinking stupid, logical thoughts and tried to push them from my head. But I was bored, so, of course, they came back. Joy.
I kept walking on across the ground. The land and sky remained the same everywhere, and I was beginning to wonder if there would ever be anything different. Finally, as exhaustion was starting to cling to my body, I spotted a gigantic black mass of water a few miles ahead of me. Swarmed around the water were too many people to count, at least from this distance.
Hope and excitement rose in me as I half walked, half ran toward the water and people. Finally I arrived at the edge of the crowd of people. I pushed my way through, wanting to get to the water for a terrible thirst ached inside my mouth and throat. I managed to get to the water, which looked hardly blue, more black in color like I had seen when I first spotted it.
Most of the people were standing amid the crowd, glancing down at the water and at other people in a bored or perhaps nervous way. A few though, like me, were at the edge of the water, looking down at it as if they were about to do something. No one drank any, though. I wondered why they did not lean down and grab some water with their cupped hands. What were they waiting for?
“Why are you not drinking, ma’am?” I asked the woman next to me in a polite manner to ensure that she would respond. She was one of the ones that was crouched beside the edge of the water like myself.
The woman turned to me and spoke in a nervous yet calm voice that surprised me greatly. “Do you not know what this water does, child?” She had pale green eyes that appeared calm but seemed to also hold nervousness and anxiety.
I flinched in annoyance as she called me a child, but kept these emotions from my voice and expression. “No, I only recently arrived here. I died but a short time ago.” I realized that I had not been polite and called her ma’am, but decided that I did not need to be so polite to this stranger.
“Time? Ah, time does not exist in this place, things move but are frozen in a certain segment of daylight. As for the water, child, it does not cure normal thirst. Normal thirst and hunger are not felt here. Instead, the thirst and hunger you feel are for life, and for true death. This water cannot meet those needs, for it can only strengthen you. While you feel no real thirst or hunger here, exhaustion can be felt, and pain as well. Sleeping does not bring energy or strength, only the water found here and in a few other places in this place of false death can bring those things,” the woman explained calmly.
I had been listening quite intently, but some of the things she said still confused me. “What do you mean by true death and false death? Are we still close to life, like halfway between life and death?” I asked her, puzzled.
The woman sighed but explained patiently once more. “What I mean is, we are not in the true place of the dead, but in a false place of the dead. No, we are not close to life anymore, and are not halfway between life and death. We are three quarters of the way to death, and would have entered the true place of death if this false place had not caught us in its grasp and trapped us. We are in death’s grasp, but are not fully in the true grasp of death. None of us will be until someone here manages to defeat the evil that created this false place of death and set us free so that we may go all the way to the place of true death.”
I understood this time, and before I could even realize that I was speaking the words came out of my mouth. “I will defeat the evil and set you and everyone else here free, I promise.”
To be continued... |
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