Nightscythe - Part I (492 hits)
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Submitted by Enter The Midnight (View user info) at 2005-02-19 16:23:25 EST
All was blackness for the moments before I awoke--and then I became aware of my existence. All was cold and black, and I could not see anything, feel anything, smell or taste anything. All I could do was think--an endless babble of thoughts that hardly made sense to any sane man, and scoured over the possibilities of language and instinct. I could form random thoughts in my mind, wherever it was, and only strange flashes of light came into the blackness that surrounded me, and I felt as though I was a mere thought suspended in some great void. I had no concept of time or space, or barely existence. All I knew was the blackness, and the swirling questions that arose in my thoughts as some semblance of order fell into my mind. I could not form the words behind my thoughts--only a mere flash of the knowledge of existence fired through my mind, and I wondered what was going on--for I had no understanding of where or when at this point. All was a mere blur of thought and lack of feeling.
Suddenly I felt my feeling of loose thought attach to something--like it had been tied down to a particular point. In the blackness, I became distinctly aware of a cold, heavy mass that my thoughts became entrapped in, and I could feel. I had a shape--a dead, lifeless shape, but a shape that I could sense and know was there. I began to think of where this mass lay in the order of space--in short, I began to wonder where I was.
Quite suddenly the coldness I felt became a heat--and I felt a distinct thumping somewhere below. The mass shuddered and tingled all over, starting at the point of the thumping, and then traveling outward to four extreme points. The point where my ceaseless jabbering of thoughts occurred tingled last, and I felt a warmth surge through the entire mass, and I became aware of something touching the mass--it was cool, soft and comforting. Other places were devoid of this feeling, and were exposed to a moving softness that was slightly cooler. The jabbering of thoughts was abruptly interrupted--a new assault of touch assailed me, and I almost felt like I had control of this mass with my thoughts. I commanded one of the points to move, and it did. At the same time, these thoughts were interrupted by something new--a vibration that extinguished the total silence I had been existing with moments before--a series of syllables that somehow I understood and it registered in my thoughts as a deep voice that said, "Did you see his hand move?"
This singularly odd occurrence was further detained by a break in the blackness--a warmth that had color to it, and just above the point of my thoughts, two windows seemed to open--a color of reddish proportions broke in on my thoughts, and I adjusted, commanding the windows to open, and they obeyed. Pain seared the front of these windows, but they quickly adjusted, and a few vague shapes loomed ahead of me while another voice spoke, "His eyes are open!"
The whiteness faded away to reveal a myriad of colors unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Two shapes in white stood off to my left, and above was a rectangular region that glowed with brighter shapes. I felt the mass that I could command lying on a hard surface, a few feet above where a strange pull kept me down on the table emanated from. The sounds seemed to be coming from the two figures on my left. My thoughts raced--I wanted to experience more of this color and light--I commanded the mass to lift my windows above the table and take in more of what was around me.
It was a fairly open space, rectangular in shape, almost like a cube, with an array of odd shapes all around, and more things like the one I was lying on were scattered about. I shifted my windows down--I could suddenly experience the shape of the same mass that I could feel with--and it was an overwhelming feeling.
"How are you doing?" said one of the figures to the left. I turned my windows to take him in and focus. He was shaped like me, only more wrinkled, and a bit smaller as well. My mind understood what he said, but I could not figure out how to command anything to respond. I simply waved the point of my mass on the left. The figure seemed to answer agreeably, and he moved to a huge square thing next to a side of the room.
"Don't worry, child, you will be able to use these things in a moment," he said with a reassuring tone that seemed to comfort me. "Right now, you are experiencing the power of sight."
Sight? Was that the experience that my windows were using--the colors and shapes? What had brought me out of blackness? My thoughts raced again, but were interrupted promptly by a painful stinging feeling in the center of my thoughts that seemed to erase everything else. I felt a burning as the colors and shapes left me, and a few seconds later, I returned to babbling thought, but this time with precision and understanding.
"What--what did you do to me?" I thought, but this time, an audible statement echoed my command as a muscular organ just below my thought center expelled the cool feeling things out of my body.
"We downloaded some knowledge to your mind," said the first figure. "It will all come to you in a moment."
"Download? What?" I thought and said. Suddenly a change came over me. I knew the mass I could feel as my body--what I existed physically in. The cool stuff I sent in and out was air, unnecessary for my survival, but vital for communication. I was wearing clothing that met with my body, and I was sitting on a table in a room with two scientists. My windows were eyes, and were my venture to the world also known as reality. My thought center was my brain, and my mouth was capable of speech. So this is my reality. I truly do exist.
I looked at my hands, and contracted the muscles inside. The hands clenched tightly into fists, and the muscles in my arm bulged favorably outward, a feeling that caused the thumping in my side to increase in rate. It was my heart--delivering the source of my power to my body. I touched my left hand to my right arm, and the nerves responded with the pressure. I was mesmerized by the efficiency of my own body, and the art and skill it seemed to hold.
"We were successful," said the first scientist. "The experiment was a complete success. Our years of genetic research have paid off."
"Yes, they have," said the second one. "But now we must place him elsewhere, to where they won't find him."
"You are most right," said the first. "Loskono hanakaze kakasanaka, it is time to banish him."
I listened to their exchange with a growing sense of dread, something I recognized as fear. Put in another place? That meant I was not going to be here any long--The colors and shapes faded. My sight was extinguished, as was the conversation I heard, and even the feeling that I had existed were destroyed. The babble of consciousness disappeared, as did the world, as I knew it.
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Submitted by Sherman (user info) at 2005-02-24 01:21:46 EST (#)
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Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-02-20 21:42:16 EST (#)
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Looks like an interesting story. Now onto part 2.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-19 17:29:44 EST (#)
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I really enjoyed the way you handled his own perception of his developing awareness. The void, the shape, the thought centre, windows, it was all really well done. Nice hook at the end, too. I would definitely like to see where this goes.
Submitted by DemonJack (user info) at 2005-02-19 17:03:08 EST (#)
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Amusing.
Submitted by tech-junkie (user info) at 2005-02-19 16:36:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I love stories. Keep em coming.