Noise by Alex.

[Arekku_Koro]

I'm dividing a book project of mine into small, bite-sized chapters.

[spoiler=Prelude-Death]

When do you know your dead?

 

I wished I was. It would have saved me the trouble of meeting Kai.

 

Blood trickled down my cracked forehead and crawled down the floor like a stream of lead. I was engulfed with fear.

 

I tried to think, I tried to speak. I was gone. I knew it. Samuel Zachary was dead. But I wasn’t.

 

I was screaming. I didn't want to. But I was. And I wasn't going to stop.

 

As I screamed and cried in the musty alley, the border of darkness around my eyes closing in on me, a man approached me in the most suave and secretive manner I had ever seen.

 

I cried out for help and screamed bloody murder, but it did no good. The man stared at me. His eyes were covered by two thick shades that were tinted so dark it seemed like he had no eyes at all. The contrast this made to his untidy silver hair was striking. He wore a really huge, stupid, tie. I will never be able to forget it, as it is engraved in my oh-so fragile mind. His face was perfect. It made me mad.

 

He smiled at me (it was pretty damn chilling) and said, “Do you know what I have to say to that?” His smile sank. “Every good story has a beginning.”

 

And then I died. First time for everything, huh?

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter One-After Dark]

"Life sucks, and than you die."

 

Unlucky men like myself do take exception.

 

You might have noticed how I died just now.

 

I did too.

 

Searing flames, freezing rivers of isolation... nope.

 

I wasn't in hell. Surprise, surprise.

 

But wherever I was, it was BLUE.

 

And I mean everything was blue. It looked blue, smelled blue, tasted like blue, and sounded like blue.

 

Enough to give anyone the blues.

 

Okay, that was lame.

 

The blue surronded me and filled all my senses up. It was like my body was on fire. A very blue fire.

 

And I have forgotten who I am.

 

Deep Breath. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

 

Okay, I must atleast remember my name, right?

 

Let's see... Nope.

 

Great.

 

So... what do I do now?

 

I swam through the blue. It felt natural to me.

 

Did I want to live? All I can remember is my death. Wanting so desperately to die. Was it always like this?

 

I just wanted to escape this blue.

 

It was as easy as that.

 

I woke with a start.

 

A silver haired boy stared me down, and whispered something to himself. It sounded like "So he really did do it."

 

He smirked. "Welcome to the jungle, kid."

 

He looked disspaointed, as if... he had wanted me to die.

 

"Am...Am I alive?" I asked. I was wobbly.

 

"No." He solemnly said, "But your pretty damn close."

 

And as I looked up at the night sky, thousands of questions flowing through my mind, I noticed it was after dark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please comment constructively.

[Καsτοr]

Dude, man. This. . . Is. . . Greatness! Write more, write more!

[Zimiri of the Muse]

awesome i need more