Listen - Chapter 1
#3 of Listen - TMRS Characters and stuffs
This is the first chapter in a series of writing that I hope to turn into a film or animated series! This book is based upon many characters, but at this, chapter one, we only meet one in particular. Toward the end, another begins note, and that leads us into chapter 2
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Chapter 1
November 17th, 2012
I WOKE UP, AND IT WAS PECULIARLY QUIET. There was not any noise around that I could grasp. I thought perhaps that I could have died, though through my consciousness I found it clear that it couldn't have been true. Everything came at me together. I felt smothered, kind of short of breath. My head was pounding in time with my heart, and I thought I could have been under a couch cushion or something. The air smelled a bit like honey, but the sweet smell was periodically interrupted by another, more sinister metallic dinge.
I was scared to death, but I was forced to keep my composition. There were two things I knew I needed to do. Struggling, I managed to at least sit up. I bent over into my lap, and realized that I was in a seat. The entirety of my body was numb, and I couldn't make anything out other than the fact that I was so sick to my stomach that it pained me.
Finally, a wash came over me. Surprised, I fell over again immediately. There was an unbearable sting of pain that started from the back of my head, and slowly made it's way to every crevice of my body. My mind was scrambling, and I remember wanting to scream in agony, however, the burning seemed to have freed my numb limbs from their bondage before I could piece together what was unfolding. The least I could do was let out a long yawn accompanied by a short whine as I stretched in relief.
A moment had gone by, and I still didn't know where the hell I was. Everything was still very bleak, and I listened around me to no avail. Everything was just too indistinct, and I found it no more than just a blurb of noise. I tried to decode it, but it sounded like I was trying to listen to screaming through a Pringles can.
I lost the patience to continue listening, and I decided to give my ears a moment to recover. Eventually, I directed my attention back to the aromas that were switching places with one another. I have never experienced anything like it before, and it was almost astonishing.
The sweet smell was intense, almost intoxicating. Focussing in on it, I noticed another odor inside of it, something I had surely smelled before. At the same time, there was the other smell. It was comparable to the taste of an old penny and I recognized it immediately. I reached up to grab my snout when I realized that it was practically spraying.
Terrified, I reached down to grab my shirt and stop the bleeding. I sank in posture as I realized that the shirt was running soaked in what I assumed to be blood also. I thought I may have let out a small whine, but I couldn't tell. I wanted to fall right back over I was so scared, but that is when the overwhelming syrup smell returned.
This time however, the smell was accompanied by another. All I could describe it as was a faint gagging plastic smell. It was strange, I thought I had recognized the smell, it being stronger this time. Come to think of it, I wanted to say that it was ingrained in me by my past, or my earlier childhood. It came on stronger yet, and my mind was racing trying to piece it together.
Growing worried about my bleeding nose, I decided to drop it, and force the blood down into my snout and restrict it's exit by laying back down in the seat. I got a little light headed coming back down, but I did manage to re-obtain my original seated position, and loosen my composition.
Laying there for only a couple of minutes, I managed to become comfortably numb, if you will. I began to think about that smell again, and It only made feel more uneasy. It was so strange, so harsh, so subtle, and it has yet to come back in it's periodic wash over my head.
As I continued to think, I found myself gradually fading. I was slowly falling asleep, and I had to try not to think about it. My whim defeated my whit, and I succumbed to slumber, but before I could fall into it's tight grasp, I began to notice a dull roar coming from my right.
At last, I could hear something! I could make sense of things now, it was quiet, but I heard conversation indeed. The words were clear as day, but before I could listen to anything more, a voice pointed my way. "So, look who's awake! Lad really isn't dead afterall!" Needless to say I sank, the voice was far too familiar for me to forget, but it wasn't the one I had feared it would be at first.