Under dark cover
Written by Nerzuhl
Prologue
Drip drip drip drip drip, thump, thump, a small flicker of light, gone, thump, my head throbs, dark clots, blood, small rivulets, thump, of it flooding my eyes, thump. Danger! Must get up, get my bearings, be ready... An old man shouting "Be READY!", spittle flying from his mottled lips... Thump, must get up, rub eyes, more blood, try to stand. PAIN, pain everywhere, fall, thump, thump, drip. Shattered glass, under my fingers, my back, in my head, everywhere. Blinking furiously, light, tears, spatters of blood on glass, a holy beauty ... temple, crimson light through the stained glass, a ritual, NO, must stay awake, must get UP! Thump, light again, back where I belong, look around. A woman, cruel smile, talking, must listen, is this real? "... but it doesn't matter now, does it?", she asks me, "Because you are dead Nerzuhl, twang, you're dead." Laughing, a twang, CHEST! PAIN! No breath, what is blood to air if you must breathe? I drown in the waters of my pain and blood, the glass in my hands is crushed in convulsion, digging in my skin. Dark, deep dark, even the pain is remote now...
"If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug her in my arms."
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure