My muse is relentless regardless if I am at work or on a hike, her call must be listened and absorbed. Here is the latest piece of madness that has more to come...
The Lost House
Victor opened his eyes wide as a searing pain overwhelmed his body, staggering him awake, frantic from the energy. To compound this feeling he realized he could not move, he was somehow restrained though he was laying down however the pain surged regardless. It was inescapable, all invasive upon his body and into his mind. There was no escape, no relief, it was writhing agony that he could not shake though his body did so achingly.
Suddenly appearing before him, a woman loomed over him and mouthed words he could not hear. Victor did not know this woman and it was in this moment of arrival that he began to notice all the more errors. He did not know this room, he did not know his clothes and bed, the scenery outside was unfamiliar. This information fused with the waking pain and he was overwhelmed, panicking from the sensory overload, his fears compounded by the fretful look on the woman's face. Her words did not reach him still and as tears filled his eyes and blocked his vision, Victor lost consciousness.
It was the next moment that he found himself standing across the street from his own home, the sun setting in the distance and radiating the sky with hues of purples and orange fanning across the waning blue. Victor stood there in awe as if this shimmering brilliance was new to him but rather it was a relief from the nightmare he could so vividly remember. Touching his chest and stomach, Victor felt no pain, as a matter of fact he felt rested, almost weightless even. He could not remember the last time he did not have some ache or pain that stemmed from old injuries and damage from overuse.
Looking back to his home, Victor smiled as he walked across the street, filled with an odd euphoria, almost gleeful. He grasped the door and found it locked. An inkling of fear swept his mind for a brief moment before he rummaged through his pocket and found his key. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Victor did not look back. He did not see the two figures standing behind him so close they could touch him. They watched as he entered,, their gaze fixated moreso on the house and the door than Victor himself. He shut the door and the two figures were gone.
His home was well lit and vibrated with a welcoming energy. The smell of baking wafted over him with an intoxicating aroma while the echoes of jazz filled the area with postitive energy. He stood just inside the doorway and took in the whole of the house, a faint smile pulling at his face all the while. Alice, his wife, exited the kitchen with a plate of fresh cookies, making her way to the coffee table to place them for the family to enjoy. She, and the cookies, dropped to the ground the second her eyes fell upon her husband, eyes filled with tears of overwhelming joy. Victor slumped down against the door, his eyes welling with tears, hand covering part of his face as he too was taken down by this moment. Alice rose a moment later and sprinted across the room, bumping through all obstacles, her arms grasping around Victor as she collapsed into his lap in tears. The noise summoned his children, Julia and Rocky, one from the kitchen as well and another upstairs. They fell together as a family and rejoiced with their reunion, all clinging to Victor as he struggled to hold all three. As Victor opened his mouth to speak, he awoke.
Flames of undulating pain scrapped across his body as he opened his eyes to the unfamiliar room once more. Their were two figures this time, one man who was holding him down while the woman prepared a syringe. Victor's eyes were the only free to move so they looked around frantically, searching for anything. In the doorway, behind the others, stood a man who seemed impartial to the ordeal. Faintly, though there was a sign of curiosity, this man's gaze fixated on Victor and no one else. His attire was that of a doctor but his gaze was wild and sharp. Other's moved past him but still he only looked at Victor. He began to lose consciousness once more and this put a smile on the man in the doorways face. Victor was relieved that the pain was subsiding yet nothing else made sense and he could no longer resist the fog that was caressing his entire being. He felt into sleep once more. The man in the doorway watched a little longer until he was the last. He clicked the light off to the room and shut the door. Victor was left in silence and darkness.
THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal