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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".28Flashback.29">(Flashback)</span><a href="(Flashback)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: (Flashback)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="br0">&#91;</span>FLASHBACK<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd been in the darkness so long...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So very, very long...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How long? You actually had no idea. You hadn't had the chance to bring any sort of clock or calendar with you- but, let's be honest, you probably would've stopped caring after month one. Anyhow, it was far too dark to actually see anything, in this place; it was just endless, inky blackness, so seeing anything on that clock/calendar probably would've been difficult. You'd been floating through this place for such a long time, you'd forgotten what'd brought you here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were pretty sure, though, that whatever it was had killed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, right, you'd almost forgotten to mention; you were almost completely sure that this was the afterlife you were in right now. Or, if it wasn't, some kind of temporal limbo that may as well be the afterlife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had no idea that being dead sucked it this hard. All you could do was tamper with the stuff in your backpack and twiddle your thumbs, waiting for something interesting to happen. In fact, you were doing the latter of those things right now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd be here soon. She promised she would. You impatiently drummed your fingers on your knee, trying your best to not freak out and start throwing things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, sure enough, just as you started grabbing for the most readily available object attached to your satchel, your vision was filled with a blindingly bright, white light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squinted, waving a friendly 'hello' to where you had heard the voice come from. Speaking of the voice: oh, god, it sounded so beautiful. It was the most magnificent thing you'd ever heard, like sweet ambrosia and blah, blah blah, you get the idea. Poeticism was never really your thing, so you usually opted to just say a few simple words and be done with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At any rate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you remember when I told you that I would need your help, one day?&quot; the voice cooed, the light pulsating to the rhythm of her words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nodded vigorously, making it as obvious as you possibly could that, yes, you did remember that conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckled softly, saying, &quot;It is good to know you are so enthusiastic.&quot; With another little chuckle, she added, &quot;It may please you to know that that day has finally come.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed. The time has come. I regret not having brought you sooner, but I was somewhat... preoccupied.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If your vocal chords still functioned, you would be whooping and yelling. This was so exciting! After all this time, trapped in an endless void of nothing, you would finally be free!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you need a moment, before you leave?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Internally, you were screaming. 'WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO, PACK MY THINGS?!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You seemed to be displaying this just as well externally, as you heard her chuckle softly. &quot;Oh, don't be so melodramatic. I was only joking.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt a pressure slowly build all around your body. It didn't hurt, or anything- it was just kind of strange. The light began to grow brighter, brighter, brighter still, forcing you to close your eyes if you didn't want them melting out of their sockets. You felt a foreign heat tickle your heavily protected skin, making you realize just how cold it was in this place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bon voyage, Anonymous...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hit something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were in any other situation, you would've been in pain, perhaps even irritated. But, for now, you were nearly in tears as you felt gravity's loving embrace take you in once more, and the feeling of solid ground beneath you. If you weren't separated by a firm layer of rubberized plastics and glass, you would be kissing the floor, whispering sweet nothings into its ear, telling it how you never wanted to leave it again. Oh, how good this feeling was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, though you had only just returned to the physical world, you knew that the floor was only one of the many commonplace miracles that existed. Giving the beautiful, magnificent ground a one final caress, you slowly stood to your feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or, you tried to. You got about halfway up before your knees gave out and you found yourself lying with the floor once again. 'Well,' you thought, 'two out of three isn't bad. Too tired to care, anyway.' And�so it was that you decided to retreat to the realm of sleep upon the floor that night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you didn't know, and what you would find out tomorrow morning, was that your resting spot was already occupied by someone else- and she wouldn't be too happy to see you in the morning.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dust...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything was just gone. With naught but a whimper, your entire world had ceased to be. Poof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sally, from the market? Poof. George, from down the hall? Poof. Lizzy, the girl that worked in storage? Never so much as talked to her, but- poof, there she goes. Everyone. Everyone was gone, in that instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The world was silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, SILENT, SILENT, SILENT- AAAAAAGH.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SILENT. TOO QUIET. TOO QUIET. PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No sound you could make would end the screaming silence. The absence of sound boiled the flesh from your skull and smashed the opaque bone to bits, leaving your raw brain exposed to the omnipresent shrieking of nothingness. Everything hurt. Life was pain. Thinking made it worse, but not thinking just deepened the silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just wanted to make it all stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted a way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Please.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Me.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You woke up, sweating bullets and laboring to take breath. Sitting bolt upright, you used the moment to take stock. Every muscle ached, and your entire body was freezing- but you were safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growled beneath your mask, balling your fists and gritting your teeth. Silence... Why did it have to remind you of the silence...? You wanted to scream, as loud as you possibly could. You wanted to break something. Punch someone. Do anything, just to get rid of that lingering memory of the bitter, caustic silence that haunted you back home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took a deep, unsteady breath. Had to calm down, or you might be in for a panic attack. Slowly, you let it out, filter whistling softly as the air passed through it. You pulled roughly at your gloves- first right, then left- before reaching for the zipper in the middle of your coat. Working it downwards, you felt the cool night air tickle your chest, soothing both the chilling cold and unbearable heat. A deep, comforted sigh escaped your lips as you were finally freed of the heavy garment, leaving your grungy wife-beater out to air. You probably stank to high heaven, considering you rarely even unzipped that coat- but that wasn't your on the top of your list of things to fix, nor was it that big of a problem. Basking in the lovely sensations, you ran your bare fingers through your grimy, matted, orangey hair, getting your fingers all greasy in the process. Observing this, you made sure to remember not to do that in the future; at least, until you cleaned yourself up a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wiping your hand off on your already disgusting pants, you decided it might be a good idea to try getting up again. It would probably be a good idea to explore your surroundings.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It seemed that all you needed was a bit of rest! Your legs were as good as new- or, kind of. You felt like you were recovering from twisting both ankles, but you could stand up straight and walk, at least. With small, wobbly steps, you made your way towards the first thing you saw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or, rather, the only thing you seemed to see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bookshelves! Loaded with hundreds upon hundreds of books! It was glorious! Never had you seen such an impressive collection! You couldn't read the titles, as it was fairly dark (what with it being night, and all that), but they were books! This had you excited beyond belief! How long had it been since you had read a book? Years, it had to have been! Oh, such a marvelous sight, it was!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But books could wait. Out of the corner of your eye, you had spied a flight of stairs. What better way to test your newly regained abilities than stairs? Actually, there were probably a lot of better ways- but hey, when in Rome, right? Hobbling over with all the confidence in the world, you lifted your foot up, and placed it VERY CAREFULLY on the-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost immediately, you slipped and got a face full of wood. I said carefully! I told you about stairs, didn't I?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poorly placed joke aside, you picked yourself up off the floor, deciding that it probably wasn't worth trying again. You would let the dastardly wooden scoundrels have their victory- for now.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't see anything else to investigate, really. There was a door, but you figured that staying inside might be for the best. So, now it was just you and the crickets. You'd missed crickets. Such wondrous creatures. They were musicians that didn't require any instruments, and they fascinated you to no end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawned quietly, the noise dragging you out of your thoughts. You realized that you were still extremely tired. Though hesitant to try, you assured yourself that you wouldn't have another nightmare- the chances were slim, and you really needed the sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You limped your way back over to where your coat lay on the floor, and collapsed onto it, snuggling in and letting out one more soft, contented sigh. You'd never realized how comfortable this thing was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you knew it, you were asleep. This time, no terrors of the night interrupted you, and you were able to rest undisturbed until early morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At which point, you would be assaulted by a terror of the day.</span></div></div>




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