Reprisal

Reprisal Script:
Setting: falshback, hallucination, ruined house
Characters: mysterious young man at the beginning, revealed later as Huzuma the main character
Play-actor, Huzumas persona in the dream


Chp. One: Before the naked eye

The smell of burning flesh hunted the deserted place. The soundless whispers of the wind played tunes through the bullet holes decorating the feeble walls; morbid tunes of emptiness and allusionary abandonment. The wind’s tail kept moving rapidly forward as if trying to reach some faceless end. The faceless cold hallway, dark and forlorn, finally reached an ending span. He who followed the wind’s trail reached the ending span as well. Scanning the room carefully all about, he spotted a seated lively corp. A shock ran through his body racing his heart beats. Advancing slowly toward the morbid living corp; the young man feared the nearing union. The face of misery gazed upon him as the young comer stared back at thrp lrp like man. Slowly, the young man reached down touching the weary cheek of his new found company.

Startlingly the contact was brusquely warm. Instinctively, the young man drew his hand away, thus the lively corp became a crop. He stood there, heart beating fast, holding his warmth bruised hand; as the corp vanished into thin air. dre dream!” his head kept reminding him, nevertheless, his mind scheme played such a realistic senario which mad it far way more rational than a mere fantasy. He closed his eyes briefly before continuing his vague search. Burning icy sweats trailed down his face making him quiver. For as how many times he walked this depraved path before; his memory failed to recognize the familiarity of his surroundings. An invisible force urging him seak the unknown of his dream reality; made him play this twisted dream till the end. “ But why?” he kept questioning his strange desire to reach the end, hence he could never remember what played in his latter dreams. Spotting the blood dropplets on the floor he decided to follow them. As he nearned the blood source the dropplets grew thicker and bigger.


Finally there was the source, him, sitting on the floor among three others. He gasped recognizing his face on that play-actor in front of him. He neared the party leisurely remembering this scene as a past.


Play-actor: “ They are dead, Huzuma!” he said motioning toward the other three
Huzuma: “ I know , I remember” He faced his immitator reaching to sit down
Play-actor: “ It’s nice that you can talk here, isn’t it ?” arching his head following Huzuma’s dropping movement
Huzuma: “………. Yes” he managed to say with a sigh as he reached the floor
Play-actor: “ Why did you come here?”
Huzuma: “ I don’t know” he said shaking his head
Play-actor: “ They are all dead you know” the impostor repeated
Huzuma: “ I know!” annoyed now, he reached and covered his head
Play-actor: “ Coward !”
Huzuma: “ shut up!” he shook his head violently.


As soon as the words escaped his tongue, the whole scene blinded into darkness and once again he was back in that familiar room staring at the blinking computer screen in front of him
“ I fell a sleep” his mind voice clued-in the bizarre explanation for his sudden blackout. His voice traped again in his throat; he continued with his mute routine.


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Hello it's nohra..well please leave any comments or anything ( nice or bad) O.o just kidding
that will really make my day since i started this .......yah..well the story might be vague at the beginning but good stuff to come later i hope
You can read the Reprisal through imagery here in this site too.,,,it;s mostly where i write my poems that relates to the story....so yah if u have time please check it out..and tell me what u think...... Nohra....lol Peace