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I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 3 [Showdown 13 - RP 1]
Topic Started: Jan 16 2008, 07:25 AM (47 Views)
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It feels like I've been reliving one moment on repeat for an extended period of time I can't quite measure.

I see myself, dirtied from the forest. Dazed, disoriented and completely on the defensive. I watch myself from above - completely in a 3rd person perspective - with a detached sense of both amusement and horror. I see from behind me the archbishop as he approaches. He draws back his arms and as he swings at me, a flash of blurred metal in his hands. It connects with the back of my head and slump, unconscious to the ground. I'm still watching from afar, I try to react; to dodge the blow, but I can do nothing but watch. It happens in slow motion, all too quickly and in regular time over and over again all at the same time. Repeatedly I see and feel the impact and yet it is as if it never happened.

I open my eyes and I'm face down in the dirt. I look at my hands, they're still blurred.

... I'm dreaming.

Slowly I draw myself up off the ground. A quick inspection shows me I'm covered in dirt. I brush myself off quickly and it works far too well.

Tenderly I draw a hand to the back of my head. A lump I can tell must look grotesque has sprouted there, each movement of my body throbbing painfully in it. I take a quick look around, and deciding I may need medical attention, I hastily follow a road that has just appeared and yet was there the whole time.

As I move down the road I pass by a group of workmen busily constructing a large, blue tree. Three of them perform unrecognizable tasks around the base of the tree while another, in a crane is hoisting it up.

I notice several of them stop and whisper to each other as I pass. Their blurred faces fail to mask their expressions of amusement and curiosity. My own curiosity gets the best of me.

"What are you doing here?" I find myself asking.

A large man with a yellow hardhat approaches me, the number "4" emblazoned on the front of it. I can only assume this is my subconscious telling me he is the foreman. It's funny how something as complex as a mind can result in truly humorous literal translations of actual meanings...

The foreman smirks at me, "Well, we're working aren't we?" The words ooze from his mouth with the confidence of someone completely satisfied with their job, "Who's going to build all your world if we don't, eh?"

Somehow this doesn't strike me as a strange response. Still, I stare at him silently.

"It's down that way," he says, jerking his head in the direction of the road I am following, "you're nearly there, maybe 5 minutes to 10 hours, give or take."

"What is?"

He turns and returns to his work, I turn and continue down the road.

"The hospital of course." His reply comes after several moments. I don't need to turn around to know he is already back supervising construction - his reply seems to have been delayed somehow. Oh well, these things happen - I have a hospital to get to.

No sooner has this thought entered my mind, I arrive. A huge bamboo castle juts out of the ground in front of me. Banners of gold and red fly high on the towers, a true artifact of some ancient dynasty of my ancestors. But I have no time to admire my surroundings, I need medical attention apparently, and I fully intend to receive it.

I hurry towards a large gate and two faceless guards sweep out of my way as I approach, the door opening effortlessly after them. I enter the grand hall and immediately find myself in a hospital lobby. Several blurry faced patients sit scattered around the room in dressing gowns of every color - each sporting some sort of vague and mysterious illness or injury. And sitting behind a big desk at the far end of the deceptively long room, a nurse. She seems to be middle-aged, hardened and doesn't look up from her files as I approach.

"How can I help you?", she asks me cooly.

"I was attacked," my voice replies.

The nurse is unmoved. "By who?" she asks.

"The archbishop. I don't know his name--"

She cuts me off, "And what did he say?"

This is a strange question. I stare at her questioningly, she still doesn't look at me. "I.. uh... he told me... 'I must take up arms against my enemies'." I stumble over the words.

And for the first time, she looks at me.

"That's very sound advice, I suggest you take it." I am dumbfounded by this. She returns her focus straight away to the files. Her voice seems distant as she continues. "Ward 41."

Suddenly I realize I've already left the lobby through the large green door behind the nurse, it seems I know where I'm going. I turn left, and again, a right, another left... and I lose track somewhere around here. Just as I find myself questioning whether or not I actually know where to go, I arrive at Ward 41 and enter it.

As the door closes behind me I take in my surroundings, not a hospital ward, but a classroom. It is empty and the lights are out - a projector dimly lights the room. I take a seat behind one of the many empty desks and stare at the blackboard, which has been covered by a white screen for the projections. I look around for any sign of life when a voice fills my ears.

"How is that? Out of focus?"

I look around for the source of the voice but can see no-one. On the screen I see something - a shapeless form... it entices me forward, a mixture of gold and black... what could it be?

"How is the focus? Can you see?"

The voice again, it's distracting me from what's ahead of me - I nod violently to silence it. Meanwhile, I have silently stood from my seat and am slowly gliding towards the screen. I must get a closer look at this.

"Good."

The voice is different. Satisfied... but malicious. As I approach the screen the object of my desire changes color from gold... to blurred metal! The lump on the back of my head is suddenly back and throbs heavily. Everything turns into slow motion, but this time, I do not - I dive out of the way as the object soars over my head. I manage to regain my footing quickly and reach out my hand. Feeling stationary cold metal in it, I draw my hand back and now notice I'm brandishing a steel chair. I examine it with surprise only for the voice to speak one last time.

"Good."

This time the archbishop speaks with a satisfied malevolence as he stares at me... a baseball bat in his hand, the steel chair still in mine. He smiles and I am chilled to the core of my being.

"Very good."

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