Post by childofthehunt on Mar 5, 2009 14:18:29 GMT -5
"Wake up."
he sat up in bed, panting heavily.
beads of sweat formed on his forehead. he raked his short blond hair with his fingers.
it was that dream again. he dreamt of drowing. he dreamt of dying...again.
the man pushed the dirty covers off him and struggled to climb out of the iron bed.
he managed to balance himself despite his wobbly knees.
he found himself standing in the middle of a ghastly looking room. it looked old. it smelled
old.
"what is this place?" he uttered to himself. "what am i doing here?"
eyebrows furrowed, he started walking and found his black shirt and light
blue hooded jacket on the dusty floor. he picked them up and headed towards
the bathroom.
in front of the mirror, he studied his face for what seemed like hours. the man looking
back at him in the cracked mirror had ratty blond hair and boring blue eyes.
he wish he knew who he was looking at. he couldnt seem to remember. it's like someone wiped his
memory clean. this guy before him, was a stranger in his eyes.
he bent his head down and found something shiny at the bottom of the grimy sink he was leaning on.
it was a small silver key. he picked it up and thought it might come in handy.
he brushed strands of blond hair away from his pale face and returned to the bed room again.
on his way there, he stepped on something on the floor. he bent down to pick it up.
it was a match box and it read "The Black Orchid." He turned it around and found an address.
"City Of Animus." He repeated, shoving the matchbox inside his jacket's pocket.
He's never heard of this place before.
all of the questions flooding his thoughts made his head hurt. he massaged his temples with his fingers
and felt the sudden urge to get out of there...fast. maybe someone, outside would be able to tell him
who he is or how he got there.
he got up to his feet and went towards the door. he turned the handle. it was locked from the outside.
he banged the door in frustration. he shoved one hand in his pocket and felt something. it was the key
he got earlier.
he pulled it out and tried using it to open the door. it worked.
the door led him to the dark eerie hallway and into the hotel's reception area. there were no signs of life.
he could tell by the dust that no one's been here for quite a long time.
over at the front desk, the man browsed through the guest list for any information.
"Arqus." It read. "Room 4."
That must be him. That must be his name. There were no other names listed aside from that.
he rummaged through the drawers but found nothing, except for a worn out blue ipod mini. he took it
and jumped over the desk with ease.
he needs answers and it was quite obvious he's not gonna get them here. he plugged the earphones to his
ears and stepped out of The Black Orchid's huge front door.
just like the hotel, the streets were empty.
the air outside reeked of menace, of chaos, and of death. a shiver ran down his spine.
the sky bled red orange over the horizon. it was almost dusk.
at the opposite side of the street, there was a poster, plastered on an old brick wall.
it had a scary looking face on it, and in big bold red letters it greeted...
"Welcome to Animus."
there goes another shiver down his spine.
he pulled his hood over his head and walked through the empty streets...
he sat up in bed, panting heavily.
beads of sweat formed on his forehead. he raked his short blond hair with his fingers.
it was that dream again. he dreamt of drowing. he dreamt of dying...again.
the man pushed the dirty covers off him and struggled to climb out of the iron bed.
he managed to balance himself despite his wobbly knees.
he found himself standing in the middle of a ghastly looking room. it looked old. it smelled
old.
"what is this place?" he uttered to himself. "what am i doing here?"
eyebrows furrowed, he started walking and found his black shirt and light
blue hooded jacket on the dusty floor. he picked them up and headed towards
the bathroom.
in front of the mirror, he studied his face for what seemed like hours. the man looking
back at him in the cracked mirror had ratty blond hair and boring blue eyes.
he wish he knew who he was looking at. he couldnt seem to remember. it's like someone wiped his
memory clean. this guy before him, was a stranger in his eyes.
he bent his head down and found something shiny at the bottom of the grimy sink he was leaning on.
it was a small silver key. he picked it up and thought it might come in handy.
he brushed strands of blond hair away from his pale face and returned to the bed room again.
on his way there, he stepped on something on the floor. he bent down to pick it up.
it was a match box and it read "The Black Orchid." He turned it around and found an address.
"City Of Animus." He repeated, shoving the matchbox inside his jacket's pocket.
He's never heard of this place before.
all of the questions flooding his thoughts made his head hurt. he massaged his temples with his fingers
and felt the sudden urge to get out of there...fast. maybe someone, outside would be able to tell him
who he is or how he got there.
he got up to his feet and went towards the door. he turned the handle. it was locked from the outside.
he banged the door in frustration. he shoved one hand in his pocket and felt something. it was the key
he got earlier.
he pulled it out and tried using it to open the door. it worked.
the door led him to the dark eerie hallway and into the hotel's reception area. there were no signs of life.
he could tell by the dust that no one's been here for quite a long time.
over at the front desk, the man browsed through the guest list for any information.
"Arqus." It read. "Room 4."
That must be him. That must be his name. There were no other names listed aside from that.
he rummaged through the drawers but found nothing, except for a worn out blue ipod mini. he took it
and jumped over the desk with ease.
he needs answers and it was quite obvious he's not gonna get them here. he plugged the earphones to his
ears and stepped out of The Black Orchid's huge front door.
just like the hotel, the streets were empty.
the air outside reeked of menace, of chaos, and of death. a shiver ran down his spine.
the sky bled red orange over the horizon. it was almost dusk.
at the opposite side of the street, there was a poster, plastered on an old brick wall.
it had a scary looking face on it, and in big bold red letters it greeted...
"Welcome to Animus."
there goes another shiver down his spine.
he pulled his hood over his head and walked through the empty streets...