So, I was hanging out on the katara_zuko lj group and skylar0grace posted about doing a music shuffle challenge. I decided to do the challenge, too. Put your music on shuffle, write for the duration of the song. This is what came of it. I wrote for 10 songs, and here's the first.
I'll give a warning here, too. This is M for graphic violence. You are warned.
Water Pressure - Petri Alanko (Alan Wake soundtrack)
There was always something lurking around the corner, some sharp object waiting to impale him. Sokka tried to run, but his feet were always tripping over each other. He hadn't been a clumsy boy since he was six, but it never seemed to matter when it really needed to matter.
Space sword was gone. It was in his hand one second, but when he went to swipe at a face, it was gone, dissolved into a harmless piece of wood. Which, of course, caught fire. That was always a big part of his fear; he didn't want to catch fire, and because he thought of it, he could see it. He was standing in front of himself, except he was on fire, and that smell, that smell it made his stomach churn, and he wanted to throw up, but his eyes were transfixed, his body glued to the spot. He had to watch himself burn, his skin crispen and turn black, black black, break through and bloody pink spilling down his cheeks.
All at once, the fire would flare, and mercifully, he would be consumed all at once. Mercifully, he could never hear himself scream, but in the last flare up of light, he could see shapes in the distance, just hovering on the edge of the light. Dancing on the edge of the light. Perhaps it was just too dark and he couldn't see his space sword. But he did. He did then, because it was poking through his stomach, red and glistening and black and red and his blood was dripping down it, plop plop plop on the ground, but there was no pain, for which he was grateful.
But he looked up, and he was back in the Fire Nation, and everything was on fire, even when it shouldn't be. The temple, the temple, the houses, they were burning, bodies were burning, and again that smell, sickening, and it was blood that came out of his mouth, not bile, not acid burning his throat, which would be a welcome relief.