Post by Turkey on Mar 17, 2014 15:26:26 GMT -6
The small breeze blew around him and through the limbs of tree. The sky was dark around him and he could hear the buzzing of the many small insects that usually inhabited this part of America's south. Crickets chipped and the wing creatures buzzed and chirped s song to each other, a message only they could understand. His eyes following what he could of the grass moving, Sadiq could almost imagine everything was normal, if even for a few seconds. Closing his eyes, he did just that. He could see it, the short vision he had. Sitting outside under a tree, there usual meeting on a lunch break. He wanted it so bad he could almost taste it.
Keeping this fantasy going past a couple minutes was actually easier than expected. His mind seemed like it was looping how a normal day should go. Sighing as weird sounds fractured his vision, shattering the small escape he had made himself, the Turkish man froze. The noise sounded like scratching, a small chet , chet, chet every few seconds. Listening closely, images starting to race through his head of the creatures that could be making those sounds, the reasons those noises bothered him. The only thing that he could come up with was nails scratching against something...bark perhaps?
Jumping up an away from the place where he was sitting with his back to the tree, the Turkish man looked around, eyes scanning every which way while he circled, one hand clenching the hilt of his old sword, thanking every deity he could that it had lasted this long. Brown eyes scanned the area warily, looking for any enemy, anything that could cause such a sound. Moving slowly around the tree, he took in everything he could until the only possible place the noise could be coming from was up. Freezing where he was, dread filled him. Images from horror movies filled his head of what could happen. As soon as he looked up, the monster would be right there to get him, its long teeth dripping saliva as the eyes would shine with a light not of this world. Banishing the images, Sadiq knew what he had to do. Inhaling deeply, his eyes traveled up as his head tipped back, hopefully prepared for anything. What he saw wasn’t what he expected and he nearly had to laugh at himself.
Above him was no monster, nothing of the sort. The branches were moving with the wind and some of them were knocking into each other, creating the chet sound he had been hearing. He also saw a hangman’s noose hanging there, no longer the white rope it looked to have been in its prime, but an old rope, yellowed with age and time. It was just out of his reach and looked like it could still be used to hang a man if necessary. How he missed it when he first approached, Sadiq didn’t know, but there it was, swaying in the breeze. A shiver went down his spine, filled with dread. How many poor souls had lost their lives thanks to that rope, and how many of his friend had followed in their footsteps? This rope held a dark and bloody history, how could it not in a place like this? What if the Nations weren't the first group to get stuck in this place? It was only a matter of time till this entity got bored with them and decided to let them all die, like a small child who discared a toy when they were tired of it. Did some of the past playthings decide that this was the better way to go, to take yourself out of the game so the Manor and the Inhabitants couldn't decide when they were done playing? He couldn't know, there was no way for him to know, and honestly, he wasn't sure he really wanted to know those answers.
”Long drop with a sudden stop it is, wonder if they felt any pain with it?"
Keeping this fantasy going past a couple minutes was actually easier than expected. His mind seemed like it was looping how a normal day should go. Sighing as weird sounds fractured his vision, shattering the small escape he had made himself, the Turkish man froze. The noise sounded like scratching, a small chet , chet, chet every few seconds. Listening closely, images starting to race through his head of the creatures that could be making those sounds, the reasons those noises bothered him. The only thing that he could come up with was nails scratching against something...bark perhaps?
Jumping up an away from the place where he was sitting with his back to the tree, the Turkish man looked around, eyes scanning every which way while he circled, one hand clenching the hilt of his old sword, thanking every deity he could that it had lasted this long. Brown eyes scanned the area warily, looking for any enemy, anything that could cause such a sound. Moving slowly around the tree, he took in everything he could until the only possible place the noise could be coming from was up. Freezing where he was, dread filled him. Images from horror movies filled his head of what could happen. As soon as he looked up, the monster would be right there to get him, its long teeth dripping saliva as the eyes would shine with a light not of this world. Banishing the images, Sadiq knew what he had to do. Inhaling deeply, his eyes traveled up as his head tipped back, hopefully prepared for anything. What he saw wasn’t what he expected and he nearly had to laugh at himself.
Above him was no monster, nothing of the sort. The branches were moving with the wind and some of them were knocking into each other, creating the chet sound he had been hearing. He also saw a hangman’s noose hanging there, no longer the white rope it looked to have been in its prime, but an old rope, yellowed with age and time. It was just out of his reach and looked like it could still be used to hang a man if necessary. How he missed it when he first approached, Sadiq didn’t know, but there it was, swaying in the breeze. A shiver went down his spine, filled with dread. How many poor souls had lost their lives thanks to that rope, and how many of his friend had followed in their footsteps? This rope held a dark and bloody history, how could it not in a place like this? What if the Nations weren't the first group to get stuck in this place? It was only a matter of time till this entity got bored with them and decided to let them all die, like a small child who discared a toy when they were tired of it. Did some of the past playthings decide that this was the better way to go, to take yourself out of the game so the Manor and the Inhabitants couldn't decide when they were done playing? He couldn't know, there was no way for him to know, and honestly, he wasn't sure he really wanted to know those answers.
”Long drop with a sudden stop it is, wonder if they felt any pain with it?"