Post by jacques on Oct 20, 2007 14:33:10 GMT -5
Jacques lay in his bed, twisting and turning, he lay so knotted among the thin blankets you couldn't tell where a foot began and a hand ended. He was talking, moaning about something, his fist clenched tight, trashing the air on occassion. His body was drenched in a fine cold sweat, and he trashed again, banging his head against the bed post.
The jungle was around. All was silent, not the chirp of a bird or the bleating of deer. Not a single leaf stirred in the air. The air it self was still, heavy, as if someone had laid a rag, drenched in poison, over someone's mouth face. The air was gray, not as if it was night, but as if the sun had been put out, not a solitary cloud covering it, but as if all the light, all the color had been washed from the world, as if it had been bleached. Then, a low rumble started in the ground, to low to hear, and almost to soft to feel. Slowly, it raised in intenicty, until the world under Jacques feet was shaking, tossing him in the air, throwing him against rocks and trunks of trees more then a 1000 years old. Then, a horrible wind echo'ed through the trees, moaning, until it screeched through the jungle, slashing down leaves, pelting down trees as if they were twigs in a snow storm. Then an aweful voice filled the air.."Something is coming," One said as another echod, "Your a killer! You are no.."
BUt then, something woke Jacques up, and panting, he looked around, his as pale as a complection like his could go. His eyes were wide, and his teeth slightly bared, and he looked more like a tiger then ever before.
The jungle was around. All was silent, not the chirp of a bird or the bleating of deer. Not a single leaf stirred in the air. The air it self was still, heavy, as if someone had laid a rag, drenched in poison, over someone's mouth face. The air was gray, not as if it was night, but as if the sun had been put out, not a solitary cloud covering it, but as if all the light, all the color had been washed from the world, as if it had been bleached. Then, a low rumble started in the ground, to low to hear, and almost to soft to feel. Slowly, it raised in intenicty, until the world under Jacques feet was shaking, tossing him in the air, throwing him against rocks and trunks of trees more then a 1000 years old. Then, a horrible wind echo'ed through the trees, moaning, until it screeched through the jungle, slashing down leaves, pelting down trees as if they were twigs in a snow storm. Then an aweful voice filled the air.."Something is coming," One said as another echod, "Your a killer! You are no.."
BUt then, something woke Jacques up, and panting, he looked around, his as pale as a complection like his could go. His eyes were wide, and his teeth slightly bared, and he looked more like a tiger then ever before.