*kkrng* *pop* *POP*
Black logs toppled and exploded under the heat, interrupting the soft sounds of the flame. Echoes of a distant river rippled along the surface of the air. An unseen woodpecker's tapping kept time for everyone. The occasional cricket or cicada peeked their voice over it all.
"Mm-hm, yeah, yeah" the sounds of an ambient conversation blended with the ambient sounds of nature, "ha ha, no way!" to create an ambient soundtrack for the ambient stars of which I faced. The sky was as black as black is, contrasting the white as white stars, the scene peered through bouts of knit branches, dimly lit by dancing oranges and yellows.
*POP* *KKrrrk* My body, floating on the soft cushion below me, is missing it's arms, legs, head, and chest. A backwards pink and blue label is blocking my view of the stars, my world is defined by a transparent film that muffles the rest of the world.
… wo-h, r–lly?"
*P-POP* *POP*
"… It t-me f-r mars---llows?" the muffled sounds of nature bled through, "da- right it -s!"
*TCCcchh*
A tear in my walls flooded my world with outside air. A giant hand reached down "Okay!, I chooooose," his fingers danced over his options "… you!" I toppled down the pile of mallows, landing face first to the crowd.
Two masses pinch my back, "And you, too," I watch my world grow further and further away from me, as I rise to meet the rest of nature.
*KKrk-k* *P-POP*
Hundreds of illuminated red and orange souls fell into the sky as the wood snapped under his own weight. Bright, violent branches cling to the charred wood, fiery arms sporadically reached up for me. A small metal rod pressed against my temple.
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-So… What now?
A passerby's sharp gaze stabbed into my back as I stood over his limp body,
"Don't worry about him!" my sudden twirl shook her, "He's just sleepy! A sleepy boy! Tee hee!" a perfectly executed 'giggle and wave' crushed any suspicion the woman and her two unruly dogs kept towards me.
When they left my view, I focused my attention back to the rapist, and rested my pointer finger on my head.
Although the weirdo does seem to be fully unconscious; a pile of teenager sprawled across the metal bench; I have serious doubts that my punches are strong enough to knock out a person in a single blow. I tapped my pointer for a moment before deciding…
-Okay, one more time
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*BANG* My brain suddenly split open.
"Owww, shit!" My head's pounding against my skull, wait… my head? I'm… back?! "I'm back! Oh my god, I'm alive!" I shot up, "I'm alive!!"
"So you WERE faking it!" A beautiful song that would have normally pissed me off floated gracefully to my ears. I turned to my beautiful sister, and with the first step into my new life, decided to forgive her, for I saw not an evildoer, not a naysayer, but rather, and fellow child of God, one who shall be loved as he sees fit.
"I forgive yo- *BOP*
My body flew to the ropes, the arena spun around me, the high pitched cheers of the crowd rang in my ears. I shot my arms up for the impending combo… I shot my…
-My arms wont… move!
I looked down to see them. They're all purple and soft! I can't defend! *BOOM*
Godzilla pulled back for her fourth *BAM* A stream of blood flowed to my eyes and forced them shut.
I can feel her legs, her full, plump, warm legs, weigh down on my lap and slowly wrap around me. Her curves flattened around and insulated both of my legs. *slllliiide* I can hear the fabric of her tight leggings rubbing against my blue jeans as she slid further and further towards my face. Every inch she slides, I feel her body heat grow hotter, and with just her heat alone, I can tell where her bosom is. My face grew flush as she grew closer, and she let slip a little laugh and looked away, I could hear the rustle of her hair falling towards me,a waft of her shampoo washed over me. Her shampoo smells… stranger than I'd imagined, sorta like… blood? I opened my eyes. I can see the sexy right hook flying towards my face.
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"wui-i oo guh… ooth wumnie?" Pitiful noises oozed out of the thing's mouth, "Ih luuvm oo!" I could see his mouth glue together as, I can only assume, he desperately pleaded for my forgiveness. I considered his apology, his wounds, although superficial, should be enough to sway any of his weirdo ways…
-Very well
I reached down to retrieve my phone, "Ah shit! I soiled my sweater!"
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-N..t?
-Na.e?
-Nate? Hellooo… yo, Nate, guess what? You're dead!