---- Dreams and Visions, Natsume
... Blood... Hell... Is it the Rapture, right before the
Apocalypse... No!... It's HIM... A book... A book upon a
pedastal... No, not upon, but... floating... yes, floating...
It is hideous!... Souls who've touched it scream to me... This
is evil... Keep me from looking at it!...
Natsumi, pale and gaunt, was lying perfectly still. Her eyes
where closed, as if from sleep, but the words she cried out were
desperate, frantic, and terrified. Her slight body did not
thrast about as if she suffered from a nightmare. No, she was
in trance, and her body lay still like death.
... The man... No... Don't let me look at him... He is evil,
I know!...
Her voice silenced once more as visions upon visions assaulted
her fragile mind's eye. Natsumi's chapped lips worked, but no
sound came out. The images she experienced now came and gone
too fast for her to speak of. Then, she screamed, and she sat
upright. But her eyes were still closed as sleeping deeply.
... THE SOUL HAS COME FOR A VESSEL!!
She breathed in sharply, waking herself from the trance. Her
eyes were aware but tired, and her tiny frame was cramped from
not moving. Sighing, she stated the time of day and the date.
She also stated anything major in the news, just for reference's
sake.
Natsumi rose and stood from the psychiatric couch that was set
in the spacious room. It was the only thing there, anyway,
except for the four microphones set up in the upper corners of
the room. Tired and a bit light-headed, Natsumi smoothed out
her matted hair as she walk out the windowless room.
Then, she collected the recording of her rantings to give to her
guardians.
... Blood... Hell... Is it the Rapture, right before the
Apocalypse... No!... It's HIM... A book... A book upon a
pedastal... No, not upon, but... floating... yes, floating...
It is hideous!... Souls who've touched it scream to me... This
is evil... Keep me from looking at it!...
Natsumi, pale and gaunt, was lying perfectly still. Her eyes
where closed, as if from sleep, but the words she cried out were
desperate, frantic, and terrified. Her slight body did not
thrast about as if she suffered from a nightmare. No, she was
in trance, and her body lay still like death.
... The man... No... Don't let me look at him... He is evil,
I know!...
Her voice silenced once more as visions upon visions assaulted
her fragile mind's eye. Natsumi's chapped lips worked, but no
sound came out. The images she experienced now came and gone
too fast for her to speak of. Then, she screamed, and she sat
upright. But her eyes were still closed as sleeping deeply.
... THE SOUL HAS COME FOR A VESSEL!!
She breathed in sharply, waking herself from the trance. Her
eyes were aware but tired, and her tiny frame was cramped from
not moving. Sighing, she stated the time of day and the date.
She also stated anything major in the news, just for reference's
sake.
Natsumi rose and stood from the psychiatric couch that was set
in the spacious room. It was the only thing there, anyway,
except for the four microphones set up in the upper corners of
the room. Tired and a bit light-headed, Natsumi smoothed out
her matted hair as she walk out the windowless room.
Then, she collected the recording of her rantings to give to her
guardians.