"You" - 1500+ Words.

[ShannonGreen]

Updated... Chapter 1 You awaken in a small bedroom, wrapped up messily in a quilt. Your eyes are on the bluish dimness that comes through a window at the end reaches of your bed; you close them sequentially. You remember vaguely that you had a dream the night before, but you've forgotten it. "Hmm?.. That dream... A demon?!" you mutter before you fall asleep a second time... When you wake up, it's midday, and a sunny sky can be seen through the window. You yawn tiredly, and then shift around to get out of bed. You then move toward your wardrobe, rubbing your eyes. You quickly shuffle your clothes on: red socks and black underwear, followed by smart black trousers, and a white button-up shirt. You open a door, walk into the hallway outside your room, and look in the mirror. Your reflection is it's usual self. You have shortened black hair with a cut-into fringe, and a smooth face. Streamlined, eclipse coloured eyes are the highlight of your face, and a slightly broken nose; your mouth is feminine with dry lips, and your oval ears have earlobes to boot. You lift up your shirt to scan your abdominal, and see that you're bony and toned; and you range in about six foot, with balanced posture. You walk back into your bedroom and sit down at your computer that's in a derelict corner, near the door. It was left turned on from the night before. A word processor is open, and there is a theory about wisdom that you wrote in Times New Roman font. You remember an image of a demon from the earlier dream, and you try to decipher the missing parts as you type. After ten minutes of writing you finish off the rest of your theory. You spend a few minutes uploading it on online forums. The dream you had remains partial, so you decide to lay down on your bed to think. After some moments you're lost in thought, day dreaming, as time flies by. An hour passes... "I remember now!" you say as you snap back into reality. "He was Lucifer - 'the light bringer'; hah!". You jump off of the bed and slide back into the computer chair to write what you remembered, typing before you're fully seated. "I shall call this story, the light in the darkness", you say as you type it. "Lucifer, the great demon... No... No, no, no", you continue as you press delete and remove some text trying to perfect it. Another hour passes, and you decide to stop typing for the day. You boot a first person shooter video game; and then proceed to shoot at enemies and other players - it's one of your favourite pass times. Suddenly, from outdoors, there's a loud bang. You turn your head to the left to peer out of the window across many fields to the shore line. Your eyes are met with black smoke and a mushroom cloud over a nuclear power plant that's a few miles from your home; a layer of water is moving away from it in all directions, at high velocity. Water edges over hills and covers fields, ebbing ever closer, but it seems as if the force isn't powerful enough to reach anywhere near you. "What the fuck?" you say as you push your feet into your shoes. You hurry downstairs, through the hallway, kitchen and conservatory, and outside of the house. You watch the tip of the firey cloud as it fades out, eyes on the red flush that's left behind. You decide to do some detective work. You walk through the urban parts of your city, passed schools of people watching from out in the street. You overhear discussion about the event. The voices are coming from a group of men in front of you, who are doing what you're doing, walking onward to the scene of the explosion. You move in to investigate. "Hello! Do you know what happened over there?" you ask one of the men. He turns his head to scan you, "There was a bombing, apparently" he replies unknowingly. You and the men reach a point where the ground up ahead are flooded with fuzzy water. The way up to this point is blockaded by police cars and workers putting down bags of sand pre-emptively. Chapter 2 An officer of the law trots up to you, at the same time signing that you and friends should move and stand behind the barriers that were placed a dozen steps back. You follow his orders and walk behind the barriers, and there you wait for more information. You ask the officer "What happened?" with a concerned tone. "That's confidential" he responds; it seems an unjust comment with all the news reporters and cameras in the vicinity. "No worries" you say as you leave to meet a reporter nearby. As you're walking along to the reporter, you see behind her in the distance a plane flying downwind, nearing a waste processing plant that's a kilometre from the first crash site. You run up the rest of the way to her and shout "Look!" pointing over yonder. She turns around and tries to speak, "What's...", her camera man follows suit. The plane falls out of the sky rapidly, and in no-time it has crashed into the plant, causing yet another explosion. Everyone around you is lit up with a red hue from the boom that's a little smaller than the first, but just as deadly. "Oh no..." you whimper as you turn around and look at the way back home, it's a few minutes walk. You look back at the explosion as people run away. You turn away in the jest of things, and run home, scared for the people and planet. You tilt your head now and again to watch the black smoke in the distance curl and disperse into thin air. When you get to your house, you open the front door, and walk through rooms, up the stairs and into your bedroom. You lay down on your bed, lost in thought again, paranoid about the current events. The two targets and who was behind the attacks are weighing on your mind. Your country has witnessed numerous terrorist attacks in the past. You get up to move over to your computer, but when you try to turn it on, it wont - all but a the click of the power button is functional. "There has been a power cut" you think as you look out of your window at the people in your street. With no backup energy supply, you decide to wrap yourself up in your quilt, hoping that it will all be okay. You begin to feel strange. "Is this the start of world war?!" are amongst your thoughts. You feel an unusual blissful paranoia, and a wet high sends your blood in a rush. All of a sudden you hallucinate, seeing visions of yourself as a teenager and your family in a harsh, desolate environment. You and your father are struggling to create basic tools, and a home out of the trash scattered around. You visualize a vehicle approaching your position in what had became clear to be a desert; it comes to a halt when it reaches you. Two men exit from the back of the jeep, and a driver waits in the front seat. Your father immediately stands still, embarrassed and alerted to the men who speak to each other in a different language. One of the men shouts at your father, and your father remains still and expressionless. Abruptly you are snatched away by one of the men. You are focused on your father's expressionless face; he looks tormented, and very unhealthy, as if he had de-evolved. The scene switches to you in the spacious car; the enemy men are seated around you. "Is this really me?" you think as you struggle to keep focused. The visualization fades out and your eyes are wide open. You are left with some disturbing memories. You have a frown on your face as you stand up and walk to the window. The pair of fires continue to burn brightly near the shore; the smoke had travelled as far as the urban areas a mile in. It's chaos out, but the jets that soar through the skies and the armoured trucks that patrol the streets make you feel secure. You stand at the other side of the pane until the Sun sets, watching blue and white dots as they dart around the whole city. You back step and fall onto your bed, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. Chapter 3 Your eyes open, and you find yourself in a dark, endless void. You are not able to walk, but you can spin in any direction you want, and tilt your head up, down, left and right. As you blink, you catch a glimpse of a something special, so you shut your eyes to study it. There is what seems like a black winding tunnel here; lined along the sides are hearts that one may find on a playing card. The symmetrical lines of hearts twirl, and seem to slow down and reverse, like a fast moving wheel. You look at the distant centre, and the tunnel seems to get fuller; before the centre evades your focus by ebbing left and right slightly. Your eyes open again, and it's no longer darkness that you're in, but instead another tunnel; except there're stars instead of hearts, and you are the one who spins. You spend a few moments scanning the artistry, spinning round and round until you are star-struck. "What the?" you say in awe, and as you do the star that you're looking at fades away. "Huh?!" you continue, and as you spin to look at the other stars, they fade, one by one, until the only stars left are the ones far below and above. You close your eyes a second time to find that the hearts are not there, but a full, red circle is where the centre once lay. You keep track of it easily, and it causes you shoot forward toward it. The circle doesn't ebb left or right but instead remains static. A feeling of great power comes over you and you feel as if you're able. As the circle is growing larger, and closer, a soft breeze gusts into you. Out of curiosity, you open your eyes to check what's there. You find that the stars have formed a path, and you're in the middle of it, but they are dimmer than they were prior. "Are you okay?" you say at the stars as you kneel down on the path. They react sacredly, and become brighter, and tighter, momentarily, before dimming again. "Is it the word?" you think in depressed tone, questioning the reality in reference to your theories of wisdom. As you think this, a lot of the stars drop into the dark, one after the other, and out of sight. You lose balance but land on another level. You were in luck as star-groups have stopped on asymmetrical levels. A make-shift staircase was formed by the sets of fallen stars. You carefully climb down. The stars you leave behind fall after your move from them. You manage to descend safely, and reach the bottom in four platforms. You're stood on what looks like nothing but dark, but feels like firm ground. There is no light, and no star remains. You check in on the other tunnel, and the red circle is present still; but this time it is pulsating. When you focus on it you're filled with intense fear. "Whoa!" you shout abruptly, and a bloody, sketch of the word 'No' appears as your voice echoes; it evades the red blotch completely. You're scared, and your bloodshot eyes are wide open. There is the word 'Yes', bold in blue, far ahead of you. You feel obliged not to speak, but you can't help but think quietly, "wha.. what?" There is no reaction, but you keep hold of the quieter attitude anyway. You have the choice between the path that leads to 'Yes', and the path of 'No'; and it's easy because the fear had put you off of the 'No' answer, although there was no fear when the word 'No' had eluded the blotch. The 'Yes' answer however, was not fearful; albeit lacking feeling, it's the path that you walk. You travel towards the blue word, and as you blink normally, the red word gets bolder and harsher, until it almost overtakes you. You are, all of a sudden, confused about the path you had taken. "Is this a sign?" you think eerily. You begin to fasten your eyelids, cautiously, but as they are near shut, you see in the blurriness the word 'Yes' break into a wavy, blue 'No', and in this moment, sadness rushes around your body and mind, and your weary eyes are back open. The word is 'Yes'. It's closer than ever, and you reach out to touch it... Suddenly, the scene changes. The transition happens so fast that you can't remember how it happened, but you're in a train. You take a seat, and then look around. The carriage is empty, bar a couple who're seated up from you. You remember the soft tone you made an oath to keep from earlier, and decide to keep your words to yourself for the moment. "Is this a dream?" you can't help but think.