Lazurus
Jan 12th, 2003, 11:57:13 PM
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It's been a long night. Trying to find my way.
Been through the darkness. Now I finally have my day.
And I will see my dream come alive at last. I will touch the sky.
And they?re not gonna hold me down no more, no they're not gonna change my mind.
-Russel Walton
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Time phased in and out. The ground was cold, and grey, he saw it through a swollen eye. He couldnt feel the other, he couldnt feel much, all numb. A cool red ooze flowed over every sore open wound. He didnt know how much time was passing, but he new it had been a long while as the ooze dried over as he phased in and out.
In his dreams he was pluaged by those he had killed, the many faces all he didnt know, just nameless kills over the years. So many to reach the hight he had reach, and had only been so low. What had he done? What had he accomplished?
He sensed the force flowing from him, his life force was weakening. His strength in the darkside alone keeping him alive, and even it was wavering. He clenched his eyes, a small tear falling down his disfigured face as he resigned to his death, all had left him in his life, what more was left to him in Death?
scuffling, he heard scuffling, he was partialy awake. Maybe? a foot, he thought he saw a foot. Was he moving, he coulda swore he saw the ground moving. Phasing... out... again
"Wha..."
He awoke on what felt like a cot, the room around him was quiet, it felt sterile. He lifted his arm, he could move! Pushing himself up he had a coughing fit. It was like his lungs couldnt remember how to work. hunched over he took his face in both hands, he felt almost smooth skin, what had happened to his warped burned and disfigured skin?
"Ah, I see your awake stranger, have a nice rest?"
A strange man had walked into the room, he wore a brown coat and didnt look to clean. He seemed friendly enough though, and he did let off a certain warmth.
"WHo are you..?"
"Me? My names Rocko. We were lucky to find you stranger, not many people actually go that far into dark territory. In fact lucky we found you when we did, almost dead you were. Took our two med droids to reconstructure your face alone."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, im sorry we couldnt make you like you were, but its better than not right?"
"I guess"
"Might I ask what happened?"
"Rather you didnt"
A small silent puase, the man looking down at Lazurus with a quizical eye.
"oooook, how bout this, whats your name?"
"M...." he considered this for a moment, then choosing a most suitable thought he spoke "My name is Lazurus"
It's been a long night. Trying to find my way.
Been through the darkness. Now I finally have my day.
And I will see my dream come alive at last. I will touch the sky.
And they?re not gonna hold me down no more, no they're not gonna change my mind.
-Russel Walton
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Time phased in and out. The ground was cold, and grey, he saw it through a swollen eye. He couldnt feel the other, he couldnt feel much, all numb. A cool red ooze flowed over every sore open wound. He didnt know how much time was passing, but he new it had been a long while as the ooze dried over as he phased in and out.
In his dreams he was pluaged by those he had killed, the many faces all he didnt know, just nameless kills over the years. So many to reach the hight he had reach, and had only been so low. What had he done? What had he accomplished?
He sensed the force flowing from him, his life force was weakening. His strength in the darkside alone keeping him alive, and even it was wavering. He clenched his eyes, a small tear falling down his disfigured face as he resigned to his death, all had left him in his life, what more was left to him in Death?
scuffling, he heard scuffling, he was partialy awake. Maybe? a foot, he thought he saw a foot. Was he moving, he coulda swore he saw the ground moving. Phasing... out... again
"Wha..."
He awoke on what felt like a cot, the room around him was quiet, it felt sterile. He lifted his arm, he could move! Pushing himself up he had a coughing fit. It was like his lungs couldnt remember how to work. hunched over he took his face in both hands, he felt almost smooth skin, what had happened to his warped burned and disfigured skin?
"Ah, I see your awake stranger, have a nice rest?"
A strange man had walked into the room, he wore a brown coat and didnt look to clean. He seemed friendly enough though, and he did let off a certain warmth.
"WHo are you..?"
"Me? My names Rocko. We were lucky to find you stranger, not many people actually go that far into dark territory. In fact lucky we found you when we did, almost dead you were. Took our two med droids to reconstructure your face alone."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, im sorry we couldnt make you like you were, but its better than not right?"
"I guess"
"Might I ask what happened?"
"Rather you didnt"
A small silent puase, the man looking down at Lazurus with a quizical eye.
"oooook, how bout this, whats your name?"
"M...." he considered this for a moment, then choosing a most suitable thought he spoke "My name is Lazurus"