Short ficlet
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libra_travellerIt's a little more than a drabble, not really a full story, more of a glimpse into one of John's days being captured.
The world is dark, not really the world, just my view of it. I sit in this dark cell, no window, not even the sounds of the outdoors penetrate the brick walls. The only sense of mine that has anything to use is smell. It’s disgusting in here and I’d rather just be completely sense blind than be forced to smell the rats and my own mess. I’ve been in here long enough that my stomach cramps from the lack of food, and I’m dizzy from it as well. As awful as this is, I’d rather be in hell, I imagine it’d be warmer there. Not these shakes as I stuff my hands in my armpits and bite my lips to stop the trembling. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here. Probably just a couple days. And I wouldn’t mind so much, if I just knew I’d be getting out soon. I want to leave this place so I can just forget it ever happened. The mind’s powerful that way. Granted I’d probably be one of those lucky ones who had nightmares every night making me wonder which was the reality, that I was free, or that I only dreamed I were.
I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here. Well so am I. I didn’t do anything on purpose. Didn’t steal, didn’t schmooze someone else’s daughter. Didn’t kill anyone or even pick a fight. I didn’t desecrate the holy temple or hell, I didn’t even insult anyone. I was just walking. And I slipped on a rock, skinned my knee through my pants. And okay I’ll admit it: I swore a lot and may have pissed off the locals. So I got dragged off before my team realized something was wrong, a spear in my back too.
I’m more worried what happened to the others since I haven’t been rescued yet, nor has anyone come to see me and tell me what’s going on. I’m just stuck, and it’s not really cozy. So what am I to do? Nothing but hope this isn’t going to be the end of my existence. Hope that I don’t go crazy first.
The world is dark, not really the world, just my view of it. I sit in this dark cell, no window, not even the sounds of the outdoors penetrate the brick walls. The only sense of mine that has anything to use is smell. It’s disgusting in here and I’d rather just be completely sense blind than be forced to smell the rats and my own mess. I’ve been in here long enough that my stomach cramps from the lack of food, and I’m dizzy from it as well. As awful as this is, I’d rather be in hell, I imagine it’d be warmer there. Not these shakes as I stuff my hands in my armpits and bite my lips to stop the trembling. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here. Probably just a couple days. And I wouldn’t mind so much, if I just knew I’d be getting out soon. I want to leave this place so I can just forget it ever happened. The mind’s powerful that way. Granted I’d probably be one of those lucky ones who had nightmares every night making me wonder which was the reality, that I was free, or that I only dreamed I were.
I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here. Well so am I. I didn’t do anything on purpose. Didn’t steal, didn’t schmooze someone else’s daughter. Didn’t kill anyone or even pick a fight. I didn’t desecrate the holy temple or hell, I didn’t even insult anyone. I was just walking. And I slipped on a rock, skinned my knee through my pants. And okay I’ll admit it: I swore a lot and may have pissed off the locals. So I got dragged off before my team realized something was wrong, a spear in my back too.
I’m more worried what happened to the others since I haven’t been rescued yet, nor has anyone come to see me and tell me what’s going on. I’m just stuck, and it’s not really cozy. So what am I to do? Nothing but hope this isn’t going to be the end of my existence. Hope that I don’t go crazy first.
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on 2008-07-02 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-02 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-02 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-27 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-27 08:58 pm (UTC)dragged off before my team realized something was wrong
on 2009-03-22 01:07 am (UTC)he is MIA........although
the last sentence reflects what the (((((real))))) issue may become for him
Great ficlet.
Re: dragged off before my team realized something was wrong
on 2009-03-22 01:27 am (UTC)