First of all, Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine, blah, blah, blah, same old,
same old, you know the drill, okay?
Awesome! Today is my first break from all my studying and schoolwork! I've been staying up late, waking up early, which has just thrown my body out of its usual cycle, so :::head falls on keyboard::: Whoa! Oops, :::nervous laugh::: Alright, this is what I'm calling "intermission" my definition is different from the dictionary definition. This is not a break; this is filling in space due to temporary writer's block or too much schoolwork.
This Intermission is a DREAM SEQUENCE that I had written a few days ago. It was supposed to go in later on, but I figured if I entered it in now that a different section may make sense or make no sense at all (this is a paradox, this sentence is). Anyway, it's similar to a series of dreams I had before, which inspired me to write this. It will be confusing, since dreams are, usually, so it will be jumping from "scene to scene." Well, enjoy!
Dream Sequence
Yamato was sitting on the floor under his desk during class. His hands were covering his hears, his attempt to silence the world. He was irritated with his teacher's incomprehensible droned lecture. Somehow he was able to tell, though, that it wasn't his teacher, but someone else.
** Who is that? **
His eyes were opened and now he focused his attention on the drone. No one was surrounding him, yet he was able to hear and sense the other students. The droning voice was still standing out, even through a small ring of laughter.
** I know that voice, but who is it? **
The voice was filling Yamato's head, causing him to close his eyes to listen better. His attention well drawn, he couldn't tell if it was female or male. He started to rock back and forth before it began to consume him and drove him into anger, causing him to shoot off the floor. He pointed his finger in the direction where he had last heard the droning voice the loudest.
"Who the hell are you!?"
He opened his eyes, only to see a sea of flowers. It was a large field filled with flowers of every kind imaginable. He turned around and saw nothing but flowers. It was unreal, maybe surreal even in this state. He took a step forward, until fire shot out of the ground, consuming whatever was in that end. He covered his eyes to keep the flame out of his eyes as he took another step back. Fire erupted from behind him, blocking him from two sections. The head drove him to run to the only open spot he had. The fire chased after him, not letting him escape from its wrath.
He found himself running off a cliff. He fell nearly twenty feet into water as the fire that was above him flew into the air and filled the sky with its rage. The fire began to continue its chase down the hill after him. He hit the water and felt himself sink to the bottom, only seven or ten feet from the top. He looked up as the flames danced above the surface.
** So this is the way I'm going to die? I guess I do deserve to die. Everyone will be happy when I'm gone. I'm sorry. **
Mat felt someone grab him and pull him out of the water.
"NO. You're not going to die on me! I still need you. I'm not done with you yet."
Who was that? He knew that it was a girl. Yamato was about to look at the person that took him out of the water when something grabbed onto his foot, yanking him into the ocean for a second time. He felt like he had been down for minutes, feeling his lungs tighten from lack of air, but he wasn't hitting the sea floor. He started to struggle, feeling his lungs burning. The thing wrapped itself around his arms and torso, giving him another tug deeper into the water.
Yamato continued to struggle, afraid of drowning, but something was changing. He was breathing, but the panic had seeped in far enough that he didn't care. He tried to kick at whatever was taking him into a darkness that was erupting.
** The dark isn't safe! I want out! Let me go! I want to leave! Help! **
A seemingly relaxing hum erupted from whatever was restricting his movements. It was a deep bell sound that filled the water. It was almost telling him to calm down, that everything was going to be okay, but the fear was deeply set. The darkness was engulfing him quickly and his panic quickened. He could see air escaping from him as he opened his mouth to scream.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" he yelled before he found himself in a classroom.
He looked around, finding himself sitting at a desk. It wasn't his desk or his room. He stood up and walked to the window, noting a bit of unfamiliarity. This wasn't his school either. Where was he? Laughing came lightly from behind the classroom door. He sauntered over to it and opened it, seeing the halls completely empty. He walked to the end of the hall, catching a staircase, noting that he was on the second floor.
"He's dead," he heard a woman say. "He died after I taught him the arts. I shouldn't have let him go out and practice them on his own. I should have gone with him, but not he's gone. He's dead. I promised to take care of him and now he's dead, it's my fault. He was so young, it should have been me. He was my responsibility, my pupil, my friend, and I let him die. I should have been the one to die."
He started to walk down the staircase, wishing to see who was there. Once at the end, he noted a kid in an odd uniform he had never seen. He was about to walk up to the kid when the child ran down the corridor, disappearing at the end. He took the final step off the stairs only to be consumed by a flash of light as a screech filled every crevice of the halls.
Yamato slowly opened his eyes, his heart pounding against his chest. He got off the bed and started to breathe slowly to steady his heartbeat, not wishing to remember the scream.
Awesome! Today is my first break from all my studying and schoolwork! I've been staying up late, waking up early, which has just thrown my body out of its usual cycle, so :::head falls on keyboard::: Whoa! Oops, :::nervous laugh::: Alright, this is what I'm calling "intermission" my definition is different from the dictionary definition. This is not a break; this is filling in space due to temporary writer's block or too much schoolwork.
This Intermission is a DREAM SEQUENCE that I had written a few days ago. It was supposed to go in later on, but I figured if I entered it in now that a different section may make sense or make no sense at all (this is a paradox, this sentence is). Anyway, it's similar to a series of dreams I had before, which inspired me to write this. It will be confusing, since dreams are, usually, so it will be jumping from "scene to scene." Well, enjoy!
Dream Sequence
Yamato was sitting on the floor under his desk during class. His hands were covering his hears, his attempt to silence the world. He was irritated with his teacher's incomprehensible droned lecture. Somehow he was able to tell, though, that it wasn't his teacher, but someone else.
** Who is that? **
His eyes were opened and now he focused his attention on the drone. No one was surrounding him, yet he was able to hear and sense the other students. The droning voice was still standing out, even through a small ring of laughter.
** I know that voice, but who is it? **
The voice was filling Yamato's head, causing him to close his eyes to listen better. His attention well drawn, he couldn't tell if it was female or male. He started to rock back and forth before it began to consume him and drove him into anger, causing him to shoot off the floor. He pointed his finger in the direction where he had last heard the droning voice the loudest.
"Who the hell are you!?"
He opened his eyes, only to see a sea of flowers. It was a large field filled with flowers of every kind imaginable. He turned around and saw nothing but flowers. It was unreal, maybe surreal even in this state. He took a step forward, until fire shot out of the ground, consuming whatever was in that end. He covered his eyes to keep the flame out of his eyes as he took another step back. Fire erupted from behind him, blocking him from two sections. The head drove him to run to the only open spot he had. The fire chased after him, not letting him escape from its wrath.
He found himself running off a cliff. He fell nearly twenty feet into water as the fire that was above him flew into the air and filled the sky with its rage. The fire began to continue its chase down the hill after him. He hit the water and felt himself sink to the bottom, only seven or ten feet from the top. He looked up as the flames danced above the surface.
** So this is the way I'm going to die? I guess I do deserve to die. Everyone will be happy when I'm gone. I'm sorry. **
Mat felt someone grab him and pull him out of the water.
"NO. You're not going to die on me! I still need you. I'm not done with you yet."
Who was that? He knew that it was a girl. Yamato was about to look at the person that took him out of the water when something grabbed onto his foot, yanking him into the ocean for a second time. He felt like he had been down for minutes, feeling his lungs tighten from lack of air, but he wasn't hitting the sea floor. He started to struggle, feeling his lungs burning. The thing wrapped itself around his arms and torso, giving him another tug deeper into the water.
Yamato continued to struggle, afraid of drowning, but something was changing. He was breathing, but the panic had seeped in far enough that he didn't care. He tried to kick at whatever was taking him into a darkness that was erupting.
** The dark isn't safe! I want out! Let me go! I want to leave! Help! **
A seemingly relaxing hum erupted from whatever was restricting his movements. It was a deep bell sound that filled the water. It was almost telling him to calm down, that everything was going to be okay, but the fear was deeply set. The darkness was engulfing him quickly and his panic quickened. He could see air escaping from him as he opened his mouth to scream.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" he yelled before he found himself in a classroom.
He looked around, finding himself sitting at a desk. It wasn't his desk or his room. He stood up and walked to the window, noting a bit of unfamiliarity. This wasn't his school either. Where was he? Laughing came lightly from behind the classroom door. He sauntered over to it and opened it, seeing the halls completely empty. He walked to the end of the hall, catching a staircase, noting that he was on the second floor.
"He's dead," he heard a woman say. "He died after I taught him the arts. I shouldn't have let him go out and practice them on his own. I should have gone with him, but not he's gone. He's dead. I promised to take care of him and now he's dead, it's my fault. He was so young, it should have been me. He was my responsibility, my pupil, my friend, and I let him die. I should have been the one to die."
He started to walk down the staircase, wishing to see who was there. Once at the end, he noted a kid in an odd uniform he had never seen. He was about to walk up to the kid when the child ran down the corridor, disappearing at the end. He took the final step off the stairs only to be consumed by a flash of light as a screech filled every crevice of the halls.
Yamato slowly opened his eyes, his heart pounding against his chest. He got off the bed and started to breathe slowly to steady his heartbeat, not wishing to remember the scream.