Satanic Fight story
Wensday Morning... I roll out of bed to the sounds of some new boy band ballader gone solo. I hit the ground with a thud. I massage the back of my spine and then reach around me trying to find something to wake me up. All my hands seem to fall on though is a paper due three weeks ago about the ancient civilizations of Peru. I lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, amuzed at how my eyes seem unable to stay focused. My sight goes blurry then clear, it stretches the horizontal, then distorts the verticle. I try and decide whether its worth waking up fully and loosing this amazing ability, but then, if I had decided to stay half awake, I would never show up for school at all.
I try lifting myself up, but I can't find the strength. I allocate all the energy in my body to my right arm so that I can at least go from laying to leaning on my bed rail. It is a failed attempt. As soon as I manage to prop myself up against the back of the bed, my body begins to sink back into slumber and before I know it, I'm opening my eyes and I'm once again on the floor with my eyes being amazed at the dancing lights on my ceiling.
Again I try to lift myself up, and this time I'm a bit more successfull. I move to the first stage of waking up, and thats getting my blood circulating. After I've managed to get my body to stay stationary leaned against the bed side, I'm able to eventually muster enough force to get me off my ass and onto my knees. From here I crouch over the side of my bed and throw my arms out like a fishing line to the sea, hoping to catch onto some sort of leverage. As usual, the other side of my bed takes the bait and I pull my torso up along the bed's side.
I pull myself to the other side of my bed that goes against the wall, and place myself there, like a masterless marionette waiting for use. My arms limp at my side, my legs pointing out in front of me, somewhat curled. Its while I'm stuck in this pose that my first coherent thought enters my mind... "How did I get here."
The last thing I can remember from the night before is that blinding light after we opened the book. My memory showed me images of fire and tormened demons screaming out from some ungodly portal, but that couldn't have really happened, it was just the morning brain lag. I was sure as soon as I had a couple of cups of coffee in my system and possible a doughnut or muffin, my head would clear up and rationalize the events of the night before.
First things first though, I needed to get up. I focus in on every muscle in my body and command them to wake up. It takes a while for the message to be relayed through my entire being, but eventually, the message is passed and I'm up. Even with my body in cooperation though, the junk on the floor and my dim-lit surrounds damper my attempts to leave my room. My foot stumbles over plays and novels that litter the floor of my room as my arms flail in front of me, trying to find a wall, or dresser, or anything to help lead the way out of my room.
After hitting nothing but air for several moments, my hand hits pay dirt on the dresser. From the dresser, my hand guides itself to the wall. I run my hand across the entire length of the wall, and find no door. "Back Wall," I think to myself as I move onto the next wall. I blindly continue to feel myself through my room and reach the end of the second wall, still, no door. "Where's the damn door?" I ask myself. I continue along the 3rd and fourth walls and still find no door. "Huh?"
I return to the 1st wall and guide myself to the dresser. I feel the top of the dresser and eventually find the lamp atop it. I attempt to turn on the lamp to enlighten my surroundings but am unable to find the on switch. "What is going on?" I feel along the dresser top for a few moments more and come across something unfamiliar, or at least, something I don't remember being in my room. Towards the edge of my dresser is a metallic hand mirror. I pick it up and try to examine it, but alas, in pitch black, its hard to notice anything about an object except its feel and texture.
The mirror is completly metalic, including the mirror part itself. The handle is cool to the touch and smooth like a well polished piece of marble. The metal encircling the mirror itself is apparently fairly jagged but with a pattern too it, it feels almost as if it were a circle of thorns. As for the mirror itself, it has some sort of strange warmth to it. When I touch it, I feel a calmness in my soul the likes of which I've never known. When I hold the mirror, I completly forget myself. Except for my name, I believe that I forget almost everything else. Where I am? What was I doing? How did I get here? All of these questions seem pointless when I hold the mirror in my grasp.
I tighte my hold on the mirror, not wanting to let it or this feeling go, but as I do so, the mirror itself seemed to come to life. The handle circled around my hand turning into a glove. It tightend on my arm and I felt an excruciating pain and screamed out in anguish. The thorns that surrounded the mirror crawled up my arm, piercing my skin each time they touch. The thorns go as far as my forearm and then stop. The thorns stand on end and then thrust themselves into my arm. However much this might have hurt, my mind is still focused on the pain in my hand and is unable too communicate the pain in my arm to me.
The thing that amazes me though, is the mirror itself. It has left the confines of its metallic husk and floats before me, apparently glowing with some sort of inner light. I looked deep into the light as tears stream from my eyes from the pain. The light quickly puts me into some sort of trance though and the light is all I can see. All the pain in my body begins to ebb away as I feel the light draw me into itself. The brilliance of the light grows until it was an oval in front of me. The outsides of the oval start to grow outward until they form a sphere encompasing my body. After the oval has enclosed me for what seems like an eternity, it quickly shrinks and squeezes my body with an incredible force. My veins throb from my head to my toes. The light was enfusing itself with my body!
As the light tries to join with me, my mind is barraged with images. I see images from long lost civilizations. Wars fought between angels and devils. The crumbling of mighty civilizations. Heroes of the past in there last moments of glory. The clearest memory though is of a man in some weird garb that I could not describe in a million years. Apparently the light is very fond of him because as I see this man even my heart is warmed. As I look upon the man though time passes quickly utnil the man is old and senile with wrinkles and a crooked back. Time passes even quicker now and in a single instant I see the man murdered, his burial, and vengance taken on the killers by the light. When the man dies my heart is filled with an incredible pain, as if I myself knew the man. The heartache is unbearable.
It was about this time, I passed out... or was it that I woke up? I'm still uncertain. All I know is that the next time I opened my eyes, I was tied and bound in some sort of extensive restrictive device. The room went on for what seemed like a mile, it was more like a hallway then an actual room. However, the room didn't have an openings. No windows, no doors, no tables. The only features in the rooms were a couple of columns for support.
The only other thing in the room was this spectral female being at the opposite end of the room. Her body seemed to fade in and out of reality constantly, it made it near impossible for me to make out her features. She wore a long gown with sleves that went way past her arms, or perhaps the sleves were her arms and the gown was her body, I still remain uncertain. She had long stringy black hair the seemed to cling to the front of her face so as to hide her features.
Her frame seemed thin and wiry, just like a pipe cleaner with a small piece of cloth hooked on it as it blew in the wind. However, despite all her strange features, there was something familiar about her that I could not quite place my finger on. I scanned my mind trying to figure out what or who she reminded me of, but all was blank.
Then, suddenly, and without warning, the spectre lunged towards me. There was no doubt that she meant to cause me harm. Her hair flew from her face and I got my first look at her horrific visage. Her face was long and skinny with the bones almost sticking through the skin. Where her eye balls should have been were two black sockets with blood dripping from them. Her lips were parched and seemed as if they were rotting on her face from some sort of flesh eating parasite. Crud was stocked up on the creavices of her lips and dryed saliva went from the upper part of her lip to her chin. She had only half a nose. One nostril had collapsed in on itself while the other had several small piercing like holes all over it.
Then she opened her mouth and let out a foul scent. I was at least 300 meters away from her and yet the moment she opened her mouth the stench hit me with incredible poingncy. My eyes tears uped and I coughed up a little bile from deep within my digestive track. The scent was so strong that I almost passed out again. What kept me concious though was her other torture.
Along with the horrific smell came her screaching harpy song. To describe the sound would be impossible, it was as if hands were scratching on a chalk board with the force of a sonic bomb added with crystal clarity... times 100. My ears popped as if they'd just elevated 2 miles in 3 seconds and were quickly elevating. The intensity of the was beyond measure. The fire in my head demanded a stop.
I believe this was the first time I felt it. On my arm, the one I'd held the mirror with, I felt a slight tingling sensation. My arm felt as if it were no longer bound and had free movement. Starting from my finger tips, I began to feel that warmth and peace that I had felt earlier. I don't know what trigered it, and at the time I had not a clue of what was happening, but in less then a second I was free from what bound me. I moved my arm in front of me and sized it up with thing flying at me. As the spectre closed in with 100 meters of me I concentrated hard on brining the air in the room into my hand.
I couldn't understand how I knew to do these things, but it all suddenly came to me. From what I've figured as soon as I recognized that I had the artifact on my arm, the mysteries and abilites it held came to me. Furthermore, the artifact shared with me how to use its fighting powers.
I felt the air tense around me. The pressure was mounting in my hand. I arched my arm backwards to brace myself for when I released the pressure. I felt my feet start to lift off the air, by moving arm back I was now taking the pressure from my body as well. Even though the pressure had left my body, I was easilly able to right myself as I floated off the ground.
I looked in front of me to see the spectre about 50 meters from me. I slowly close my eyes, hoping that I wasn't imagining what this thing on my arm was doing. I feel the pressure on my hand mount. I clench my fist a little bit more to ready myself. My arm sizzles from the focused power. The sizzling doesn't bother me though, in fact, its somewhat invigorating. The fact that I could die in a couple of seconds leaves my mind and I'm taken in by the power in my arm. Then it happens.
I open my eyes and see that the spectre is about slash down on me with its jagged teeth. I grind my teeth together and thrust my arm forward. As I thrust my arm forward I start to unclench my fist, unleashing the pent of energy. As soon as I open my fist the smallest bit it's flung forward with the speed and force of a cannon ball. My entire body is taken into the force and before I know it my open palm is clenched to the neck of the spectre as we fly towards the ceiling. It's screams are cut off and a writhers around as much as possible trying to escape my grasp.
I tuck in my knees an align them with her torso. I keep my arm with the artifact around the spectre's neck and place my other arm across the spectres chest so as to brace myself from feeling as little of the wall as possible. I clench my teeth as tightly as possible and close my eyes. When we hit the wall there is a thunderous crash. I feel chipped tile and stone on my arm and quickly open my arms to get ready for the tumble to the ground. However, I'm amazed to find I don't need to worry about the falling down for the force of the blow knocked both of us straight threw the ceiling unto the next floor.
I slowly start to stand, and notice that doing this and riteing myself are far harder then usual. I look to my side to notice that I haven't let my grasp on the spectres neck go. I throw the spectre to the ground and shake my hand to try and get some more feeling back in it. I look to my palm too see that it is covered in blood. I look over to the spectre and much to my disgust notice that its missing a head. The sight revults and sickens me, but at the same time, I feel myself saying to myself jokingly "Sorry, guess I don't know my own strength."
I walked over to examine the remains of the spectre to see if I could find some sort of clue as to where I was, and how I could get home, but as I bend over to examine the body, the artifact begins to glow. The moment that I touch the body yet another portal opens up in front of me. As far as I could tell, the portal was identical to the one I'd seen the night before. This time however, the portal wasn't filled with the same horrific sights. This time, there are images of human beings, images of earth, my earth. As I gaze into the portal, I notice a twitch out of the corner of my eye... even without a head, the spectre wasn't dead.
To say the least, by this point, I was begining to get kind of pissed off. I had a mirror engraved into my arm, an undead creature trying to shred me limb from limb, and it wasn't even noon yet. I put my hand to the center of the spectres chest and do an incantation with my hands. Within moments, the body of the spectre is ablaze with a holy light. The light at first is only focused on the chest area, but slowly spreads over the entire body. As the light slowly spreads, I see the layers of skin on the now definetly dead spectre disintigrate. Within the chest of the spectre were several diffrent bugs and maggots, all seemed to be feasting from the inside out of the creature. Even though the creature was a hideous demonous abomination, I still feel kind of bad for it. I'd heard people complain about having ringworms, and here was the inards of this decaying spectre, with actual maggots and bugs alive inside, quickly eating through her even as she lived.
The light slowly fades away and all that is left of the spectre is a ring. The ring is about the size of a slender womans pinky and has some sort of weird insignia going all along its side. In the center of the ring is a small container that I was unable to open despite all my prying. Eventually, I decide to take the ring as a momento of my battle, I mean, hey, what would she have been able to do with it. I place the ring into my jeans pocket quickly manage to forget all about it.
My attention is drawn back to the portal. I look deeply into it, still wondering where the hell that I am and how the hell to get back home. It's then that I hear the voice. It's a sweet melodic voice, I'm unable to tell whether its male or female, but it doesn't really matter given how its only in my head. It tells me to enter the portal, which I have no real intention of doing. I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I know when you see a distored worm hole of space and time in front of you, you don't enter it. After I hesitate for a couple moments the voice commands me to enter the portal. I wonder how exactally to tell the voice no. Given how I'm only hearing it in my head, would it hear me if I talked out loud? Probabally not.
I would have stayed there contemplating what to do if it weren't for my hand. My hand somehow managed to pick me up and throw me threw the portal. Despite what I expected, the portal was not nearly as exciting as I'd hoped. In fact, nothing happened at all there. I closed my eyes going through on one side, and woke up in my bed on the other side. Then, the alarm went off. Time for school.
I roll out of bed to the sounds of some new boy band ballader gone solo. I hit the ground with a thud. I massage the back of my spine and then reach around me trying to find something to wake me up. All my hands seem to fall on though is a paper due three weeks ago about the ancient civilizations of Peru. I lay on the floor.....
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