Reliving Classic

Chapter 2: Pain

Hilda awoke to find herself in a hospital bed among a sea of other people suffering. There were doctors and nurses running from place to place to treat each patient. Hilda took notice of a guy who had his limbs completely amputated, but there were no cut marks or bones to be seen. It was like his skin grew back over the amputations. Another person was screaming because they couldn't hear anything, then another who couldn't see anymore, people who have lost their hands, feet, ears, whatever body part that could be lost without dying. It was horrifying to see, but was nothing compared to what Hilda had discovered with herself.

Hilda noticed that she couldn't really lift her arms or legs. They felt numb, or at least she felt like she lost control of them. Then she found the real problem: Her arms and legs were...stretched out. Both her arms and legs were on the floor as if they were spaghetti. Hilda began to panic, hyperventilating which then turned to screaming.

Hilda couldn't move really. It was awful for her to experience the loss of control and numbness of her body. The horrified teenager even noticed that her body has grown even bigger than her normal height which then horrified Hilda even more beyond her comprehension. She couldn't calm down at all and after screaming for several minutes and trying to regain control of her body again without success, she ended up passing out completely.

Hilda awoke again in a room alone. The room was pale blue with rows of empty beds except for Hilda. A stark contrast to what she was in before. Wait, the room was different. Perhaps, she was moved. People probably thought that having her near mangled bodies was too much so moving her might have been the best option.

How much time has passed? What happened to Johanna, Alfur, Twig, David, Frida, everyone? Why was Hilda's arms and legs stretched out? In fact, they still are. Hilda noticed that once again, but instead of screaming like before, she fearfully started to examine what happened to her.

It was like her body was pulled apart, but without the joints of the body giving out and releasing a gory aftermath. Hilda's arms and legs were still on the ground all cluttered together like spaghetti. The teenager had no idea what to make of this at all other than the facts that were put in front of her.

Maybe this was the result of what that white nightmare was like and Hilda wasn't the only victim. Could be the case, but Hilda had to learn the answer from someone else. All of this could be from something else, but that's highly doubtable.

Then Hilda noticed two people entering the room from a door on the far left side, it was Johanna.....and Alfur. What blew Hilda's mind aside from her own body being more mangled than anyone else was that Alfur was now the size of a normal person, yet he kept his same look. The elf was as tall as Johanna now.

Hilda even noticed Twig jumping up on her bed to snuggle up with her as the two figures in Hilda's life slowly walked up to her without stepping on her arms and legs while having a disturbed look on their faces.

"Mum. Alfur. What happened?!" Hilda yelled out.

"Calm down, just calm down," Alfur began.

"I...I don't even know. It was all white and then everyone and everything was in some sort of agony, maybe," Johanna tried to explain without breaking down.

"What do you mean? Why is Alfur as tall as you now?"

"Let me talk. Ok, I need to make sense of this. So after that...bang or something, you were knocked out. I picked you up and I didn't even notice that I was....as tall as Johanna here. Then I started to notice your arms...and people were panicking, power gone out in some places....and a lot of people...died. No, all things really. Not just humans. Come here," Alfur said and he then gave Hilda a hug to calm her down.