THE WANDERING LOSS [SIAL] Jun 16, 2014 17:34:18 GMT -5
Post by AKANE on Jun 16, 2014 17:34:18 GMT -5
It was a void of nothingness; intent and direction cut off from an exhausted mind refusing to process. It was a heavy awareness, and just keeping reality from crashing into her existence took all the energy her mind could generate. Understanding, reason, acceptance – they were all held at bay as a dam to a great river.
Akane walked slowly through the sand dunes, her blue-grey eyes were dry and blood shot. She stared out into the world vacantly as if she looked at everything at once, hoping something would sink in. Her long dark hair was pushed this way and that in the winds as she walked, tangling wildly. Tear stains trailed down her tanned face and her arms were folded around her middle unconsciously against the weather.
She stopped and looked back. Why was she here again?
The gears began to turn and immediately her mind was assaulted by memories. His smile, his bare shoulders under her touch, his kiss, their fingers intertwined, his lips. Moments, all those precious little moments. Her knees failed her and she sank to the ground. Only instinct called her hands to catch her fall and there she remained for long moments – trying to catch her breath.
She was running away from a single fact, the unbearable knowledge that was too hard to accept and too painful to survive. She couldn’t do it. So she stood slowly and carefully, and continued to walk.
Akane did not see the shifters in the distance, but as they made their way straight to her it was obvious they had been watching for a long time. When they reached her she stopped. Their mouths moved, but she couldn’t concentrate on them. A hand seized her hair and the pain shook her free of the fog as she cried out in pain, her hands reaching back as she tried to claw herself free.
What are you doing here, you need to leave and NOT come back, a stern voice ground out. There was movement and a call of alarm. She’s wounded. Several minutes went by after arguments and she was thrown back to the ground. The world would not stay put, and suddenly there was a fierce pain to her middle and she hissed, clutching the tiny bump that had formed below her belly button. Had someone kicked her? She looked down and realized her bottom half was soaked and heavy.
She lifted her hand and peered at it in confusion. It was covered in a rich warm scarlet. Distantly she wondered how paint had gotten on her when the metallic smell hit her nose. Blood. It didn’t make sense there was so much. She looked down just as another agonizing pain churned her insides. She screamed and everything faded blissfully away.
Flashes came to her, like different pieces to movies she had never seen. She was being carried; the sky was clear and blue then faded into a black night. Black as the eyes of a dark man that peered down at her, his brow furrowed as he spoke to her. His voice sounded like the distant thunder that seemed to roll past her as she lay in a tent for an endless age. Dreams feathered or tore between her bouts of wakefulness, good dreams beautiful dreams … and terrible ones. Once she was awakened to the same face of the dark eyed man as he spoke to her.
“Koko wa doko?” she asked in Japanese without thought. Her abdomen ached brutally as did her head. Her mouth was dry and someone lifted her shoulders to pour cool water into her mouth. She drank greedily before slipping back into her fever.
Ostat'sya zdes'!' Slansky's voice echoed into her mind a thousand times.
“Koko wa doko?” - Where am I?
Ostat'sya zdes'!' - Stay here!