I told you how creativity sometimes is absent, right? Ok, I was listening/watching Mew - Repeaterbeater and.. kind of this is what it came out of it. You might enjoy the video a bit before starting reading the story. Just a humble opinion. Hope you like it :)
Blood. It was everywhere. Literally everywhere. Dripping from his hands, covering his jeans...the gray tshirt of some metalcore band, which nobody remembered. "This time there's no tomorrow" he thought to himself, while lighting a cigarette. "I am not even a smoker, where did that came from?" puzzeled and amuzed he still inhaled from that modern poison. It made the moment more dramatic. At least in his head.
Blood. It was everywhere. Literally everywhere. Dripping from his hands, covering his jeans...the gray tshirt of some metalcore band, which nobody remembered. "This time there's no tomorrow" he thought to himself, while lighting a cigarette. "I am not even a smoker, where did that came from?" puzzeled and amuzed he still inhaled from that modern poison. It made the moment more dramatic. At least in his head.
It's been not more than a couple of minutes.. a time, just enough to finish a cigarette. The squeezing pain was fading away and he finally stood up. He had no name. No memories either. Some kind of shadow, another slave to the week. It has been a while so his tired and worn eyes finally got used to the lack of sufficient light. Standing motionless in the center of this..room, he finally realized there's a tiny door in one of the corners. And a dead body in the other. Then he blacked out.
It must have been half an hour before his mind finally snapped back to reality or what he thought it was reality. That half an hour felt like forever. He knew he should make a decision as soon as possible. His whole body and soul were torn between those two corners. Finally, he started walking to what he thought was the reason for him being there - the body. Just a few steps before it, he found himself falling down in this vast black hole. He blacked out again.
That unknown person could have been anyone. And it is. It is you, me, him, her, them.. in this paralell world where nothing and everything makes sense.
..blood. It was everywhere. Literally everywhere. He woke up again in the very same room. He still had no name. No memories either. "This time there's no tomorrow" he said to himself desperately trying to remember what happened and how did he end up there. In vain. He was trapped in his consciousness forever.
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