Post by thebutlerdidit on Feb 24, 2013 14:01:02 GMT -5
Nathaniel woke up. But not in a hospital room, but in a hall where there were bright lights everywhere. Many large stained glass windows strained light onto the long wooden tables, the chairs all had padding and only at on end of a table sat two people. Nathaniel looked down, he wore his usual clothes, but the white was nearly blindingly clean. He walked towards the two people.
A setting of tea was on the table in old china placements, and bronze candlesticks held long white slow-burning candles. The two people held up their heads, their faces covered by the large brims of their top hats. when he saw their faces, he gasped. They were the faces of his older brothers, Sebastian and Donavon. "Hello again Nathaniel," said Donavon. "I thought you two were dead!" Nathaniel replied. They laughed, sipped their tea. "We are, and so are you," said of Sebastian.
"WHAT!?!?" Nathaniel yelled, "I can't be dead! I have a life, and a job!" He was pacing the floor. "But look at yourself now, do you not look perfect?" spoke Donavon. Nathaniel felt his face, no blemishes or freckles that he once had. His hair had no split ends and was as strait as a yardstick. His hands had no cuts or calluses that were originally there from him fumbling around with wires and electronic devices. His vision was perfect, whereas he needed contacts from focusing on ancient artifacts all night long.
"Is this not better than your normal life?" Said Sebastian. He smiled, pulled out a chair, and poured tea for Nathaniel. "Come sit down," he said. "No," They gave Nathaniel a surprised look, "What?" said Donavon. "N-no, NO!!!" yelled Nathaniel. He broke into a run away from them, but the hall seemed to never end. Then he fell to the ground and spasmed, his chest felt like it was being ripped open. Nathaniel screamed, but no sound escaped his mouth. Two dark figures loomed over his vision, but he saw no face on either of them, just dents and bumps on their heads where there is supposed to be their eyes, mouth, nose and cheeks.
He awoke in a bright room with screens and wires all around. He was in instant immense pain in his chest, sound escaped his mouth this time. Beeps and buzzes alerted all around him. Alexander rushed to his side. His light eyes a comfort to his brother, he yelled at a nurse get a Medic. "DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK!!! DON'T MAKE ME SEE THEM AGAIN!!" Nathaniel yelled to his twin. For the first time in his life since he was about six, Nathaniel had tears streaming down his gaunt face. Alexander squeezed his hand, and Nathaniel felt his entire body tense, arching his back off the bed. His head felt like it was impaled on a spike.
His sensitive, pale grey eyes, blinded by the lights, didn't know if they should widen because of the pain, or close because of the pain. He blacked out, the lights fading from his vision. His blood soaked the sheets, and his salty tears streamed into his hair and on the pillow. His head hit the steel headboard of the bed, and he felt even more pain. He thought he was really dying this time. Alexander's face burned an image into his mind. But not his face, those of Sebastian and Donavon.
A setting of tea was on the table in old china placements, and bronze candlesticks held long white slow-burning candles. The two people held up their heads, their faces covered by the large brims of their top hats. when he saw their faces, he gasped. They were the faces of his older brothers, Sebastian and Donavon. "Hello again Nathaniel," said Donavon. "I thought you two were dead!" Nathaniel replied. They laughed, sipped their tea. "We are, and so are you," said of Sebastian.
"WHAT!?!?" Nathaniel yelled, "I can't be dead! I have a life, and a job!" He was pacing the floor. "But look at yourself now, do you not look perfect?" spoke Donavon. Nathaniel felt his face, no blemishes or freckles that he once had. His hair had no split ends and was as strait as a yardstick. His hands had no cuts or calluses that were originally there from him fumbling around with wires and electronic devices. His vision was perfect, whereas he needed contacts from focusing on ancient artifacts all night long.
"Is this not better than your normal life?" Said Sebastian. He smiled, pulled out a chair, and poured tea for Nathaniel. "Come sit down," he said. "No," They gave Nathaniel a surprised look, "What?" said Donavon. "N-no, NO!!!" yelled Nathaniel. He broke into a run away from them, but the hall seemed to never end. Then he fell to the ground and spasmed, his chest felt like it was being ripped open. Nathaniel screamed, but no sound escaped his mouth. Two dark figures loomed over his vision, but he saw no face on either of them, just dents and bumps on their heads where there is supposed to be their eyes, mouth, nose and cheeks.
He awoke in a bright room with screens and wires all around. He was in instant immense pain in his chest, sound escaped his mouth this time. Beeps and buzzes alerted all around him. Alexander rushed to his side. His light eyes a comfort to his brother, he yelled at a nurse get a Medic. "DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK!!! DON'T MAKE ME SEE THEM AGAIN!!" Nathaniel yelled to his twin. For the first time in his life since he was about six, Nathaniel had tears streaming down his gaunt face. Alexander squeezed his hand, and Nathaniel felt his entire body tense, arching his back off the bed. His head felt like it was impaled on a spike.
His sensitive, pale grey eyes, blinded by the lights, didn't know if they should widen because of the pain, or close because of the pain. He blacked out, the lights fading from his vision. His blood soaked the sheets, and his salty tears streamed into his hair and on the pillow. His head hit the steel headboard of the bed, and he felt even more pain. He thought he was really dying this time. Alexander's face burned an image into his mind. But not his face, those of Sebastian and Donavon.