Big open spaces.
Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 1:32 am
(Continued from Walking into the house of blood... )
At last after quite a bit of wandering Sven came upon an acceptable spot. A nice, open field. Fields were good. Unlike those nasty trees, it was nearly impossible to get lost in a field, though knowing Sven he might manage. He hated having to wander through the trees; he was surprised he wasn't more scratched up with all those awful branches there. Who decided that branches should exist, anyways? That was one of the good things about 'prison'. No damned branches. No kids walking around with guns shooting the hell out of each other either, but most importantly no branches.
Of course the middle of a large field wasn't the most tactical space to be in in a situation in a situation like Sven was in, but he was still convinced that he was invincible, and a complete genius. Sven Kekule, the invincible genius. Of course this idiotic game would never get the best of him. He didn't even want to play it at all, but it was looking like he had no choice. He decided that he had better read that little booklet inside his bag, so he sat down and took it out. He liked to avoid reading as much as he possibly could. It made him feel dizzy to have to look at all those little words, but this might be important. He began to read...
DON'T try escaping the island.
Geez, Sven thought, that's a dumb rule. Who'd honestly follow that? If Sven could manage to find his way out of a paper bag without getting lost, he'd have already tried.
DON'T try to take off the necklace.
Sven was really starting to think someone was out to get him; these rules were targeting everything he was good at! Nah, he thought, they must just be so terrified of what I can to they're trying to tell me not to do it. Reverse psychology, or whatever.
DON'T run around like an idiot, or scream like a wild banshee!
Sven laughed at this rule. It was funny. Just then, however, he noticed a small, red droplet running down one side of the booklet. What was that? He tried to touch it, but it just continued to slide down the page leaving no traces of anything on his finger whatsoever. Another one came down, and another, and another, and another. The booklet now looked as if he had slit someone's throat with it. He panicked, what if he was bleeding? He checked both his hands, but there was no blood anywhere. No blood staining his uniform or anything. It was as if the booklet itself was bleeding.
Soon the booklet looked as if it should be soaked, the blood or whatever it was dripping off, sometimes in big sticky globs. Sven looked down at his clothes; he couldn't get blood on his clothes! But nothing was there, nothing on the ground, nothing anywhere except that damned book. His heart was pumping faster and faster, what the hell was happening? He closed his eyes and with all of his strength tossed the booklet to the side. It was small and light, so it landed only a few meters away from him. The red was gone. The booklet was in the same condition it was when he had taken it out of the bag. He didn't dare pick it up though, that thing must be evil. It was probably a part of this twisted game.
In fact, it was Sven himself who had imagined the blood being there, but Sven hadn't went without his pills for this long in a very long time and couldn't tell his hallucinations from reality either way.
He sat down beside his bag again, trying to forget about the booklet and concentrate on his escape.
At last after quite a bit of wandering Sven came upon an acceptable spot. A nice, open field. Fields were good. Unlike those nasty trees, it was nearly impossible to get lost in a field, though knowing Sven he might manage. He hated having to wander through the trees; he was surprised he wasn't more scratched up with all those awful branches there. Who decided that branches should exist, anyways? That was one of the good things about 'prison'. No damned branches. No kids walking around with guns shooting the hell out of each other either, but most importantly no branches.
Of course the middle of a large field wasn't the most tactical space to be in in a situation in a situation like Sven was in, but he was still convinced that he was invincible, and a complete genius. Sven Kekule, the invincible genius. Of course this idiotic game would never get the best of him. He didn't even want to play it at all, but it was looking like he had no choice. He decided that he had better read that little booklet inside his bag, so he sat down and took it out. He liked to avoid reading as much as he possibly could. It made him feel dizzy to have to look at all those little words, but this might be important. He began to read...
DON'T try escaping the island.
Geez, Sven thought, that's a dumb rule. Who'd honestly follow that? If Sven could manage to find his way out of a paper bag without getting lost, he'd have already tried.
DON'T try to take off the necklace.
Sven was really starting to think someone was out to get him; these rules were targeting everything he was good at! Nah, he thought, they must just be so terrified of what I can to they're trying to tell me not to do it. Reverse psychology, or whatever.
DON'T run around like an idiot, or scream like a wild banshee!
Sven laughed at this rule. It was funny. Just then, however, he noticed a small, red droplet running down one side of the booklet. What was that? He tried to touch it, but it just continued to slide down the page leaving no traces of anything on his finger whatsoever. Another one came down, and another, and another, and another. The booklet now looked as if he had slit someone's throat with it. He panicked, what if he was bleeding? He checked both his hands, but there was no blood anywhere. No blood staining his uniform or anything. It was as if the booklet itself was bleeding.
Soon the booklet looked as if it should be soaked, the blood or whatever it was dripping off, sometimes in big sticky globs. Sven looked down at his clothes; he couldn't get blood on his clothes! But nothing was there, nothing on the ground, nothing anywhere except that damned book. His heart was pumping faster and faster, what the hell was happening? He closed his eyes and with all of his strength tossed the booklet to the side. It was small and light, so it landed only a few meters away from him. The red was gone. The booklet was in the same condition it was when he had taken it out of the bag. He didn't dare pick it up though, that thing must be evil. It was probably a part of this twisted game.
In fact, it was Sven himself who had imagined the blood being there, but Sven hadn't went without his pills for this long in a very long time and couldn't tell his hallucinations from reality either way.
He sat down beside his bag again, trying to forget about the booklet and concentrate on his escape.