Post by xoecz on Jan 10, 2007 19:30:59 GMT -5
Ch. 3- A Corridor of Nightmares
There in the lonely hospital room sat, the young keybearer. A vase of pink roses sat on a pedestal to the right of him. They had been replaced constantly since they seemed to wither and die every day. No explanation could be found for this. Perhaps the intense emotions in the room caused it, but that could not be proven. Revenge and Hate seemed to radiate from, Zerzen. He desired the sadist's head, but he knew he did not have any sort of skill to do so. Even with his new found power he had no chance of killing someone with that much speed and strenth. The sadist had an undying bloodlust that seemed like it couldn't be quenched. Truly he was a nightmare from the darkest part of Zerzen's dreams.
It was a typical sunny day in Twilight Town. The rays of the glowing orb shined on the buildings and was an unwelcome suprise for anyone who just woke up. Especially, Zerzen who had been sleeping for almost a month now. With a loud yawn, he awoke and continued by stretching his arms out as far as he could. As soon as he was done he noticed a large mirror to the right of him. The wound on his head had drifted to nothing more than a minor scratch, and when he lifted up his shirt there was no sign of any mark. As soon as he was done inspecting those he reached towards his back. He felt the large bandages that covered it, and decided to take off his shirt for a better look. Apparently it had bled..a lot. Even after a month the wound was still encrusted with dried blood, but it appeared as though the flesh over his spine had reappeared. Zerzen, knew that even if the wound healed there would always be a scar there. Just another reminder of the battle that he really didn't need.
About an hour after he woke up a doctor and two nurses came into the room to check his condition. Apparently he was fine with the exception of a few scratches, and a bit of a back disorder. He would have to take it easy for another couple of months as his condition was still a bit unstable. His blood pressure was at it's limit, and he could ending up having a heart attack that would kill him even in his relatively healed condition. Zerzen, knew that this was for the best, but he still needed some way to work his anger out. "Perhaps my old man could help me. I wonder how he's doing. Hey, doc how are my parents faring?" The doctor answered saying that his parents were at home, and had just come by the other day to check up on him. They had been worried about him as expected, but they knew that he would pull through. Quite obviously he had.
Zerzen, was told to rest in the hospital for another few days just to make sure nothing wierd might happen. The days passed by quickly, and as promised he was eventually released. Since he was in a hospital room for a month it was refreshing to feel the air on his skin. He was soon visited by another feeling, but not an enjoyable one. It was the feeling of darkness creeping up on him once again. It enveloped him in its mighty grip, and drowned him in sorrow as he was taken into a portal that lead to a place that he hadn't been to in ten years. The place where he was born.
There in the lonely hospital room sat, the young keybearer. A vase of pink roses sat on a pedestal to the right of him. They had been replaced constantly since they seemed to wither and die every day. No explanation could be found for this. Perhaps the intense emotions in the room caused it, but that could not be proven. Revenge and Hate seemed to radiate from, Zerzen. He desired the sadist's head, but he knew he did not have any sort of skill to do so. Even with his new found power he had no chance of killing someone with that much speed and strenth. The sadist had an undying bloodlust that seemed like it couldn't be quenched. Truly he was a nightmare from the darkest part of Zerzen's dreams.
It was a typical sunny day in Twilight Town. The rays of the glowing orb shined on the buildings and was an unwelcome suprise for anyone who just woke up. Especially, Zerzen who had been sleeping for almost a month now. With a loud yawn, he awoke and continued by stretching his arms out as far as he could. As soon as he was done he noticed a large mirror to the right of him. The wound on his head had drifted to nothing more than a minor scratch, and when he lifted up his shirt there was no sign of any mark. As soon as he was done inspecting those he reached towards his back. He felt the large bandages that covered it, and decided to take off his shirt for a better look. Apparently it had bled..a lot. Even after a month the wound was still encrusted with dried blood, but it appeared as though the flesh over his spine had reappeared. Zerzen, knew that even if the wound healed there would always be a scar there. Just another reminder of the battle that he really didn't need.
About an hour after he woke up a doctor and two nurses came into the room to check his condition. Apparently he was fine with the exception of a few scratches, and a bit of a back disorder. He would have to take it easy for another couple of months as his condition was still a bit unstable. His blood pressure was at it's limit, and he could ending up having a heart attack that would kill him even in his relatively healed condition. Zerzen, knew that this was for the best, but he still needed some way to work his anger out. "Perhaps my old man could help me. I wonder how he's doing. Hey, doc how are my parents faring?" The doctor answered saying that his parents were at home, and had just come by the other day to check up on him. They had been worried about him as expected, but they knew that he would pull through. Quite obviously he had.
Zerzen, was told to rest in the hospital for another few days just to make sure nothing wierd might happen. The days passed by quickly, and as promised he was eventually released. Since he was in a hospital room for a month it was refreshing to feel the air on his skin. He was soon visited by another feeling, but not an enjoyable one. It was the feeling of darkness creeping up on him once again. It enveloped him in its mighty grip, and drowned him in sorrow as he was taken into a portal that lead to a place that he hadn't been to in ten years. The place where he was born.
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(To Be Continued)
(To Be Continued)