Warning:
This chapter contains drug usage/hallucinations. Nothing macabre, really, just a lot of confusion. If it bothers you that much, you could always just skip it.
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 5 |Trust Me and You Will See|
She drew him along behind her, left, right, right again, a series of lefts. For an eternity she led him down, down into the darkness that was her world. Winding deeper and darker down, almost as if to the center of the Earth itself. Finally she stopped, and he noticed for the first time that he was utterly and completely lost. At last they'd arrived at their intended destination, a dimly lit room a shabby old couch and chest of drawers. It was to this the unknown girl went, opening a drawer and rummaging around through a myriad of things that Legolas was unable to see. After a moment she found what she was looking for, and came back to him.
"Close your eyes for me, and put out your hand. Trust me."
He did so without question – perhaps it was the tone of her voice, the look in her eye. He could feel her put something almost insubstantial into the palm of his waiting hand. Unable to resist, he opened his eyes to have a peek. It certainly didn't look very impressive – a thin little square of…gelatin, maybe? Whatever it was, she didn't give him much of a chance to inspect the thing.
"Swallow it. Just do it."
Again, without thought or question, he did exactly as she said. And waited. There wasn't much at first, making him wonder if maybe she was playing some sort of game with him. That was, until the room got considerably colder, and he felt himself starting to sweat. Dazedly, as his heart began to beat faster, he wondered what she'd given him, what it might do to him. He didn't wonder long, as he soon lost coherent thought.
Something lunged at him out of the corner of his eye; he jumped backwards, tripping over something, and fell, fell into the dark…
— fear-need…HELP fallingfallingfalling
NO
dark-dark-light Too much light… SAVE me
too much light —
The shadow lunged out from under the couch, coming at him again. He yelled, lashed out, but the shadow engulfed his hand, spat it back out. Blood, orange-yellow-green blood, dripping downdowndown from his hand, back into the light-dark. He could hear it, the orange-yellow-green of it.
The couch was talking to him, he could see it whispering dark things, dark-light things that he couldn't-didn't understand. He leaned in to see it better, and fellfell again, soso deep into the light-dark.
He wasn't expecting the rat, gray and sickly-glowing crimson, gnashing, gnashing its teeth at him. And as the light-dark took him ever deeper, there was nothing, nothing but his screams…
This chapter contains drug usage/hallucinations. Nothing macabre, really, just a lot of confusion. If it bothers you that much, you could always just skip it.
Notations:
{thought}
\flashback/
[author insertion]
Chapter 5 |Trust Me and You Will See|
She drew him along behind her, left, right, right again, a series of lefts. For an eternity she led him down, down into the darkness that was her world. Winding deeper and darker down, almost as if to the center of the Earth itself. Finally she stopped, and he noticed for the first time that he was utterly and completely lost. At last they'd arrived at their intended destination, a dimly lit room a shabby old couch and chest of drawers. It was to this the unknown girl went, opening a drawer and rummaging around through a myriad of things that Legolas was unable to see. After a moment she found what she was looking for, and came back to him.
"Close your eyes for me, and put out your hand. Trust me."
He did so without question – perhaps it was the tone of her voice, the look in her eye. He could feel her put something almost insubstantial into the palm of his waiting hand. Unable to resist, he opened his eyes to have a peek. It certainly didn't look very impressive – a thin little square of…gelatin, maybe? Whatever it was, she didn't give him much of a chance to inspect the thing.
"Swallow it. Just do it."
Again, without thought or question, he did exactly as she said. And waited. There wasn't much at first, making him wonder if maybe she was playing some sort of game with him. That was, until the room got considerably colder, and he felt himself starting to sweat. Dazedly, as his heart began to beat faster, he wondered what she'd given him, what it might do to him. He didn't wonder long, as he soon lost coherent thought.
Something lunged at him out of the corner of his eye; he jumped backwards, tripping over something, and fell, fell into the dark…
— fear-need…HELP fallingfallingfalling
NO
dark-dark-light Too much light… SAVE me
too much light —
The shadow lunged out from under the couch, coming at him again. He yelled, lashed out, but the shadow engulfed his hand, spat it back out. Blood, orange-yellow-green blood, dripping downdowndown from his hand, back into the light-dark. He could hear it, the orange-yellow-green of it.
The couch was talking to him, he could see it whispering dark things, dark-light things that he couldn't-didn't understand. He leaned in to see it better, and fellfell again, soso deep into the light-dark.
He wasn't expecting the rat, gray and sickly-glowing crimson, gnashing, gnashing its teeth at him. And as the light-dark took him ever deeper, there was nothing, nothing but his screams…