Fire and Eyes
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
959
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Doorless Walls
Title: Fire and Eyes
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: R
Disclaimer: It's mine, how many times I gotta tell ya?
Archive: Yesserie-Bob!
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Doorless Walls
... They must have seen that they had broken him, because her screams had stopped by the time the sounds of his pleas faded into the emptiness. ...
For the first time in what seemed like ages, he heard the sound of something besides his own sobs: that of his own heart breaking and the death rattle of his soul. If they had killed her, there would be no reason for him to continue to exist, sane or otherwise.
He gave over entirely to his emotion. The desolation and loss crashed over him in waves and he could do nothing to slow their progress.
The sound of his weeping echoed off invisible, unyielding walls…walls that were not there before.
The fog within his mind cleared slowly as realization forced its way to the forefront of his conscious.
.
If there was a wall, that could mean there was a door, and that could mean a way to escape his void of torture. Or, he could be trapped within four doorless walls and he could spend the rest of his life searching for that door and never finding it.
He had to try.
His eyes flashed a momentary clear blue then changed to flecked hazel as he concentrated on the task at hand.
He groped along the floor, crawling on hands and bruised knees, intent on finding the place where the wall and floor met. His breathing was erratic and he could hear it bouncing off a wall that was very close by.
Tentatively, he reached his hand out and continued to move forward, his fingers finally coming into contact with cool, hard metal, the same thing they’d used to make the floor.
He had a sudden mental image of what it might look like if lights were turned on: it would be like sitting inside a cube of mirrors; he would see himself reflected millions of times over in every direction.
‘How maddening,’ he concluded before shutting down that train of thought.
He leaned against the wall, rising slowly. His knees and ankles cracked and popped as the bones realigned themselves within his joints, adjusting to the new strain of carrying his weight.
The gloom was oppressive and his eyes had begun to ache from the strain of trying to open his pupils wider than they could go in an effort to capture any light at all.
There was none to be found.
He groped sightlessly along the wall, leaning heavily on it as if to assure himself that it was still there and would remain there. His emotions cycled between flecked brown, electric blue and hazel.
Paranoia had begun to make his decisions for him and he was having a hard time fighting it off. His progress was slow at best, he tested the floor before him with the tips of his toes then gradually transferred his weight from his back foot to his front one; prepared to spring back should the floor begin to give out.
His eyes were the color of the finest dark chocolate as they stared blindly into the blackness that was only a shade darker.
Suddenly, the wall he’d been clutching to so desperately wasn’t. It just *wasn’t* anymore.
His weight had been so off center from leaning on the wall that he couldn’t recover and he sprawled on the cold floor. Navy blue hid the shock and momentary terror that followed his ungraceful descent.
He rose gingerly to his feet and managed to relocate the end of the wall. He stretched out from it, searching for anything solid. Navy blue now masked confusion, but only for a moment as he clear, sparkling blue broke through at the realization of what he was touching: a door frame. There was no door to speak of, though.
His brows creased over hazels eyes as he pondered this.
Then he saw it, or at least he thought he did. His mind was so warped by not being able to get oriented that he feared the little glimmer of light he saw in the distance was just another one of the many tiny lights that had been hovering in his field of vision since the beginning of this whole nightmare.
Curiosity prevailed over instinctual suspicion and he made his way haltingly towards the beacon, even as the other lights danced before his eyes with each step he took.
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Short? yes... Cliffie? You bet! (I'm almost known for them!)
Hope you're enjoying it so far!
RJsBB
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: R
Disclaimer: It's mine, how many times I gotta tell ya?
Archive: Yesserie-Bob!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Doorless Walls
... They must have seen that they had broken him, because her screams had stopped by the time the sounds of his pleas faded into the emptiness. ...
For the first time in what seemed like ages, he heard the sound of something besides his own sobs: that of his own heart breaking and the death rattle of his soul. If they had killed her, there would be no reason for him to continue to exist, sane or otherwise.
He gave over entirely to his emotion. The desolation and loss crashed over him in waves and he could do nothing to slow their progress.
The sound of his weeping echoed off invisible, unyielding walls…walls that were not there before.
The fog within his mind cleared slowly as realization forced its way to the forefront of his conscious.
.
If there was a wall, that could mean there was a door, and that could mean a way to escape his void of torture. Or, he could be trapped within four doorless walls and he could spend the rest of his life searching for that door and never finding it.
He had to try.
His eyes flashed a momentary clear blue then changed to flecked hazel as he concentrated on the task at hand.
He groped along the floor, crawling on hands and bruised knees, intent on finding the place where the wall and floor met. His breathing was erratic and he could hear it bouncing off a wall that was very close by.
Tentatively, he reached his hand out and continued to move forward, his fingers finally coming into contact with cool, hard metal, the same thing they’d used to make the floor.
He had a sudden mental image of what it might look like if lights were turned on: it would be like sitting inside a cube of mirrors; he would see himself reflected millions of times over in every direction.
‘How maddening,’ he concluded before shutting down that train of thought.
He leaned against the wall, rising slowly. His knees and ankles cracked and popped as the bones realigned themselves within his joints, adjusting to the new strain of carrying his weight.
The gloom was oppressive and his eyes had begun to ache from the strain of trying to open his pupils wider than they could go in an effort to capture any light at all.
There was none to be found.
He groped sightlessly along the wall, leaning heavily on it as if to assure himself that it was still there and would remain there. His emotions cycled between flecked brown, electric blue and hazel.
Paranoia had begun to make his decisions for him and he was having a hard time fighting it off. His progress was slow at best, he tested the floor before him with the tips of his toes then gradually transferred his weight from his back foot to his front one; prepared to spring back should the floor begin to give out.
His eyes were the color of the finest dark chocolate as they stared blindly into the blackness that was only a shade darker.
Suddenly, the wall he’d been clutching to so desperately wasn’t. It just *wasn’t* anymore.
His weight had been so off center from leaning on the wall that he couldn’t recover and he sprawled on the cold floor. Navy blue hid the shock and momentary terror that followed his ungraceful descent.
He rose gingerly to his feet and managed to relocate the end of the wall. He stretched out from it, searching for anything solid. Navy blue now masked confusion, but only for a moment as he clear, sparkling blue broke through at the realization of what he was touching: a door frame. There was no door to speak of, though.
His brows creased over hazels eyes as he pondered this.
Then he saw it, or at least he thought he did. His mind was so warped by not being able to get oriented that he feared the little glimmer of light he saw in the distance was just another one of the many tiny lights that had been hovering in his field of vision since the beginning of this whole nightmare.
Curiosity prevailed over instinctual suspicion and he made his way haltingly towards the beacon, even as the other lights danced before his eyes with each step he took.
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Short? yes... Cliffie? You bet! (I'm almost known for them!)
Hope you're enjoying it so far!
RJsBB