Cries of impending doom rose from the black. Screams invaded the dark that was his consciousness. Crimson spatters invaded his mind. Violent shudders overcame him. A high-pitched laughter cut through the screams like a knife through water. Gun shots exploded in his ears. Black beings ran from him. He roared and began to chase them. Then the darkness closed over him once more. 

 

It was daylight when he opened his eyes.

The sky was blue but gray was his color as he stood. Clutched in his hand was a knife. His head rang when he looked at it. Red covered it, as well as his hands. They were sticky; He rubbed them off on the grass. His head was empty. It always hurt when he woke up like this.

Green was his color. He bent over and retched. He wandered off, trying to remember how he had gotten there. 

His world became blue when he saw a house down the road. He started to get nervous again. He saw a couple walking on the lawn. 

Now red was his color as he walked towards them. And they were his, too. 

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.12.2011

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