Poison of the Wise

Chapter 2

throbbing

That's all I feel, the numbing pain of which makes my thoughts disband. My eyes ache without the sight I'm used to, nothing is illuminated. I am in confusion as if I have just woken from a three year coma, nothing is right. i try to move my left arm but lightning shoots threw my veins causing me to hiss in pain

"God, What happened.."

I tighten my core to elevate my vision only to feel the aching, excursionary pain throughout my spin. I groan out loud and close my eyes in protest. The pain has my brain in a loop, feeling the crushing weight of my body upon the stone floor like a bag of water rocks. I take my right hand and try to scoot my body to the wall making myself sit upright.

The darkness begins to fade as my pupils dilate, taking in the overgrown plants and dust that hasn't been removed in years. The walls are stiffer than the ones upstairs, the wallpaper being a cooler shade of what i can assume was white. Across from my body is a long corridor, the walls become darker, disarray. The wonder of temptation gets the better of me and my legs grow a mind of their own and prop my frail frame. Glancing up, I notice the stairs that once were. Many are missing and I can see where they ended up around me. Pieces of scrap metal scattered in a small pattern of two small one big. Almost like it was meant to fall apart.

I begin to stumble my way up, joints stiff and sore. a loose tile makes me fall to my knees, a hissing pain shoots through my right knee as I begin to regret this whole situation. I have no idea what time it is or how much has passed since I fell. I just wish that they didn't send Cillia out, she's too young to be out here, especially if she is to be looking for me. As much as I hate her, I do hope she's doing alright. I've seen some guys try and pick on her, but I stepped in before anything bad happened. She has begun to lack emotion and if she expresses any it's in the word of the "God" or if you're lucky the "Mosia" I don't blame her though, they have found some new catholic scripture, I'm just glad she has something again. Better than what I'm in right now.

I began to press on once again, noting where my bag fell before I forgot about its existence. The long corridor feels like static, stuffy air and the smell of nothing. It smells clean and dirty at the same time. Nostalgic and like I've never seen it. Comforting and cold.

long overgrown plants line the way, the hall staggering back and forth. Foliage falls on my person as I pass by an abnormally large plant. Stumbling back I notice the color, bright hues decorating it in an abnormal way. Spikes shooting out from around the stems in a hungry fashion, the sight makes my stomach turn.

Paintings decorate the walls, gray scale and lifeless. it appears as if they were once bright and vibrant but the wear of time has decolored them leaving the sorrow behind. Human shaped figures begin to warp, shift into intricate swirls. they begin to stagger and sharpen, wings sprouting from the center and seemingly coming through the painting as if taking me in.

A spike shoots out and stabs my cheek. A sharp sense fills my senses and warm blood falls from the wound. I retreat back in retaliation, my back hitting the opposite wall. my hands reach out to my face and begin to cover the wound. when my fingers hit my skin all i feel are the small bumps on my face, only acne decorating the tissue.

The sigh I release causes my whole body to shift with its gravity, leaning against an old stem of a plant I couldn't even begin to identify. My eyes grow fuzzy once more and I swear I see my brown boots tangled with a faded green. The color spreads farther up my leg and I can feel my outer thigh grow pressure and discomfort. My leg begins to shake violently, almost like an allergic reaction. The sudden force makes me stumble farther into the hall. My eyes begin to blink faster as I rub them in disbelief. But once I open them again the foliage hasn't moved, not even a centimeter of growth. Blood cakes the pants I once loved even more still and I begin to only think of what is to come. Maybe I did deserve this.

As I stagger farther for the way out I reach what I could only assume as the end. All I see are faint lights, gently decorating the plants around it. warm candles eliminate a lifeless creature, human like, but lacks any features. its arms are out on each side of itself on a cross. legs dangling and nailed together over one another. a thorn crown decorates the head of the anomaly. The wooden cross seems to be worn and torn; long strikes, longing scratches.

Tattered scars cover the elongated body in front of me, veins dark blue and arteries gently pumping in a smooth motion. Pins and needles fall down the surface of my skin, eyes going in and out of focus from pain and confusion.

"oh the agony" whispers a voice

The soft whisper draws me in closer, nothing moving a muscle. a heat flash washes over me as I look where I expect eyes on the creator and see none. empty sockets that are smoothed over as if forever closed.

"left..."

the whisper continues, it's so familiar as if it was something I've known forever. The body still doesn't move except for the occasional pump of what I hope is blood. Clothes do not cover the body of the anomaly and yet I've never seen skin so smooth, not a single blemish, seemingly perfect. I step closer, reaching my hand out. The color still tainted from earlier, the red hue making blisters like a scald. Ever so warm.

Farther, closer, nearer. Nearly touching my body begins to feel cold, almost as if snow has fallen. the tips of my fingers touch the chest of the tears.

Their head twitches and jerks feverishly near the tips of my nails. The blue veins seem to darken in color and arteries are pumping faster. Sweet cakes my hair line with the heat and cold flashes leaving me in a sense of coldness on the inside and heat on the outside. Almost as if I have been rearranged.

I feel my body shock, filled with electricity. My muscles contort in a fashion that I didn't know existed. my eyes flash from white to black almost as if it were someone turning off and on a switch, i fall to my knees in nausea and feel water expel from my throat. A string resonates in my vocal cords, one of acid. More liquid expressed in a fashion one would cast away in fear of catching one's 'illness.' The sensory overload begins to get the best of me and the flashes finally take me out leaving me in the bleeding dark.

the sensory changes, no more black and white, know a lush field with bright grass, moss decorating the trees trunks and the leaves with it. Then it changes again, this time a ruin of fire, red and orange everywhere. Eating the color and leaving gray ash in its place. I can feel my bones snap in place and my muscles tighten and loosen without my control. The experience is awful and I wish death upon me at this moment to make it stop.

everything stops and i'm back at my tent. Slight stains from the rain nullify the red tone of the cloth that I've had from my fourth year at the institution. I begin to gasp for air, my throat dry and horse. My eyes burn and moisture coats my face and lips, my eyelashes sticking together when I rub my eyes. My chest falls and rises fast in a panic state and I can feel my brain recuperate. My thoughts still stagnate and unchanging from what I saw. It makes my heart drop once again, the stress normally not getting to me in my nightmares but this is different. Everything was real. Panic wonce again strikes its horrid wip, my arms flail searching for my bag. I find it sitting underneath my head, Missy's diary still worn and pitiful.

Heat on my face from the warm sun to the scalding feeling of fire and ash decorating what I used to call freckles.

my head falls back on the soiled ground, a slight bend in the terrain from the rain and down pour i can only assume. My boots that I should trade for smaller ones but never really wanted to go through the process sink into the mess of water and dirt like a knife through warm butter, just a lot less appetizing. The weight of the world suddenly falls on my face dragging my skin closer to the core of the planet, not letting me go until I am done, a part of it. The feeling is comforting in a strange way, almost like a small hug.

"They're over here! Quick, they have passed out!"

Oh no, I hope whoever that is, they are okay. Maybe i could help

With that my head falls back onto my bag, its pins leaving impressions on my pour ridden skin. The men swarm me in my peaceful slumber, not giving much detail to their surroundings. Bushes Russell once more before they stretch my body out on a cloth and drag both me and my belongings back.

"That's my Star. Keep the good work my dear."