messing around a bit with an old story idea... I like how it turned out xp so here's what i've got. I may work on this story eventually, now i've a way to start it off. The speaker, routh is a chick... she scares me now xp
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It was like coming out of a dream. Except for the small fact that you knew you weren't coming back out of a dream, and that once you came out of your dream, you'd be forced to face the even worse reality.
It was something I've done countless times. I was pulled backwards; back inside my body and I came back in hard with a snap from reality.
"Wake up," a coarse voice grunted. "Witch."
I couldn't help but laugh at it all. I felt the pressure of him kicking me, but not the pain. I could turn that human quality off. Thanks to years of this, that is.
I leaned back into my cuffs, which were almost too tight for my writs. They really didn't want me to get out of here. "You know what?" I asked, looking up at the man. I could see the fear in his eyes. I only saw his eyes in the dark, seeming to glow slightly, like those of a cat's. He must be from Morquil, I though, remembering some of the books I had read when I "had been good."
But I had been bad lately, so here I was. In this torture chamber. The only real torture was the boredom, not the pain, but now this man was here to entertain me....
"W-What?" he stammered.
I felt his spirit take a step back, trying to curl up in a ball inside of him.
"You're cursed," I said, letting out another dry, cracked laugh. I hadn't had anything to drink for a while.
"N-n-n-no! Impossible!" his spirit shrank more. This time his body took a step back, his shoes shuffling against the cold stone floor. The floor sucked any warmth from your body. I know this from experience.
"Beware... THE HAUNTING!" I shrieked for added effect.
I reached up and touched the back of my head, loosening my soul from around my neck and stepped out of my body. It's the most curious feeling, stepping away and watching your own head fall against your chest.
The man screamed; a pitiful sound. The Morquilian turned to run, but I was already a breath ahead of him. I slid, through everything until I was on the other side of the man, in front of him.
There was a puddle on the floor beneath me, and with me so close, it began to freeze and crack.
"NO! NO!" the man screamed.
That was when I pushed him.
I pushed, and he fell, deep past the gates of hell. I was probably bound to go there myself, but I lived for pushing.
I was made for it.
