Who am I?

Musical Hallucinations

We tossed our stolen goods in the dash and agreed that if we didn't want to steal again, we'd have to ration wisely. We started crossing over mud flats and passing by cow farms and we knew we were getting close to Nova Scotia, I mean we were driving for hours now. We had to be close. But... we weren't.

It wasn't even hours that we were driving, it was minutes that were so silent they stretched on. Jason put on the radio and a kind of sweet, soft melody played. It was ancient, unlike anything I'd heard before but it struck something in my core. Something deep and instinctive, a part of me I didn't know existed.

It was low and haunting and it told a story of peace and happiness. I closed my eyes and smiled, I knew everything was going to be alright. My mind drifted with the music as it started to climb into a roaring crescendo of ancient tones. My heartbeat sped, the music's feeling was changing to one of fear and anger.

It started weaving a tale of panic and frustration and war. Cymbols crashed like armies colliding I could amost see a large battle in my mind's eye. There was so much blood, so much pain, I couldn't watch, it hurt too much to watch. I opened my eyes and the music  decrescendoed into a more cautious and timid melody. I gasped because as I opened my eyes, I still saw the scene before me.

I closed my eyes and it was still there. I opened them again and the scene changed with the music. It showed a town completely abandoned but I could see movement inside apartments and stores. It was quiet and all the shutters were drawn in every house. The music startled me with a crash and the sound of the drums was like a heartbeat getting quicker.

Suddenly armed troupes paraded down the streets kicking open doors, and yelling. The scene flashed to a bakery where an middle aged man in an apron looked nervously through the blinds. A woman and little girl hid beneath the counter. "You and your daughter will be safe here. I'll protect you with my life." The man said. The woman had tears in her eyes. "Thank you so much." She choked. 

Troupes pounded on the door. "Hide in the kitchen! Now!" He hissed and waited until they were out of sight to open the door. The music was reaching an unbearable pitch the anticipation was almost too much to take. I wanted to do something but I couldn't move, all I could do is watch.

The troupes barreled in to the bakery and the man gazed at them calmly. "What is it you want?" he asked sounding inconvenienced but impressively calm. "ARE YOU ONE OF THEM?! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" the armed man shouted pointing his gun at the man. His eyes flashed red and I knew he was gifted. 

The baker put up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "I'm not. I'm just a simple baker, I like a quiet lifestyle and sure as hell wouldn't get mixed up in all this nonsense. Especially knowing I would have to deal with the likes of your kind." He spat the words like venom, staring defiantly in the man's face. The man's face twisted into an ugly mask of anger.

He smacked the baker on the head with his gun with a loud crack. The baker didn't even flinch, but there was a strange look in his eyes. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you." the man said coldly. The baker paled but he stood his ground bravely.

The men started tearing through the bakery with a sociopathic ferocity. They ripped family pictures off the walls and smashed them, they loaded baked goods into bags and tossed them outside, and they smashed all of the windows. The baker stood there with his fists clenched and music started to build into a suspenseful tune. 

Then the men proceeded to the kitchen. The baker looked panicked, "You've searched enough, it's time to leave." The man with his hand on the door's eyes glowed red and the baker started to hyperventilate. "We'll go where we please." He said in a guttural voice. He opened the door and the baker exploded into a large brown wolf snarling and growling warningly.

He pounced on the man but the man smashed him on the head again and the baker crumpled to the ground this time. "Down doggie" He said with a cold laugh and entered the kitchen. I was stuck here with the baker and I couldn't even help him. I was paralyzed completely. I had no sense of taste, touch, or smell. I could only see and hear.

I heard the woman and child yelling and the music changed to a tone of dread. There was a huge flash and one of the men flew out the door of the kitchen and landed with a thud. vines were crawling all over his face. He peeled them off with annoyance and then there was a bang. My heart stopped and cold dread settled in my stomach. It was a gunshot. And then there was another.

The music soared in hollow notes. I could hear a cry of sorrow and misery so gut wrenching it physically hurt. The men left the kitchen emotionless and empty handed. I knew what happened and I wanted to tear them apart. A man helped the vine covered one up. "You can round up those two, they won't be asleep for long. We'll get the wolf."

The scene changed swiftly to a truck with a large cage in the trunk. Relief swept through me like a crashing tide when I saw the woman and little girl carried out to the cage with the baker following. They were okay! But I knew they weren't they were alive.. but I could tell that wherever they were going, it wasn't a good place.

The baker morphed back to human and stirred. He woke and sat up gripping the bars of the cage my heart quickend as the music rose into a sweeter melody with an edge underneath. The baker looked directly at me. "Don't fail kid. We need you."  and then the scene faded and everything was dark. 

I floated in the darkness for a while. It was kind of peaceful. and slowly my senses started to come back to me, the first was touch. I could feel something wet and cold, My conscioussness was still somewhat in the dark bliss so I didn't worry too much about what it was. 

the next was smell. I could smell the refreshing scent of freshly mown grass and earth. I was also smelling gasoline so we must have stopped to get gas. Then, it was my hearing. I could hear the wind and a wierd whirring noise. then it was taste. I had a horrible taste in my mouth, a taste so terrible it shocked my system and I shot up spitting.

It was mud. I had mud in my mouth how gross is that! My heart jumped a beat because I sure as hell wasn't in the car anymore. And honestly I had no idea where I was. But I did know one thing. I was completely alone.