Post by Jack on Mar 11, 2009 1:46:04 GMT -5
Jack sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, gasping for air. He was sweating, but he was cold. It was so vivid. Even now, after it was gone, the images burned at the forefront of his conciousness. He closed his eyes, but it only made it worse. What did he have to do to make it stop? He stood up, pulled on a shirt, and went to the door.
He left the room and looked at the grandfather clock in the hall. Five in the morning. He groaned and backed into his door, sliding to the ground and drawing his knees to his chest. He crossed his arms and put his head down. He couldn't fal asleep here, where it was cold and hard. And if he couldn't sleep, he couldn't have nightmares.
Lights flashed by. Jack was staring out a window of the train. He glanced around the inside. Nearly empty. A man across the aisle saw him looking over and spoke to him in another language. "Nous arrivions bientôt. Ils vont pas trouver encore." He stared at the man, then looked back out the window. A screech of metal on metal made him stand up, then he was thrown forward against the back of the seat in front of him as the car halted. The man who spoke to him before, a tall man dressed all in black with a soul patch and a scar across his cheek, stood up, too, and cursed. He ran to the door of the car, but was thrown back into the aisle by a large man in a leather jacket. The large man and two other men, identicle in appearance and dress - gray suits - filed into the train. The tall man with the scar stood up and pulled out a hand gun. He yelled in his language and Jack ducked under the seat and into the aisle. The man was yelling God knew what at him, and Jack ran toward the back of the train. The large man yelled to his twin cohorts in English, but his voice was so low, Jack couldn't hear him.
He jumped out the back door and hit the tracks running. Jumping fron tier to tier, he began to lose his balance. He jumped from the tracks to the dirt and kept running. He wasn't breathing. He must have been holding his breath. He didn't even flinch at the two gunshots ringing out from the train.
He almost didn't stop when the hand grabbed him. One of them wrapped an arm around his throat. He kept running, but they brought him down. He landed hard and was jerked immediately ack to his feet. He heard a yell that must have come from him. It was feral, almost a snarl, and he was trin to bite the men, clawing at their hands. He was being dragged backwards, his black outfit becoming increasingly dusty. He was thrown to the ground, and he saw the large man in the jacket hopped out of the train, pulled out a handkerchief, and lifted his feet one at a time, wiping blood from his sneakers. He tossed the handkerchief on the ground and walked over. Jack felt cold flood his veins, despite the sun glaring down at him.
He saw lights flashing for a second, as one of the twins grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him to his knees. The man in the jacket held out the gun,pressed the barrel to Jack's forehead. His voice was distant when he spoke, like thunder from miles away. "You're a weapon now. We have to save the world from creations like you." Jack's eyes widened. He could hear himself pleading, but it wasn't in English. He didn't know what it was he said, but the large man shook his head. Jack closed his eyes, then, miraculously, sighed. There was a click, then-
BANG!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jack screamed and woke up, oblivious of the fact that he'd ever been asleep. His hands were clasped over his forehead. He glanced at the clock. Five-ten.
He left the room and looked at the grandfather clock in the hall. Five in the morning. He groaned and backed into his door, sliding to the ground and drawing his knees to his chest. He crossed his arms and put his head down. He couldn't fal asleep here, where it was cold and hard. And if he couldn't sleep, he couldn't have nightmares.
Lights flashed by. Jack was staring out a window of the train. He glanced around the inside. Nearly empty. A man across the aisle saw him looking over and spoke to him in another language. "Nous arrivions bientôt. Ils vont pas trouver encore." He stared at the man, then looked back out the window. A screech of metal on metal made him stand up, then he was thrown forward against the back of the seat in front of him as the car halted. The man who spoke to him before, a tall man dressed all in black with a soul patch and a scar across his cheek, stood up, too, and cursed. He ran to the door of the car, but was thrown back into the aisle by a large man in a leather jacket. The large man and two other men, identicle in appearance and dress - gray suits - filed into the train. The tall man with the scar stood up and pulled out a hand gun. He yelled in his language and Jack ducked under the seat and into the aisle. The man was yelling God knew what at him, and Jack ran toward the back of the train. The large man yelled to his twin cohorts in English, but his voice was so low, Jack couldn't hear him.
He jumped out the back door and hit the tracks running. Jumping fron tier to tier, he began to lose his balance. He jumped from the tracks to the dirt and kept running. He wasn't breathing. He must have been holding his breath. He didn't even flinch at the two gunshots ringing out from the train.
He almost didn't stop when the hand grabbed him. One of them wrapped an arm around his throat. He kept running, but they brought him down. He landed hard and was jerked immediately ack to his feet. He heard a yell that must have come from him. It was feral, almost a snarl, and he was trin to bite the men, clawing at their hands. He was being dragged backwards, his black outfit becoming increasingly dusty. He was thrown to the ground, and he saw the large man in the jacket hopped out of the train, pulled out a handkerchief, and lifted his feet one at a time, wiping blood from his sneakers. He tossed the handkerchief on the ground and walked over. Jack felt cold flood his veins, despite the sun glaring down at him.
He saw lights flashing for a second, as one of the twins grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him to his knees. The man in the jacket held out the gun,pressed the barrel to Jack's forehead. His voice was distant when he spoke, like thunder from miles away. "You're a weapon now. We have to save the world from creations like you." Jack's eyes widened. He could hear himself pleading, but it wasn't in English. He didn't know what it was he said, but the large man shook his head. Jack closed his eyes, then, miraculously, sighed. There was a click, then-
BANG!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jack screamed and woke up, oblivious of the fact that he'd ever been asleep. His hands were clasped over his forehead. He glanced at the clock. Five-ten.
