DarkLunacy
06-08-2004, 11:56 AM
The sun was falling rapidly and Renton didn’t have any firewood yet. As the temperature slowly began to drop his fears rose quickly. If he couldn’t find a tree or something soon he might freeze out here. The joint had worn off long ago. He was left with only the bitter memory of the warm feeling brought to him by the amazing weed. He could of course smoke more, but that risked passing out again, and he couldn’t risk that in this temperature. Just when he was beginning to surrender all hope and accept a frozen death his arm shot a hot flash through his body. A painfully hot blast. He looked down at his left arm. What he saw shocked and frightened him. A black web traced and danced around his veins. It was as if it had infused with the vein itself. His eyes followed it from his elbow up to his wrist and around to his backhand. He turned his palm over in amounting terror to discover where the web ended. He felt his body drop 10 more degrees as he saw what had taken over his hand. It was that same peace sign from hell that he saw on Jozan’s robe. Once again, vertigo possessed him and his eyes closed. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness (again) was the hard snow thumping against his back and head.
***
It was as it was before, he was seeing the past, but this time he was dead Renton. He tried to relax and go with it this time. It made things a little easier. Time had passed between the flashbacks and Renton had gained some color. He looked healthier this way. Filled with more life. They were at the door of the building and the snowy plains lay out before him. Jozan stood in front of him like a bouncer at a high-class club; only he was blocking the exit instead of the entrance. “Well… It appears you had better get going on your mission… You haven’t much time.” Jozan said looking down on him.
“Yeah… Don’t I know it. Well, if you get out of my way I can get to gettin'.”
“Certainly. But first,” Jozan lifted up his hand, covered in mesh chainmail. He placed his plam out with the fingers slightly hooked, “You must make our pact complete and true. Without this bind the contract is for naught.” Renton look doubtfully at Jozan the Knight with some degree of amusement. This guy is actually serious… I cant believe-“Can you not place the tips of your digits against mine?! Quickly. Time is our enemy”
Renton sighed in exasperation, “Fine. You win,” and placed his fingers against Joazan’s. Suddenly a sharp explosion of pain flew up his arm. It felt as if someone had been dripping liquid steel across his skin. His eyes clouded with a blinding white, the kind of white you see from getting a sharp blow to the back of the skull. Renton screamed and his body went limp to the floor. But his hand never left Jozan’s and he sat suspended in the air, hanging limp like a dog caught by the scruff of the neck. He heard Jozan laugh manically as he screamed in pain. “OPEN YOUR EYES!” Jozan yelled at Renton, “OPEN THEM AND WITNESS THE BOND!”
Renton’s eyes came into focus against his own will and looked at his arm. His veins were bulging out of his flesh and forming a black substance on top of them, flowing in intricate webs and designs. “Remember this pain. Remember and mark it well. If you betray us then this pain will flow through your body until you comply or reach the next plane.” He felt Jozan break contact and suddenly there was a pain in his wrist as it was wrenched up and around. It took him a moment to realize that Jozan had twisted it and had him up against the wall. At least now the pain from the ‘bind’ was going away. But still his arm hurt like hell as Jozan added more pressure to the hold. He leaned close to Renton then, letting him feel the radiating coolness from his helm. Renton still couldn’t see behind it even at the proximity. Another twist and Renton yelped in pain. He felt ashamed of giving this scumbag the satisfaction. “Listen here… I do not like you. I’ve seen your type before and you are all weak. Why they decided to use you in this matter I don’t know. You will probably die before you even get close to-”
“Fuck you!”
“What? I don’t know what that means.”
“It means you can take that God damned spear of yours, and jam it straight up your ass!”
A sudden thud echoed in the corridor and Renton hit the ground, feeling a dull swelling begin to ebb in his jaw. Before he went out he faintly heard approaching footsteps, and “Drag him out to.” Then black.
He woke up rembereing only bits and pieces from what happened. Being in a flashback and reliving a hazy memory is in and of itself a strange paradox. A feeling of ones soul and mind twisting apart and at the same time contracting in on itself is the only way to describe it. He stood up in the field of snow and gazed at his surroundings. Something had happened. Something terribly wrong and horrible… and then the messages came. Visions of himself laying in a box on risers and a man speaking about him like he was dead. Lots of static. He shook his head to clear his mind. It was no use, the images remained. When it cleared he pieced together several fragments of a elegy. He suddenly felt compelled to walk in a direction. When he looked the other to reconsider he felt a slight twinge in his arm, then set off in the ‘right’ direction.
***
It was as it was before, he was seeing the past, but this time he was dead Renton. He tried to relax and go with it this time. It made things a little easier. Time had passed between the flashbacks and Renton had gained some color. He looked healthier this way. Filled with more life. They were at the door of the building and the snowy plains lay out before him. Jozan stood in front of him like a bouncer at a high-class club; only he was blocking the exit instead of the entrance. “Well… It appears you had better get going on your mission… You haven’t much time.” Jozan said looking down on him.
“Yeah… Don’t I know it. Well, if you get out of my way I can get to gettin'.”
“Certainly. But first,” Jozan lifted up his hand, covered in mesh chainmail. He placed his plam out with the fingers slightly hooked, “You must make our pact complete and true. Without this bind the contract is for naught.” Renton look doubtfully at Jozan the Knight with some degree of amusement. This guy is actually serious… I cant believe-“Can you not place the tips of your digits against mine?! Quickly. Time is our enemy”
Renton sighed in exasperation, “Fine. You win,” and placed his fingers against Joazan’s. Suddenly a sharp explosion of pain flew up his arm. It felt as if someone had been dripping liquid steel across his skin. His eyes clouded with a blinding white, the kind of white you see from getting a sharp blow to the back of the skull. Renton screamed and his body went limp to the floor. But his hand never left Jozan’s and he sat suspended in the air, hanging limp like a dog caught by the scruff of the neck. He heard Jozan laugh manically as he screamed in pain. “OPEN YOUR EYES!” Jozan yelled at Renton, “OPEN THEM AND WITNESS THE BOND!”
Renton’s eyes came into focus against his own will and looked at his arm. His veins were bulging out of his flesh and forming a black substance on top of them, flowing in intricate webs and designs. “Remember this pain. Remember and mark it well. If you betray us then this pain will flow through your body until you comply or reach the next plane.” He felt Jozan break contact and suddenly there was a pain in his wrist as it was wrenched up and around. It took him a moment to realize that Jozan had twisted it and had him up against the wall. At least now the pain from the ‘bind’ was going away. But still his arm hurt like hell as Jozan added more pressure to the hold. He leaned close to Renton then, letting him feel the radiating coolness from his helm. Renton still couldn’t see behind it even at the proximity. Another twist and Renton yelped in pain. He felt ashamed of giving this scumbag the satisfaction. “Listen here… I do not like you. I’ve seen your type before and you are all weak. Why they decided to use you in this matter I don’t know. You will probably die before you even get close to-”
“Fuck you!”
“What? I don’t know what that means.”
“It means you can take that God damned spear of yours, and jam it straight up your ass!”
A sudden thud echoed in the corridor and Renton hit the ground, feeling a dull swelling begin to ebb in his jaw. Before he went out he faintly heard approaching footsteps, and “Drag him out to.” Then black.
He woke up rembereing only bits and pieces from what happened. Being in a flashback and reliving a hazy memory is in and of itself a strange paradox. A feeling of ones soul and mind twisting apart and at the same time contracting in on itself is the only way to describe it. He stood up in the field of snow and gazed at his surroundings. Something had happened. Something terribly wrong and horrible… and then the messages came. Visions of himself laying in a box on risers and a man speaking about him like he was dead. Lots of static. He shook his head to clear his mind. It was no use, the images remained. When it cleared he pieced together several fragments of a elegy. He suddenly felt compelled to walk in a direction. When he looked the other to reconsider he felt a slight twinge in his arm, then set off in the ‘right’ direction.