Chapter 2 - Dead, Cold and Jack n Jill
#2 of Sometimes Dead is Better
Freeze Prisoner! xD This story deals with references to violence and death, and erm, Mythical things such as the underworld that may conflict with a persons beliefs and the like. Also this is here to fill space because this is an incredibly short story because Its been two months since my last one and Im in a total mental blank. But here it is. Chapter 2 Part 1 I guess. This story is a fictional short peice (Very short) . Jack and Jill Dolls are copyright to the god of creation. Erm, Adhes his mine.. I guess. xD --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes Dead is Better, Chapter Two: Dead, Cold and Jack n Jill. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes opened to a very odd feeling.. The sound of pained voices and the crackling of fire surrounded me and calm air with rushing sounds of wind alternated painfully in my ears. Before my eyes I saw pure shock. As if I sat before a partially broken television, I gazed between my world and a cold, swirling realm of another plane. I stared up to a holy priest who also held a face of shock plastered to his features, shakily holding a golden spear-like ornament connected straight to my chest. I began to lose the feeling of pain as I moved to the world everyone knew of, but no body knew about. The dead world. As my view alternated between the cold world more and my own world less, I began to panic. I was going to lose everything. I sat for moments in perpetually perfect health on my knees, staring almost entranced at the grey, lifeless dirt that sat beneath me. I finally looked up to my new world. My eyes were indeed open â€" but still, I was blind.. a metaphorical sense, of course. I stood shakily with new found energy to stare about me. For no less than 100 feet I could see man and demon alike all seeming to not at all notice me yet kept a tight attentive ring around my whole. I began to ran at a fearful pace, staring into the dark unpleasant purple sky for moments before staring directly into cold emotionless faces of men and women. It seemed no matter how far I would walk the people would never get any closer to me. Like these people were a moving panorama dancing to my footsteps away. This was torment. I fell to my knees panting, again in the position I was originally. In a sudden flash of burning black light, two very human looking figures stood before me with unchanging grins. One male, one female. The Female wore an old, Floral and baize dress and 1980's straw hat hiding over the top of cascading bleach-blonde hair. A mixture of ivory and pink purse held tightly in her hand. The man however kept neat black short hair and wore a very much formal suit on his attire, not an imperfection covering the dead male, and nothing to waver his happy smile. But the first thing I noticed was their lack of glisten in their eyes. "Hiii There!" The female greeted joyfully, Staring down onto me, almost boring into my soul with those odd blue eyes. "Hi...?" I said through clenched teeth, my mind pulsing to the rearrangement of my whole surroundings. My whole death. "You look alittle stressed.." The male said with the most chilling tone I'd ever hear. "How about you relax? You have plenty of time." I sat up and fell to my rump in a sigh, head downcast in near disbelief. "Im Jack. This is Jill! How are you?" He questioned, the girl keeping her exact figure. I moved out a hand to grab for whatever I could on the males body, preferably his arm. What I found was shocking. The Sleeve and entire arm of the formal suit he was wearing tore off to my touch. All three of our expressions grew wide as I stared at a collection of unpainted wooden joints and arm, connected to a disgusting ball on his elbow that allowed his arm movement. What was wrong with these people?! "What the Fuck are you?!" I hissed in disbelief. Yet before anything could be said at all, The male had pointed his other clothed arm to my forehead, and with a spark my whole sight went blank. My eyes felt hard, my hands curling into tight fists and my skin as sensitive as wood. A fear crept into my stomach fast and seemed to freeze there within me with the continuous horrible feeling, the light faded quickly, and my eyes opened to stare directly into the path of a burning Roof scaffold in fall. In complete surprise the fear was replaced with extreme urgency, thrusting my hands out in an attempt to block the burning heavy wood. When it came down apon me, to my surprise is smashed right around my body in a heavy clunk, Splitting in half. With haste I bounced up, the faces, purple sky and people totally gone. And so was my tale. Bright orange light filtered through the roof of the house I was in â€" No, This was the church!. I bashed through the closed back doors in a pant, running with trembling fear as I tried to get away from all of this horrible mess. How could I do this at all? My own home. I ran hard, feet thumping with an odd sound against the hard packed ground Shoelessly. I reached the edge of the black forest that led right back to my training guild, trotting through the thick bush and scraping past trees, bushes and thorns. Panting to a stop I dropped, bursting into a hysteric cry.