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Here's a short story that I've started, but it's not done yet...
Darkness was the first thing that James Lyon saw when he opened his eyes. This wasnt the kind of darkness you would find anywhere, like at night outside. This was pure black, with no light whatsoever. James rubbed his head, slowly. Questions ran through James head. Why does my head heart so much? What was I doing last night? Where am I now? As his thoughts reeled James noticed something else. The coldness. It was bitterly cold. He closed his eyes and concentrated. What did I do last night?
Last night seemed to be a long ways off. James tried to sort his thoughts. Last night he had worked. Well, he had worked until six. Where did he work again? He rubbed his eyes with his fists. Im Santa Claus! Wait, no, that cant be right. Where was I at six oclock? Thats it, Im not Santa, but an elf. I work at the mall! The cold was now biting at James, but he had to think.
James gave another shiver as he rolled himself into a ball, pulling his shirt over his knees. His shirt! It had been purchased that night, and, if he remembered correctly. His old shirt had gotten dirty it was dirty. Something had been spilled on it, but what. His head pounded more as he tried to think. I changed and left work. But where did I go afterwards? I was going to meet someone at a party? Who and where? It was James rubbed his eyes again. His head hurt so much, and why was it so cold!
Who he was supposed to meet didnt matter. Where were they supposed to meet? They were going to a party, but where and why? Shivers ran through him as he thought hard. The first thing I heard was Christmas carols. I was in a church! I had gone with Jill, my girlfriend! We were at her church on Christmas Eve! I was having some punch, and got bumped. My shirt had a huge red stain, so someone had given me an extra shirt. I went to the bathroom, and as I was leaving I saw two punks heading away from the party. I must have followed them!
James head pounded now more than ever. But he knew he was close to something. He had followed the punks, one with a mohawk, and the other with a mullet. I followed them through the halls of this unfamiliar church. They were talking along the way, and, occasionally I heard them mention Drugs, and TJ. Soon they were in a large kitchen, presumably the churches. A suitcase was sitting on the counter, and mohawk man opened it. He said something about TJ being good for his word, and then it happened. But what was it?
James rubbed his eyes again. Its so cold in here! He skin was beginning to freeze to the cold metal floor he was on. James ran his hand through the back of his hair and felt something sticky. His hair was matted down with dry blood! How did that happen? I must have done something! Lets see, Mohawk was looking in the brief cage when I was pushed! A man came up behind me and pushed me into the kitchen! He had on a black trench coat and a wicked smile. But the most disturbing thing I noticed was the smell. He smelled of smoke, but not cigarette smoke! Before this man said anything he pulled out a lead pipe from behind his back and struck me on the head, hard!
Darkness was the first thing that James Lyon saw when he opened his eyes. This wasnt the kind of darkness you would find anywhere, like at night outside. This was pure black, with no light whatsoever. James rubbed his head, slowly. Questions ran through James head. Why does my head heart so much? What was I doing last night? Where am I now? As his thoughts reeled James noticed something else. The coldness. It was bitterly cold. He closed his eyes and concentrated. What did I do last night?
Last night seemed to be a long ways off. James tried to sort his thoughts. Last night he had worked. Well, he had worked until six. Where did he work again? He rubbed his eyes with his fists. Im Santa Claus! Wait, no, that cant be right. Where was I at six oclock? Thats it, Im not Santa, but an elf. I work at the mall! The cold was now biting at James, but he had to think.
James gave another shiver as he rolled himself into a ball, pulling his shirt over his knees. His shirt! It had been purchased that night, and, if he remembered correctly. His old shirt had gotten dirty it was dirty. Something had been spilled on it, but what. His head pounded more as he tried to think. I changed and left work. But where did I go afterwards? I was going to meet someone at a party? Who and where? It was James rubbed his eyes again. His head hurt so much, and why was it so cold!
Who he was supposed to meet didnt matter. Where were they supposed to meet? They were going to a party, but where and why? Shivers ran through him as he thought hard. The first thing I heard was Christmas carols. I was in a church! I had gone with Jill, my girlfriend! We were at her church on Christmas Eve! I was having some punch, and got bumped. My shirt had a huge red stain, so someone had given me an extra shirt. I went to the bathroom, and as I was leaving I saw two punks heading away from the party. I must have followed them!
James head pounded now more than ever. But he knew he was close to something. He had followed the punks, one with a mohawk, and the other with a mullet. I followed them through the halls of this unfamiliar church. They were talking along the way, and, occasionally I heard them mention Drugs, and TJ. Soon they were in a large kitchen, presumably the churches. A suitcase was sitting on the counter, and mohawk man opened it. He said something about TJ being good for his word, and then it happened. But what was it?
James rubbed his eyes again. Its so cold in here! He skin was beginning to freeze to the cold metal floor he was on. James ran his hand through the back of his hair and felt something sticky. His hair was matted down with dry blood! How did that happen? I must have done something! Lets see, Mohawk was looking in the brief cage when I was pushed! A man came up behind me and pushed me into the kitchen! He had on a black trench coat and a wicked smile. But the most disturbing thing I noticed was the smell. He smelled of smoke, but not cigarette smoke! Before this man said anything he pulled out a lead pipe from behind his back and struck me on the head, hard!
