This choice: You're not sure, it hurts your eyes to look at it... • Go Back... Time seems to slow down around you.
You don't know what you're looking at beyond the portal. A multitude of colours shift and dance before your eyes, joining into cohesive structures at random.
Then, the colours dissolve into nothingness, and time speeds back up to normal.
You collapse to your knees as a stabbing pain overrides your muscles and sends you crashing to the floor, vision tainted red. You can feel something dripping down your face from your eyes, but it doesn't feel like blood. It's too thick, too slow. And besides, it's not your eyes that hurt, it's your mind.
Your entire body begins to itch maddeningly and you begin to scrape yourself along the floor in a futile attempt to rid yourself of the situation. You are dimly aware of the others in the room suffering a similar torment, but your mind is fully concentrated on yourself as a small circular area of your skin begins to prickle, feeling as if it is being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles. The area shifts this way and that, and you can feel a horrified presence somewhere not quite inside the room.
A dread wind suddenly picks up, blowing towards the portal. The forming vortex stutters repeatedly, as if someone in a laboratory like your own were attempting to turn it off, repeatedly, and to no avail. Clawing at the floor, you desperately try to drag yourself away from the portal. Unfortunately for you, however, you can't find anything to grab onto. You slowly slide towards the portal, leaving a thin trail of red-black liquid as your randomly aching muscles seize and spasm as you draw closer and closer.
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It is times like this that make you wish that you had no senses. Every nerve in your body is on fire, screaming out to you to get out of this place, and to get out now. You can feel what should be a gentle hand lightly carressing your bruised and battered body. Instead of feeling like a gentle hand, however, it only makes the areas it touches burn with sheer sensory overload, each one of the fine hairs on it like a tiny knife cutting into your skin.
You open your right eye just a touch - the left was gummed up with something that stung the eye and eyelids. What you see makes you wish you hadn't opened your eyes. Everything is static, but some chunks of static are larger and further away, or smaller and closer. You have no depth perception in this horrid and alien environment, and the swirling and clashing pixels of black and white quickly make you feel sick to your stomach. The static-hand that was stroking you in an attempt to help soothe your pain ceases its unwitting assault as a muzzle formed of dancing light enters your vision.
Screwing your eyes shut, you feel a familiar bodily fluid once again begin to drip from your eyes and nose.
Then the speaking starts.
"&:((£/&/,"
"4(/.-/&£())"
You can't understand it. Certain sounds match up but their meaning is lost amidst the sea of static as your ears begin to ring, quickly becoming unresponsive as your body cuts itself off from the outside world.
You could only hope that your body learns to adapt to this environment.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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