Well... Been a while, huh. I'm sorry. I really am! It's not that I have been too busy to write, haven't had the inspiration or any other excuse I've ever used. Plain and simple, I've just not rote. And a much as I've meant to, it hasn't helped. Instead of doing something actually productive, I've logged 18 hours, two days worth of time into one game in less than a week. I haven't problems with time or imagination... I just haven't been bothered about something that means so much to me. *Sigh* Anyway. You haven't come here to be bummed out by my complaints about myself. At least, I hope you haven't. Anyways, here's the next chapter of Gamma station. I hope you enjoy!
I'm running. I'm just running. I don't know why I'm running, just that I must. That, if I stop, bad things will happen. Everything else is just beyond my fingers. My name is in there, my head, I just can't grab hold of that and say it. Every time I try, It won't leave the tip of my tongue. I don't know for how long I've been running either. It feels like I've been running for hours, mentally at least, but my body is acting like I've been only running for minutes. suddenly, the scene changes. It's violent, the change. Sudden, like the change of a thought. I'm now towering above a person, a man. Big with a look of horror and fear plastered on his eyes. I can sense it. hear it in the way his heart is beating, taste the sweat pouring off him. I savour the feeling. I hate this man. He hurt someone dear to me. His name. What's his name? Shaun.
'Is that me?' I think. 'No. No that's the name of the person this man hurt.I'm looking into this mans' eyes, staring deep inside him like they're the gateway into his mind. He blinks, and in the split second it takes him to, he's screaming in agony. I rip into him, tearing apart his flesh as easily one would an old rag. All the while, drinking up his screams.
'Don't you ever hurt him. He's mine! You will not take him from me, not you, not anyone, even deaths' call!' I tear into him again, this time hitting something important. His voice stops abruptly, now replaced by a gurgling, bubbling, bloody froth. How he's still alive is beyond me.
'You will suffer until the life leaves you.' Even though he's finished, I tear into him more, ripping out organs and tearing off limbs. Leaving nothing connected to anything else.
'He hurt Shaun, he hurt Shaun!' The only thought going through my head. That and, 'Make him suffer' I do, tearing at him again and again, savouring the feeling of his flesh, sinew, and bone underneath my claws and teeth. After a good five minutes of this, I finally realize he died a long while ago.I stand up, taking a deep breath, partly of tiredness but mostly out of satisfaction. I hear a noise and look to see a form on the floor, chest heaving violently.
The scene changes again, although this time, much gentler. But not welcomes. Everything becomes incredibly tight, my arms and legs practically glued together, it's so tight. I feel clawed arms holding me, with thin, long legs around my legs. A tail looping around them too, streaking up my torso. The grip becomes tighter as I come to my senses. I'm Shaun, not whoever was on the ground. No, it was me who was o the ground. Then who was that who was attacking Shane? The grip around me tightens, and I notice a long, terrifying head of what can only be described as a monster is resting against mine. That, combined with the confusion racing around in my mind and the tightness, something happens. The once black but not black room suddenly has some form colour, although not much... My eyes open and in a blind panic, I struggle against my holder. I'm quick to escape and I immediately race towards the thin line of light coming from underneath a door. It doesn't take me long to reach it and I feel around for the handle. I quickly find it and, with quite a bit of effort, I pull it open. As I do, my elbow connects with something behind me. I don't care, all I care about is space. I need space, more space, familiar space. Partly shielding my eyes, I gun it down the corridor, looking out for any sign that might hint to where I am.
'Shaun,' A voice says in the back of my head. And accompanying it, a sharp pain. I shake my head, pushing aside the feeling of intrusion. I look up and upon seeing a sign saying 'B2', I let out a slight sigh of relief. I'm not too far from my quarters. I turn to the right, ducking into a room that was once a canteen. Now, it's just overturned tables and chairs and food scattered across the floor. I make my way through the mess, not slowing down as I do. I quickly make my way to the other side, bursting through the door, skidding into a left turn. Still running, I race down the corridor, continuously slamming on the button on my door when I reach it. It silently opens and I fall through. I close and lock it, scooting back to a wall and curl up and simply breath. Nothing like this has happened in a long time, panic attacks. I used to get them when I was a kid, I didn't like the packed hallways of secondary school or the noisiness of primary. So, I just sat there, trying my best to control my breathing, although it rarely helped back then. And it doesn't now either.
After what seems like hours, I calm down. Looking up from my knees, the first thing my eyes fall on is my old, more like ancient, CD player. It's an antique but I brought it with me. Partly as a physical memory of my home and partly to play my equally ancient CDs. It's worth a lot of money.S o much so that when one of my twats of colleagues picked it up and threatened to break it, I walked over, calmly took it from him and then knocked him out. I was having a bad day. I rarely played it. Only when I was at my worst did I play it. Basically, whenever I nearly broke down or felt like my attacks were gonna come back. Thankfully, they never did. Until now, of course. And so, I got up off the floor and walked over to it. Upon inspection, I am relieved to find that it's completely undamaged and that there was a disk in it already. Turning it on, I sat down and took a deep breath, listening to an ancient classic.
"It's my life, It's now or never,
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive.
It's my life.
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said, I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive.
It's my life."
TADA! I'm back! As I said before, I'm really sorry that it's been so, so long since I last put anything up. Anyhow, there's no point in repeating myself. So, I hope you enjoyed and sorry if it's not as good as other chapters, it's been a really really long time since I've written. Anyway, I hope you enjoy regardless. See ya!