Death. They say it is a great equalizer. To me it was more an indication of mortality. Being able to die and move on after pain and suffering. Right now, I just wished I could die. The car was totaled, and my left arm was completely numb. Trying to stay awake was a struggle. The smell of oil and gas fumes shook me awake, I gazed over to my left side noticing a tree trunk in the sky, grass surrounding it. Moving any part of my body immediately reacted with pain. I attempted to free myself from the safety belt holding me in place, success was an arduous journey, especially for those going through hell. After what seemed to be an eternity of struggle, the belt came loose, and my body slumped onto the steering wheel. As I lifted my head I groaned in exhaustion, tears sweeping my eyes. I realized that I was stuck, my legs moved but could not wiggle out. Feeling tired and dizzy, my eyesight disappearing but still being conscience of my surrounding. I lay forward and decided to take a nap, after all not many would remember me. Death has finally become my true equalizer.
"Interesting, it seems that we have another rare subject. An equalizer, a human who sees mortality and accepts it." A humanoid being talked into a page observing, her voice was curious more than ever. "What to do, what to do…" her sarcastic voice echoed throughout the darkened building. "Let's have some fun with him!" She sounded ominous, plan after plan hatched and echoed now would be another stroke on her canvas.
Never thinking it could end. Never imagined it, but life is a cruel master. You only learn from these lessons too late; regrets linger and fade as time passes. Yet your soul remains. Music has always kept lingering longer than usual, but now a strange tune is playing to an unrecognizable rhythm. The smell of water filtering through my nose, memories returning to my fragile mind. Arising from a darkness where I lingered too long, my eyes still feel heavy. I watched my surroundings and noticed fireflies beating like a piano's notes. It seemed the forest had engulfed my vision and one thought echoed throughout my mind. 'Where am I?'
Wondering around the forest no grass just dead sticks everywhere. A familiar smell of bark lingered, I was limping as if the crash had affected me, but there was no pain, no lack of numbness. Wherever I was this must be my heaven. A silence that I have never encountered a peaceful state where nothing could go wrong. Alas this was not it as lights had glimmered throughout the evening giving away a secret not meant to be forgotten. The details revealed itself the moment I got to the edge watching a tall warrior with a spear, fighting a boy who was holding his own with nothing but what seemed to be an iron pipe. His entire body seemed to be encompassed in a blue suite, fighting with elegance and posture.
He had just kicked the boy across a small field and still he stood up. A resilience that few have. I quickly glanced around looking for something to help him, anything to get him to survive. Then the tune had returned a strange rhythm encompassed the air. Taking in a deep breath I could feel a strange power emanating around me, as if the notes could be used as weapons themselves. Focus was something lacking with me, but right now a life needed to be saved.