Disclaimer: the GW universe is not in my possession. Nor do I make any profit of it. I'm just a poor, penniless student.
Hi there, I've got one or two remarks to make. First of all, I was planning for my title to be Twilight, but in light of the recent succes of the namesakes, I decided that it could be seen as a crossover, which it isn't, and that I didn't want to compare my ramblings with such a work. Secondly, I forgot. Hm, it was rather important. Well, I'll let you know. Now, I won't keep you any longer. =)
Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone. Place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned. My beacon's been moved under moon and star. Where am I to go now that I've gone too far.
Soon you will come to know when the bullet hits the bone.
- Golden Earring, Twilight Zone
Twilight Zone
-Prologue-
A Featherless Dream
The room was pitch dark. No sound was heard except for the crazed murmur of the other inhabitant. A never-ending mantra of incoherent sentences.
'They will never find us. It's the second, the second! Don't put on the lights, no, not the lights.'
He sat crouched, tensed as if prepared to jump at the first sign, but was in fact paralysed. He couldn't move. The words struck a chord in him and rendered him helpless.
Then, the entire scene changed. The darkness vanished and left in its wake a blinding radiance that drowned out everything else and blinded him just as effectively as the darkness.
The mantra continued more fervently. The rhythm built up and the words were shouted louder and louder and rose and fell like the undulating waves in the midst of a turbulent sea storm.
He lost all sense of time and reason. The droning persisted and filled his mind till he felt it would burst. The light still robbed him of his eyesight. The torture continued endlessly till….
Silence. Absolute stillness. His ears rang. Then, a quiet murmur behind the closed door. A key pushed into the lock. The key was turned. The door creaked when it swung open. Heavy footsteps came closer till they stopped in front of him. The popping of joints.
Warm breath ghosting across his cheek. Whispering in his ear. 'You're too late.'
He shot up, panting heavily. Wide-eyed he looked across the room. Somewhere it registered that his eyesight was restored. This notion, alongside his renewed mobility, proved enough to shake himself out of the dream-induced stupor. He slowly calmed his breathing and his raging thoughts till his heart and mind no longer felt like bursting.
He took in the sight of the room and the scattered leaves on the floor. It wasn't till he felt the cold draft across his naked upper body that he realized the cause.
He flung the damp blanket away and headed for the open window. Gulping in the crisp morning air, he felt the last lingering tendrils of the dream retreat. He took in the view.
Surrounded by these centuries-old giants of nature, he felt humbled.
Men would be wise to realize their place in this world.
Phew, my first chappie. I was bored and suddenly felt this overpowering need to write and I decided, what the heck, why not post this and see if all my mumbling isn't worthless. I really hope you'll be so kind as to leave a review! (It isn't till you write something yourself, that you realise how necessary reviews are. Really, it startles me.)
I could really use some feedback on this short chappie of mine such as the first thing that comes to mind after reading this. Like vague or weird or worthless or good or really good... You get the drift. =)
My utmost gratitude for reading this! Now, if you could just press this button that says 'Review this Story/Chapter' you would make a very happy person. =)