Misfit: Short Sweet and to the point, Hope you like it
Jace could feel something in the air around him, something strong and fragrant…What was that…His mind wondered slowly, his lips felt cracked and dry. His tongue wiggled out form between closed lips and licked at the chapped skin. His eyelids rose slowly, almost painfully. He moved one hand to his hair, running it through the almost greasy blondish locks. He let his fingers linger in his hair for a little bit longer, before his stomach started to rumble hungrily.
He went to run his other hand over his bare ribs when he felt the post – burnt feeling awaken in his hand. Damn, he had forgotten about that. Suddenly the air seemed thicker, almost foggy….Jace couldn't help it went he started to cough, at first it was a tickle in the back of his throat and it slowly turned into a hacking that seemed to cloud his head. Sitting up and yet bent over the side of his mattress he felt his throat closing up, he felt himself flush; all the color seemed to drain out of him. He tried to sand up and couldn't he felt so dizzy. He smelled the air one more time and realized what was wrong – he had forgotten to turn off the stove!
He forced his legs to move, even though the felt like they would collapse at any time. He pressed forward into the kitchen, looking around the smoky apartment, his eyes instantly going to the raging fire that was in the kitchen, someplace in the distance an alarm sounded, probably down the hall or something – he hadn't replaced the batteries in his since he was 20; still young and stupid and caring if he burnt to death or not.
The orange glow flooded the room, although outside it seemed like midnight the yellow light danced across the walls with the movement of the flames. He felt his head spin and turn, twisting inside his skull. It seemed to get darker and darker, the smoke heavier and thicker, the flames grew more mesmerizing despite the rising heat. He felt his body moving towards the couch, if he was going to die at least he could be relaxed while doing so. The flames seemed to get higher and higher, wrap themselves around him, the flames like fingers tipped with yellow seemed to beckon him – closer.
No, it wasn't the flames that were beckoning him closer, there was something, standing in the middle of the flames, something tall and dark. It looked like a man who was wearing a helmet, in some strange shape. His muscular well toned arms were exposed and yet the flames refused to scorch them. He was holding something but the flames were covering it. He stood in the center of the 'kitchen'. He seemed to be waiting for Jace, like a vulture waits for its victim to die. Jace rose one hand a gestured to it, a simple wave the he would do to somebody standing across the street that he knew while waiting for the bus, if only he waited for busses and had friends.
He repositioned himself on his flimsy couch and sat back and watch his life burn away right before his eyes – his cameras, his photos, the notes from editors telling him he wasn't and predicted he'd never be good enough for a firm like them, the food, the clothes, everything around him was up in flames – and he didn't care. He titled his head back and closed his eyes, he let the smoke float around his head, inviting it into him, waiting for it to take him and burn him up just like the old photographs that hung on the walls. The thing in the middle of the 'kitchen' never moved.
He suddenly realized something; his life was just an old photograph, and imagine showing harder times, leaving behind a carbon print on the Earth and nothing more. His edges were torn and ripped with age and over use, too much handling, too much rejection, there were foot prints on the back from getting dropped in a crowed street and people just walking right over him. He realized this all within a few seconds and with a bitter taste in his mouth, perhaps the taste of blood in the back of his throat, he swallowed it all knowing that at least in his last moments he knew the truth. His life was bull shit – he knew that now. Not like he didn't know it before, but he had never wanted to admit it, not to himself or anybody else for that matter. Now he swallowed the blood, the knowledge, the pride and prepared for the worst.
Misfit: We've got ourselves a hanger, XD, Well I promise to update soon again so you can find out what happens to poor Jace