The Aftermath

Chapter 4

At first he didn't realize it. He didn't even regognized that he was there,that he felt. The first thing that he noticed that something was wrong was the pain. Formerly not existing like himself,it got slowly worse and worse. Eventually so bad that it ripped him out of the slumber(?)he was in. And now he wished that it will fastly go away so he could go back to this place of wonderful nothingness that he was so rudly awoken from. It seemed to be everywhere,making him unconfortable and the worst:Allowed him not to go back to sleep. It will be over soon.No reason to worry. He waited a bit but the pain did not dissapear for some reason,it only got worse. It spreaded slowly wider and wider until he couldn't ignore it anymore. This new thing was unpleasent to feel. He had to do something against that. What was causing the problem? No clue. Let's find it then. He began  to concentrate on himself. Slowly he spreaded his consciousness further and further,letting his senses run over the envioment all arond him,widing it out until it hit a border."My empire.",was weirdly his first thought. A empire made from pain apparently. There was not more to it. Na prima. At least he finally had a grasp on his situation. He was made out of an area with many different territories going far over this darkness,he speculated. A body?Since when did he had a body? And why was he here? Hadn't he just been somewhere else? He could swear... A small,weak picture of a gray room with a dark desk sparked suddenly apperad infront of his inner eye but dissapeard before he could examine it closer. He wonderd shortly about that weird phenomenon but decided to think later about it. Now there was more important things to do. Apart from the inner pain he felt something hard and heavy weight down on him,with sharp edges and pointy counters. Like he was buried alive under a pile of rocks. Wait!Buried alive?! A wave of fear hits him so hard that he scared himself. Jes,of corse. A twitch ran through this thing...his body like a warning. "When I am staying here I will die!",a voice screamed in his mind. Immediatly he started to panic. You have to get out of here! Jetzt!

Instinctively he started to move. He tried to pull his legs close,shoving the rubble to the side and throwing his body around like a madman. A scream calling for help stuck in his throat but the stones laying on him let him not breathe enough for that. The cold chunks seemed to not pay attention to his struggele and just pressed him down more. They crushed his limbs and cut down in his skin but this let him fight even stronger,pushing and kicking against the deadly weight ,driven by the only thought in his head:Ich muss leben!  But slowly the weight lifted,at least it felt like it. Dust whirled up and made it hard to breathe. And then...his hand broke through the surface and grabbing into nothingness. He froze for a second in disbelief. Ja!This was it! There was a way out. A little bit of hope appeared between the panic. But this moment got ruined as he heard a small rumble and a small avalance of stones sunk down on his back. Immediatly he forgot about the light and started to fight again for his dear life. Desperatly he tried to breathe but the weight on his ribcage let it not expand properly. Gasping for air,shaking and digging the rubble to the side he tried to throw himself up to the parts who felt lighter. His lungs started to protest from the dust and the need to expand and his muscels were  burning like fire from overexertion.

Weiter,weiter!

Somehow he managed to get his other arm free and hastily grabbing on whatever was in his reach to pull him out of this death trap. He felt the blood in his veins boiling and swelling up from the need for oxygen.He managed to get a hold on a something round and metallic.Immidietly he clawed his fingers around it as is life would literrally depend on it. With the last bit of strengh that he had and powerd by the fear of a slow,painful death he pulled himself upwards.His brain started to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen,just barly overshadowed by the feeling of his muscles wanting to rip apart in two. If he could not free himself at any second now he would black out,this was for sure. Again a soft crunch was heared as the pieces of rubble grate against each other and scraping over his body .Something moved. With the last breath in his lungs forming a sore scream,the stones parted and his sight got blinded by a bright light.