Post by .{.Zeecarian.}. on Sept 14, 2007 18:34:58 GMT -5
Now this was just a bit strange seeming. A the edge of the graveyard , many shells of what once where living souls deep in the earth underneath stones that marked their names and time lived , there is one lone creature that slinks , and no I do not count because I am not slinking , but leaning on a weathered old tree. A black cat , rather large and without even a spot of white on its coat , stalks among the graves. He seems at home in the Cemetery. He weaves through the headstones , eyes of pale washed agate never blinking , the sunlight dilating his pupil to but a small slit. His paws softly pad against the ground , from which hardening greenish stalks jut wildly from the skin of the earth. Obviously it has not be cut in many years. But the cat pays no heed , that silent and mysterious beast that moves on so chillingly eased. And the eye , even as the wind galls down from the east , Never does blink. Never does its eyelids pass those piercing eyes , never.Withering trees stare down in a way at the graves , some of which are cracking and crumbling from their once solid,flawless forms ,and the tree's branches bare except for some rebellious leaves that still hung onto their original placings.Though some were still clinging on stubbornly so , their colors of beauty are long gone , not even the vibrant colors of fall's beauty in them , but cracking , dead forevermore. Winds are coming down , but not as strong as you would think for this time of year , but only mere gusts that could do no more than bother women by messing up their hair , well most women , not me. He is slipping out of the cast iron gates now , his black body slinking still , never blinking , never wavering...Always piercing into the hearts of those who gazed into them , whether man or beast.Just at the moment the ebony creature disappears between the bars , the church-bell rings out . I , and my cowardly actions in doing so I am ashamed to admit;but never-less shall admit , Leap into the air at the echoing of the bell. Quicking , I grather my supplies , book and pencil ,and nothingmore , I flee , yes flee , from the Cemetary. The skies above are painted completly grey , it it going to rain soon. The grey sky only serves to make the world below bleaker and suck out more of the color that the Fall season held onto in this month of October. My combat boots crunch endlessly so against the dead leaves wrought across the earth's skin as I slip out from the cast iron gates , and the only thing heard is the ringing of the bell , and my boots hitting the ground in perfect motions of a run. Along the bleakly colored grey sidewalk I am running from something , not someone, not man or beast or anything that can truly harm my pyshical being. I am running from the Cemetary, You see, I have a certion loathing for that place. A burning hate... A fear , but a respecting one.Pardon me if I am not making any sense. If I loath the place so , hate it so , fear it so , then why do you ask the reason I go there day after day? I am afraid I cannot answer that. Something about the graves seem like walls of a room , keeping me locked up , and the bell ringing becomes a sickening music to my earas that I both hate and long for , wait for. I feel like im on auto piolt as I keep running. Now dont call me silly , or soft. I am neither , thank you sir , or madam. I am no where near. Without my own knowing ,with awarness somewhere in my mind but complete ignorant bliss for my councious thoughts , a black creature slinks behind me , not running , not darting after me as if a monster of myth or mans surreal dreams , but just slinking along with that assured stillness , never blinking , never letting his eyelids close. I suppose , after all I truly do know he is there , but yet I chose the dreamers thought that I do not ,when I know if each corner of my mind that he is following me. Yes I had lied in saying I was not aware , and it would be foolish of you to think I was telling the truth. Winds gust down from the east again , sending a shower of withered leaves into my face from a nearby tree jutting from the bushs , their rough skin scratching on mine. I let out a small grunt of annoyence at this , and quicken my pace. But I do not see the hunk of rock in my very path , and trip over it , and fall. My knees are ripped open , though i do not nessisarily feel the flesh tearing more than I do a burning pain, actually when I fall I do not relize my skin has torn.. Then that pain just stays. Slowly I stand , and lift myself up from the ground , palms pushing against the cracked sidewalk. Shakily I pick up my tools of the trade , Pencil and notebook , and stumble a bit as I start to run again. But soon I am back into the set rythm of the movements. The cat , and I watch him from the corner of my eye , begins to run after me! Rather than keep straight ,rather than stay on the sidewalk where I am 'safe' , I dart into the street , not even seeing the truck roll forward quickly , and not knowing this , as my eyes are on that black beast in my footsteps , until the truck rams into my side.In a kind of strange daze I roll onto the hood of my ' attacker ' , my penicl and notebook fly across the street , and I roll off . I hit the ground with a 'thud' , and groan , still dazed from the sudden event I hadnt seen coming. The taste of mettalic liquid that I had not yet registared as blood , trickles into my slightly parted lips ,as if in a silent scream , from a cut on my forehead. And the cat? That black creature has slipped off somewhere , for I do not see him now. Or maybe that is merely all , I do not see him.Maybe he is the-....
I open my eyes , and only find a world of blinding white color. My first thought is ' So this is what its like to be dead... ' Am I dead? I feel dead. I cannot feel any pain , or soreness from the hit. And I feel like I am floating in the air. No longer do I hear the distant ringing of the church bell , or the crunching of leaves , nor the wind's gentle wistling. Just nothing , stillness. The silence rings off the walls , if there are any , and diareacts itself all at me. The silence , in a way , is my comfort. I know that sounds strange , but it is. But , right as I am convinced to be dead and this is the afterlife I am forced to wander , shapes and objects appear to me slowly. I am not dead, I am in a hospital room.Slowly , sounds reach my ears as well. The murmered sounds of nurses going about thier work , and of people tallking , and a beeping of a life monirator. Though all these sounds seem distant to me , muffled , like im hearing them from a different rooom , when I know it is in this room however. Other sounds and sights soon come to me. The muffled pattering on thewindowpane...Rain?Yes...Its raining. And I see nothing but white objects around me , only bleak and colorless hues, or very dull colors ,to meet the eye. Through blurred eyes I still peer out at the room , contuniing to see the dull colors , and mundane sights. As my vision begins to seperate the objects from eachother , I begin to see that there is a pale peach colored curtain drawn around my bed. Honestly , the patterns on it are not very appealing , ugly even , and are not helping my eyes at the moment. Slowly , I lift my body up slightly until I am sitting a bit , and I feel hair fall into my face ,tickling my skin , the strands still brushing over. Though it does bother me right now , Im not moving it from my face yet. My eyes catch the brim of my wrist , and a needle that disapears into pale skin. What is it....? I think its an IV... Yes...Its an IV. Quickly I am becoming bored with the sight of it , and look around again. I see only what you would expect to see , and then I see the curtains parting , gently , almost daintily , and a black form slips through. Panic is rising in my chest now, and I know there is terror in my eyes. He moved with the same chilling ease,eyelids never once passing the unwavering agate gaze that both amazes me , and scares me at the same time. Slinking forward , I see him disapear from my sight when he goes around the corner of my bed. Still , I am staring , waiting for any sign he is moving... Now my supistons of this are fullfilled , along with an instant freezing of my body , when he leaps onto the bed. My breath makes a small squeaking sound when it comes , eyes trained on him. He stares at me still , gaze unsettling even to me , his paws padding on the bed as he creeps forward slowly. My breath catchs in my troat for a moment when I feel him step onto my leg ,and come up more , until he is on my chest.Now he stops , and stares straight into my eyes. For some reason , by seeing his unblinking gaze ,a thought is crossing through my head. 'Dont Blink'. I think. 'Dont blink...Dont blink...Dont blink....' And he still stares. I can feel the weight of the cat on my body , about ten pounds , large but not fat in any way , sleek and heavy not with fat buit muscles. His face contorts , and canines are seen on not pearly white teeth , but teeth stained with crimson color. His gums are shown, pale pink , and the sour breath reachs my nasal cavities. My eyes start to burn from the strain of not blinking. 'Dont blink....Dont blink....Dont blink...' I think again. The cat hisses , more sour breath blown into my face , and splatters of salivia that I am sure is just as sour as his breath. 'Dont blink....Dont blink....Dont blink...' Though , I know to you , dear reader , this is only an animal. A cat. A pet. But , somewhere deep I belvieve that in some way this is not an animal, but some demon. And in some way , I believe that this is no ordinary cat to behold. And I believe this is no pet. And he is not a pet , Not in any way. I cant help it anymore, saltly liquid is streaming down my face , from not blinking, my eyes burning. "Vos!" I yell , and will admit in a somewhat crazed tone , a tone that does not normally pass my lips. But, he does not seem to react to the words shouted into his face , still not blinking. Though he is an ' animal ' his ability not to blink , not to refresh his orbs , amazes me in a way.Whether Cat, or demon as I believe , it is strange.I feel my lips part again to let the passage of words come through , to speak to the ' cat' . " Vass..." I murmer. "Praesul , glacious." But , he does not react once more, merely staring at me, in a way sayhing that he was stronger than me. That he was smarter than me. That he was better than me. 'EGO caedo , angelicia." I spoke to him , but still...He did not react. Did not blink. I follow suit , and lay back again , and with putting my head on the pillow , I relize how much energy sitting took. He does not react , just stands. He stands proudly over me , like I am a prey he has killed. But I am not dead. Not yet. Sir , or madam (Pardon me if I have gotten your gender wrong) , Do not think me insane at animals appearing....At fleeing from Cemetaries...At speaking to this ' animal ' in the fashion I am.'Dont blink....Dont blink....Dont blink....'I think once more. He stares , just waiting for me to do what I was trying not to. ' Dont blink!Dont blink!Dont blink!' I know my thoughts are becoming frantic , you dont need to remind me. Slowly , My eyelids start dropping , as the tears make a path once more down my skin. " Quadrious." I say in a final tone. 'DONT BLINK. DONT BLINK. DONT BLINK' Though I try to speak in a strong , controlled tone , it becomes shaky , breaking slightly. The 'cat' seems to smirk at my fear , and stand proudly over me still. His eyes show nothing in them , nothing but his dialated pupils. He stares still , his eyes reflecting my silver necklace that I have had since birth , a small raven intertwined with a pentacle , a five pointed star in a circle. The black beast contrasted against the pale colors of the room , choosing rather than dull lifeless hues to take on a dark color seen in midnight skies at new moon. He no longer is showing me his sharp teeth , but turning away and leaping off the bed , soon slipping between the curtains again.
I open my eyes , and only find a world of blinding white color. My first thought is ' So this is what its like to be dead... ' Am I dead? I feel dead. I cannot feel any pain , or soreness from the hit. And I feel like I am floating in the air. No longer do I hear the distant ringing of the church bell , or the crunching of leaves , nor the wind's gentle wistling. Just nothing , stillness. The silence rings off the walls , if there are any , and diareacts itself all at me. The silence , in a way , is my comfort. I know that sounds strange , but it is. But , right as I am convinced to be dead and this is the afterlife I am forced to wander , shapes and objects appear to me slowly. I am not dead, I am in a hospital room.Slowly , sounds reach my ears as well. The murmered sounds of nurses going about thier work , and of people tallking , and a beeping of a life monirator. Though all these sounds seem distant to me , muffled , like im hearing them from a different rooom , when I know it is in this room however. Other sounds and sights soon come to me. The muffled pattering on thewindowpane...Rain?Yes...Its raining. And I see nothing but white objects around me , only bleak and colorless hues, or very dull colors ,to meet the eye. Through blurred eyes I still peer out at the room , contuniing to see the dull colors , and mundane sights. As my vision begins to seperate the objects from eachother , I begin to see that there is a pale peach colored curtain drawn around my bed. Honestly , the patterns on it are not very appealing , ugly even , and are not helping my eyes at the moment. Slowly , I lift my body up slightly until I am sitting a bit , and I feel hair fall into my face ,tickling my skin , the strands still brushing over. Though it does bother me right now , Im not moving it from my face yet. My eyes catch the brim of my wrist , and a needle that disapears into pale skin. What is it....? I think its an IV... Yes...Its an IV. Quickly I am becoming bored with the sight of it , and look around again. I see only what you would expect to see , and then I see the curtains parting , gently , almost daintily , and a black form slips through. Panic is rising in my chest now, and I know there is terror in my eyes. He moved with the same chilling ease,eyelids never once passing the unwavering agate gaze that both amazes me , and scares me at the same time. Slinking forward , I see him disapear from my sight when he goes around the corner of my bed. Still , I am staring , waiting for any sign he is moving... Now my supistons of this are fullfilled , along with an instant freezing of my body , when he leaps onto the bed. My breath makes a small squeaking sound when it comes , eyes trained on him. He stares at me still , gaze unsettling even to me , his paws padding on the bed as he creeps forward slowly. My breath catchs in my troat for a moment when I feel him step onto my leg ,and come up more , until he is on my chest.Now he stops , and stares straight into my eyes. For some reason , by seeing his unblinking gaze ,a thought is crossing through my head. 'Dont Blink'. I think. 'Dont blink...Dont blink...Dont blink....' And he still stares. I can feel the weight of the cat on my body , about ten pounds , large but not fat in any way , sleek and heavy not with fat buit muscles. His face contorts , and canines are seen on not pearly white teeth , but teeth stained with crimson color. His gums are shown, pale pink , and the sour breath reachs my nasal cavities. My eyes start to burn from the strain of not blinking. 'Dont blink....Dont blink....Dont blink...' I think again. The cat hisses , more sour breath blown into my face , and splatters of salivia that I am sure is just as sour as his breath. 'Dont blink....Dont blink....Dont blink...' Though , I know to you , dear reader , this is only an animal. A cat. A pet. But , somewhere deep I belvieve that in some way this is not an animal, but some demon. And in some way , I believe that this is no ordinary cat to behold. And I believe this is no pet. And he is not a pet , Not in any way. I cant help it anymore, saltly liquid is streaming down my face , from not blinking, my eyes burning. "Vos!" I yell , and will admit in a somewhat crazed tone , a tone that does not normally pass my lips. But, he does not seem to react to the words shouted into his face , still not blinking. Though he is an ' animal ' his ability not to blink , not to refresh his orbs , amazes me in a way.Whether Cat, or demon as I believe , it is strange.I feel my lips part again to let the passage of words come through , to speak to the ' cat' . " Vass..." I murmer. "Praesul , glacious." But , he does not react once more, merely staring at me, in a way sayhing that he was stronger than me. That he was smarter than me. That he was better than me. 'EGO caedo , angelicia." I spoke to him , but still...He did not react. Did not blink. I follow suit , and lay back again , and with putting my head on the pillow , I relize how much energy sitting took. He does not react , just stands. He stands proudly over me , like I am a prey he has killed. But I am not dead. Not yet. Sir , or madam (Pardon me if I have gotten your gender wrong) , Do not think me insane at animals appearing....At fleeing from Cemetaries...At speaking to this ' animal ' in the fashion I am.'Dont blink....Dont blink....Dont blink....'I think once more. He stares , just waiting for me to do what I was trying not to. ' Dont blink!Dont blink!Dont blink!' I know my thoughts are becoming frantic , you dont need to remind me. Slowly , My eyelids start dropping , as the tears make a path once more down my skin. " Quadrious." I say in a final tone. 'DONT BLINK. DONT BLINK. DONT BLINK' Though I try to speak in a strong , controlled tone , it becomes shaky , breaking slightly. The 'cat' seems to smirk at my fear , and stand proudly over me still. His eyes show nothing in them , nothing but his dialated pupils. He stares still , his eyes reflecting my silver necklace that I have had since birth , a small raven intertwined with a pentacle , a five pointed star in a circle. The black beast contrasted against the pale colors of the room , choosing rather than dull lifeless hues to take on a dark color seen in midnight skies at new moon. He no longer is showing me his sharp teeth , but turning away and leaping off the bed , soon slipping between the curtains again.
