Skye Maelstrom Faust
The light shone brightly. Around me I could see nothing but a blinding
white light. In the background, voices could be heard, conversing in
some unknown tongue. I tried to sit up and realized I could not. My
body and limbs were all secured. Beneath my head, the feel of cold
steel became apparent.
I again tried to move, but to no avail. Whatever was keeping my hands and feet down was also cold and hard. Lifting my head to at least look around ended in the same manner as my hands. It, too, was kept in place by the same cold steel.
It was at this time that I realized I was naked. I could feel the sting of the cold metal around various parts of my body. Obviously I was a prisoner in this place. Certainly I would not be kept like this of my own free will.
With every breath in my body and every force in my lungs, I screamed. Not out of pain. Not out of fear. Note out of humiliation. Strangely enough I felt none of these. I just wanted to scream. I wanted to make myself heard. I wanted to show that I was not afraid. I wanted to make them afraid.
The voices stopped. Abruptly the light darkened. I could feel stabbing pains throughout my body. As the stabbing pains slowed, my body began to heat up. I felt like I was on fire. The burning sensation ended as my body began to go cold. The feeling of ice covered my skull, even my brain felt frozen. Within seconds, I could feel a thaw, but not before my pores began to sweat. Everywhere all over my body, the wet stickiness spread. I could feel small bugs and parasites crawl over my legs, arms, and chest, biting my skin. The urge to itch was incredible. Again, the plague disappeared.
I could feel air buzzing by me. This time I could move. I flailed my arms until I was facing the direction I was moving. I was moving downward very quickly. The pressure of the dust in the air bit at me. But, as the ground quickly got closer, my mind began to slow. I could sense less and less around me. I could not even focus on my descent. My brain began to shut down. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I became blind and deaf. I knew that it was all over - this time.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story is a copyright of Skye
Maelstrom Faust (Michael Woods), 1998. All rights reserved.