Post by Zana on Nov 9, 2007 15:41:57 GMT -8
((OOC: This is supposedly set right after the fight and the time period this is taking place is in the past and whatnot...It has no relation to any other thread, mostly no direct relation. Cept the fight thread.))
Sunlight streamed through the windows as birds were chirping.
"Am I in Heaven?...Am I dead?.."
No. The merry sound of birds and the bright sunlight which came through the hospital curtains were merely signs of another morning. Another day, full of pain and suffering for countless people in the world. As life went on, people overcame struggles while others succumbed to the vicious hardships which they could not overcome.
'I couldn't overcome my struggle.and I want to believe it was just a dream, a fictitious event which sprang from the depths of my mind.'
Not. The pain in his stomach made him feel nauseous. He wearily got out of the cheap bed, and staggered to the bathroom. Creaking joints, and freshly woven skin made the realization all the more unendurable.
...A fight...It was an actual fight..A fight which no one could comprehend to be possible in this world. No. There were worse fights in this world. As Zan leaned against the sink, he looked up.
A bandaged face, with the right half of the face uncovered stared back at him. The face twisted into a horrible monster...one who would overcome and eat his soul.
The side which struggled against him...his mental enemy. Himself. Looking away, Zan exhaled slowly as he turned back to the mirror. There the face was, grinning...laughing. Seething with anger, Zan punched the mirror with a yell. A slight crack appeared...because there was no strength behind the fist. No force behind the hit. Just weak, flesh and bone behind the human's clenched hand.
Gasping, as his wounds reopened due to the strain, Zan looked up once more...this time he was greeted by a solemn face. The visage of a kid who had seen one too many bad things in his life. No happiness radiated from the face. As he stared at himself, Zanathos reached up and ripped off the bandages on his face. The skin had healed nicely, the scars were gone. The cuts he had due to splinters had dissipated, leaving only healing flesh behind.
Grunting from lack of strength, Zan walked out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed. He looked down at his stomach, and saw something which he could not believe was possible. Suddenly filled with strength, Zan ran to the bathroom once more and pulled off his bandages.
A nice neat scar on the left side of his stomach was present. The jagged cut ran down from the ribs to the first row of abdominal muscles. Gritting his teeth, Zan saw another deep cut, the one which had reopened, was bleeding profusely. As he was about to touch the cut, a doctor walked into the room, saw him, and immediately went back out muttering about crazy patients.
Zan returned to his bed, allowing the bleeding to help him fall asleep. Sooner or later, he would be out of here...out of the hospital, and would be back in the school. Grinning weakly he said to himself
"You know....your not crazy...your pretty sane."
The awkward comment to himself made Zan pause for a moment. He started to fall into involuntary sleep, as the blood loss made him woozy.
He thought back to the fight...and replayed it over and over, trying new scenarios.
The doctor returned to the room with bandages, sedatives and needle and thread. The doctor proceeded to stitch the kids wound with skill and finesse. After the wound was stitched, he injected sedatives into the kid and wrapped the bandages around his stomach once more.
Standing up, the doctor said, mostly to himself,
"You should be good to go in a few days. Just dont overstrain yourself until then. Doctor's orders."
As the doc made his way toward the door, he heard the patient mutter
"...that fight was actually pretty fun..I want to try it again sometime."
Shaking his head, the doctor left the room.
Sunlight streamed through the windows as birds were chirping.
"Am I in Heaven?...Am I dead?.."
No. The merry sound of birds and the bright sunlight which came through the hospital curtains were merely signs of another morning. Another day, full of pain and suffering for countless people in the world. As life went on, people overcame struggles while others succumbed to the vicious hardships which they could not overcome.
'I couldn't overcome my struggle.and I want to believe it was just a dream, a fictitious event which sprang from the depths of my mind.'
Not. The pain in his stomach made him feel nauseous. He wearily got out of the cheap bed, and staggered to the bathroom. Creaking joints, and freshly woven skin made the realization all the more unendurable.
...A fight...It was an actual fight..A fight which no one could comprehend to be possible in this world. No. There were worse fights in this world. As Zan leaned against the sink, he looked up.
A bandaged face, with the right half of the face uncovered stared back at him. The face twisted into a horrible monster...one who would overcome and eat his soul.
The side which struggled against him...his mental enemy. Himself. Looking away, Zan exhaled slowly as he turned back to the mirror. There the face was, grinning...laughing. Seething with anger, Zan punched the mirror with a yell. A slight crack appeared...because there was no strength behind the fist. No force behind the hit. Just weak, flesh and bone behind the human's clenched hand.
Gasping, as his wounds reopened due to the strain, Zan looked up once more...this time he was greeted by a solemn face. The visage of a kid who had seen one too many bad things in his life. No happiness radiated from the face. As he stared at himself, Zanathos reached up and ripped off the bandages on his face. The skin had healed nicely, the scars were gone. The cuts he had due to splinters had dissipated, leaving only healing flesh behind.
Grunting from lack of strength, Zan walked out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed. He looked down at his stomach, and saw something which he could not believe was possible. Suddenly filled with strength, Zan ran to the bathroom once more and pulled off his bandages.
A nice neat scar on the left side of his stomach was present. The jagged cut ran down from the ribs to the first row of abdominal muscles. Gritting his teeth, Zan saw another deep cut, the one which had reopened, was bleeding profusely. As he was about to touch the cut, a doctor walked into the room, saw him, and immediately went back out muttering about crazy patients.
Zan returned to his bed, allowing the bleeding to help him fall asleep. Sooner or later, he would be out of here...out of the hospital, and would be back in the school. Grinning weakly he said to himself
"You know....your not crazy...your pretty sane."
The awkward comment to himself made Zan pause for a moment. He started to fall into involuntary sleep, as the blood loss made him woozy.
He thought back to the fight...and replayed it over and over, trying new scenarios.
The doctor returned to the room with bandages, sedatives and needle and thread. The doctor proceeded to stitch the kids wound with skill and finesse. After the wound was stitched, he injected sedatives into the kid and wrapped the bandages around his stomach once more.
Standing up, the doctor said, mostly to himself,
"You should be good to go in a few days. Just dont overstrain yourself until then. Doctor's orders."
As the doc made his way toward the door, he heard the patient mutter
"...that fight was actually pretty fun..I want to try it again sometime."
Shaking his head, the doctor left the room.