Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everworld characters.
Also, the NEW and (hopefully) FINAL style the flashbacks are going to be in
is this: FLASH!! Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Alex wandered aimlessly through the jungle, looking around him with wonder. Each time he turned around, he saw something new. A tie-dye bird with four wings fluttered by him as a boar the size of a mouse harrumphed its unhappiness at being disturbed. As he moved on, the light faded. Almost instantly, the night sky emerged and billions of stars twinkled merrily. The vastness of this jewel-studded velvet made him feel smaller than the boar had been.
He wandered onward, not feeling tiered in the least little bit. Something seemed off here in this tranquil paradise, but he could not quite grasp it. This strangeness pestered him for many more footsteps, until it hit him. It was not one strange thing, but two. The first was that there was no moon. Back home, it was supposed to be a full moon that night. The second was that it had been morning when he had escaped from the police, and now it was night. Alex could not believe that he had been traveling for more than three hours.
These thoughts quickly vanished when a deep rumbling noise boomed right in front of him. Alex froze in fear, thoughts vanishing, instinct taking over. The noise came again, even louder than before. Suddenly two shaggy elephants burst out in front of him, carrying a bamboo cage between them. Goblins with bat-like wings and jagged swords paraded around the mammoths, cackling devilishly. To his horror, Alex witnessed the bedraggled occupants gripping the cage bars. They were covered in filth, with sunken eyes, ratty clothes, and pale skin. Rib, shoulder, and elbow bones were visible under their pallid flesh.
He turned to bolt, but by then it was already too late. The goblins had spotted him. One flung a weighted net out at him. It whipped through the air, and rapped around his head, knocking him unconscious. His last real thought was of his mother, and how much he loved her.
FLASH!!
Finally, he had found it: the oil jug. His dad, if that is what you could call him, always kept one for his car. There was only one more thing he needed, and then his plan could be put into action. Slowly, cautiously, he navigated back through the garage and climbed up the stairs.
Alex wandered aimlessly through the jungle, looking around him with wonder. Each time he turned around, he saw something new. A tie-dye bird with four wings fluttered by him as a boar the size of a mouse harrumphed its unhappiness at being disturbed. As he moved on, the light faded. Almost instantly, the night sky emerged and billions of stars twinkled merrily. The vastness of this jewel-studded velvet made him feel smaller than the boar had been.
He wandered onward, not feeling tiered in the least little bit. Something seemed off here in this tranquil paradise, but he could not quite grasp it. This strangeness pestered him for many more footsteps, until it hit him. It was not one strange thing, but two. The first was that there was no moon. Back home, it was supposed to be a full moon that night. The second was that it had been morning when he had escaped from the police, and now it was night. Alex could not believe that he had been traveling for more than three hours.
These thoughts quickly vanished when a deep rumbling noise boomed right in front of him. Alex froze in fear, thoughts vanishing, instinct taking over. The noise came again, even louder than before. Suddenly two shaggy elephants burst out in front of him, carrying a bamboo cage between them. Goblins with bat-like wings and jagged swords paraded around the mammoths, cackling devilishly. To his horror, Alex witnessed the bedraggled occupants gripping the cage bars. They were covered in filth, with sunken eyes, ratty clothes, and pale skin. Rib, shoulder, and elbow bones were visible under their pallid flesh.
He turned to bolt, but by then it was already too late. The goblins had spotted him. One flung a weighted net out at him. It whipped through the air, and rapped around his head, knocking him unconscious. His last real thought was of his mother, and how much he loved her.
FLASH!!
Finally, he had found it: the oil jug. His dad, if that is what you could call him, always kept one for his car. There was only one more thing he needed, and then his plan could be put into action. Slowly, cautiously, he navigated back through the garage and climbed up the stairs.