Part 4
A time to be born, a time to die
I open up my eys, to a world of colors, I can see now. I could skip now. I look around. I am in my room, it had all been a dream. A dream. It had been a dream. I hear voices outside, my housemates, I could almost skip. If they are up that means it saturday, and I have the weekend off this weekend. I can work on my paintings. I start to get up but something is restricting me. Heavy leather straps are keeping me onto the bed. I want to work on my paintings though, I need to finish them before Monday, and why am I being strapped down."Hey, Hey, let me out of here, I need to finish my paintings."
My Housemate, Timothy Jaden, aka Jaden, comes into my room in a strange manner, almost as if he is running backwards. "Doog own rouy rof is tI!Gnimaercs uoy rea yhw? Uoy raeh nac I? " He garbles at me.
"What? Will you speak English?"I cry out, why is he speaking in a foreign language. Jaden had never been one to pick up foreign languages easily, so why was he speaking to him in one.His unruly brown mop of hair falls away from his face. This starles me, what is going on here? I wonder how he did that, I try to watch his face. I can't read anything, just his usual dopey look.
"t'nera uoy! Hsilgne gnikaeps ma I!" He garbles at me, and backward marches out of the room.
Then, it hits me the music in the background is backwards, making Benny Goodman's clarinet sound almost demonic. I glance at my watch. Its running backwards. What in the world? I glance up at my paintings, they are facing the opposite direction, it can't be. That means I am still stuck in that hell hole with Arnaud and I am about to die. That means the chemicals are running through my body, to keep me sleep, and also to keep me blind.
I close my eyes, I am woken up to the sound of swing music. I open my eyes, and I am in a forties cafe. I can see the Effiel Tower in the background, this must be Paris. I notice Nazi flags scattered around the cafe, I myself am dressed in a zoot suit, a feathered fedora on my head. My name is Pierre Ciel, I am a dectective, not really on either side, I can be axis one day, and allie the next. A cigarette girl , who reminds me of Alex, comes up to me, she's not Alex though, I know she's my main squeeze, Antoinette debeau. "Can I get you something, sweet?" She asks with a heavy french accent.
I give her a dashing smile. She giggles. "A brown cow, sugar."
"Certainly, hon." She says and scurries off to go get my chocolate milkshake.
I like it here, it beats being Albert Eberts, I know its just a fictional world, I fabricated, an idea for a novel, I have been throwing around for years. I know I will have to wake up eventually, and face more of that Swiss Miss' torture, but right now I am content.No one is speaking backwards here, I can live in my fictional world. Too bad I know its a dream.
Two german officers, one who reminds me of Hobbes, and the other of Darien come up to talk to me. "Gutentag, Commrade, ve may have a case for your little agency?" The one that looks like Hobbes answers.
"Gutentag, and what exactly does this case involve, chums." I ask cheerfully, as I pull a silver cigarette box from my coat pocket, pull out a cigarette, the one that looks like Darien offers me a light. I accept graciously, and wait for them to answer.
"I am Sgt. Supicious, and this is kommandant Undseen. Ve vould like you to catch this man." He looks around paranoidly, to make sure no one is watching.
Kommandant Unseen pulls out a piece of paper. "This is Die Fohn. Ve vant you to kill him, can you do it?" I keep myself from laughing at his polka style accent, as opposed to Supicious's heavy brogue.
"I do not kill you know that." I tell them, blowing a little of the smoke from my cigarette in the general direction of their faces.
Antoinette comes back with my milkshake. "Merci, Beaucoup." I say, kissing her hand, she giggles, and walks away shyly.
Two people step into the cafe, and a hush falls over. "Not another air raid!" Supicious mumbles, "And vhy do they have to send, Chandler Die Grande Earthquake et Madame de Keepie. "
"Its not an air raid." Undseen says.
"Attention all, an air raid will commence in twenty minutes, as soon as we get the message from the air craft Quicksilver." Chandler Die Grande EarthQuake shouts.
"Get up fool, get up!" Someone shouts in my ear. I open my eyes. I can't see.I blink hard, when is this substance in my eyes, going to wear off. "Get up!" I hear in my ear again, another needle is stabbed into my arm. "You fool, he should have only needed one reviving shot." I hear someone getting smacked in the back of the head.
I try to get up, and someone drags me to my feet. "March!" I try to pick my feet up but my legs won't budge. I am pushed forward. I stumble. Groaning a little, that hurts. Someone catches me, and slaps me hard across the face. "Move, Move!!!!"
I try to move quickly, it is a slow process though, my whole body is in pain.
I am able to walk for about thirty minutes -or- so of walking, my knees, and back lock out. I am shoved harshly in the back and fall flat on my face in the sand.
(more to come)
A time to be born, a time to die
I open up my eys, to a world of colors, I can see now. I could skip now. I look around. I am in my room, it had all been a dream. A dream. It had been a dream. I hear voices outside, my housemates, I could almost skip. If they are up that means it saturday, and I have the weekend off this weekend. I can work on my paintings. I start to get up but something is restricting me. Heavy leather straps are keeping me onto the bed. I want to work on my paintings though, I need to finish them before Monday, and why am I being strapped down."Hey, Hey, let me out of here, I need to finish my paintings."
My Housemate, Timothy Jaden, aka Jaden, comes into my room in a strange manner, almost as if he is running backwards. "Doog own rouy rof is tI!Gnimaercs uoy rea yhw? Uoy raeh nac I? " He garbles at me.
"What? Will you speak English?"I cry out, why is he speaking in a foreign language. Jaden had never been one to pick up foreign languages easily, so why was he speaking to him in one.His unruly brown mop of hair falls away from his face. This starles me, what is going on here? I wonder how he did that, I try to watch his face. I can't read anything, just his usual dopey look.
"t'nera uoy! Hsilgne gnikaeps ma I!" He garbles at me, and backward marches out of the room.
Then, it hits me the music in the background is backwards, making Benny Goodman's clarinet sound almost demonic. I glance at my watch. Its running backwards. What in the world? I glance up at my paintings, they are facing the opposite direction, it can't be. That means I am still stuck in that hell hole with Arnaud and I am about to die. That means the chemicals are running through my body, to keep me sleep, and also to keep me blind.
I close my eyes, I am woken up to the sound of swing music. I open my eyes, and I am in a forties cafe. I can see the Effiel Tower in the background, this must be Paris. I notice Nazi flags scattered around the cafe, I myself am dressed in a zoot suit, a feathered fedora on my head. My name is Pierre Ciel, I am a dectective, not really on either side, I can be axis one day, and allie the next. A cigarette girl , who reminds me of Alex, comes up to me, she's not Alex though, I know she's my main squeeze, Antoinette debeau. "Can I get you something, sweet?" She asks with a heavy french accent.
I give her a dashing smile. She giggles. "A brown cow, sugar."
"Certainly, hon." She says and scurries off to go get my chocolate milkshake.
I like it here, it beats being Albert Eberts, I know its just a fictional world, I fabricated, an idea for a novel, I have been throwing around for years. I know I will have to wake up eventually, and face more of that Swiss Miss' torture, but right now I am content.No one is speaking backwards here, I can live in my fictional world. Too bad I know its a dream.
Two german officers, one who reminds me of Hobbes, and the other of Darien come up to talk to me. "Gutentag, Commrade, ve may have a case for your little agency?" The one that looks like Hobbes answers.
"Gutentag, and what exactly does this case involve, chums." I ask cheerfully, as I pull a silver cigarette box from my coat pocket, pull out a cigarette, the one that looks like Darien offers me a light. I accept graciously, and wait for them to answer.
"I am Sgt. Supicious, and this is kommandant Undseen. Ve vould like you to catch this man." He looks around paranoidly, to make sure no one is watching.
Kommandant Unseen pulls out a piece of paper. "This is Die Fohn. Ve vant you to kill him, can you do it?" I keep myself from laughing at his polka style accent, as opposed to Supicious's heavy brogue.
"I do not kill you know that." I tell them, blowing a little of the smoke from my cigarette in the general direction of their faces.
Antoinette comes back with my milkshake. "Merci, Beaucoup." I say, kissing her hand, she giggles, and walks away shyly.
Two people step into the cafe, and a hush falls over. "Not another air raid!" Supicious mumbles, "And vhy do they have to send, Chandler Die Grande Earthquake et Madame de Keepie. "
"Its not an air raid." Undseen says.
"Attention all, an air raid will commence in twenty minutes, as soon as we get the message from the air craft Quicksilver." Chandler Die Grande EarthQuake shouts.
"Get up fool, get up!" Someone shouts in my ear. I open my eyes. I can't see.I blink hard, when is this substance in my eyes, going to wear off. "Get up!" I hear in my ear again, another needle is stabbed into my arm. "You fool, he should have only needed one reviving shot." I hear someone getting smacked in the back of the head.
I try to get up, and someone drags me to my feet. "March!" I try to pick my feet up but my legs won't budge. I am pushed forward. I stumble. Groaning a little, that hurts. Someone catches me, and slaps me hard across the face. "Move, Move!!!!"
I try to move quickly, it is a slow process though, my whole body is in pain.
I am able to walk for about thirty minutes -or- so of walking, my knees, and back lock out. I am shoved harshly in the back and fall flat on my face in the sand.
(more to come)