Ya know I could have sworm I posted this before but looking back through the pages I dont see it, guess it done slipped my mind. Anyway seeing as how everyone is posying stories and whatnot I thought I should post this, its the last piece of Pros I wrote, as most of the time this stuff bores me.



As I stood around the flames looking unto the man with the dark eyes, the dark man the cold man, he stood there almost in the shadows nothing and everything seemingly all of this universe at once. He stood there before me as I stand here before you looking at me as I look unto you. Was he evil? Was he good? What exactly could he have been? I do not fully comprehend the situation that I have been thrown into at this very moment. It is not completely that I do not know or do not see but I cannot think, I cannot feel. Frozen, was not the right word, scared, or trembling does not sum it up. I was not happy or glad, nor was I ecstatic. I was in a state, a feeling that truly cannot be explained by the words that are contained within language, as we know it to exist. It is unlike anything that I have ever felt or tried to explain, it is unlike anything I ever tried to define or have defined. The feeling was there, there was no denying that but, how did it come about. I could not quite place my finger on it, what was it, what was this that was running through my veins, running through my mind, running through me.
The dark man never once moved, he never said a word he never took a breath or altered his state. The only thing the dark man did was induce it. One (especially one as ignorant as myself) could never explain the feeling. I could never point a finger to the feeling that the man placed in every essence of my being. Why? What? How? I know not these things, how did I come to this state of being? How did I end up at the point I am at now? Standing here flames protruding from the walls, the ground, and the sky. It seems as though flames surrounded me on every side, growing as my curiosity grew, and I know not why. In my current state of mind I could never actually convey situation, not because I do not want to, but instead because I lack the ability. I lack what it takes to tell you why I am here, or how I arrived at this point. I would like to rethink everything that I have done in my life but how could I. How could someone like me explain all that I am and everything that has happened to me, all the epiphanies all the shame, all the glory, all the love and all the pain? All the pain I felt as I stood there. No pain it was not, it could have been. It was more then pain, it was more then sorrow or loss. It was all the horrid feelings ever felt by A human all at once washing over me like waves over rocks unrelenting and tormenting. However. At that moment like a spark, like the first light or morn through the dark cold night came a feeling. It pierced through all the unhappiness pain, sorrow, and loss, like I opened Pandora's box at they very bottom there was a bright flame. In the flame I could plainly see all that was right with the world. All the happiness of the families, all the songs of the church, all the smiles of young ones, and sighs of the lovers.
That Feeling, that wonderfully evil feeling. The darkest warm, feeling that soaked into my body. That feeling that contains light and dark, that awesomely sickening feeling, the saddening cold grim, insightful wonderfully illuminating feeling. The evil filled with light, the warmth filled with cold that feeling that is IT. I cannot explain it better it is as though the angels themselves Slain the devils to enter my mind and speak with the voice of god not to me, not to you, but from us unto thee. I am not of any importance. I am not anything special.
The dark mans cold dark look reminded me that I was nothing. The feelings were all there I knew they were. I could not explain them again or if did they would shift slowly one way or the other. As my mind shifted those feelings IT would begin to alter. Everything slowly became clear to me. I slowly begin to understand where I was. Not in heaven nor was I in hell. The flames around me were not hot as the sun, nor were they cold as the frozen tundra. The flames barely moved. Slowly they flickered almost as though they were taunting me. Obeying the dark mans every order. Working for him they must have been to hurt me. No not hurting me, why would they hurt me? I am not the one. I am not anything special. I am I. Those flames would not alter for me. The dark man would not even change his position I could not intimidate him. I am not as powerful as that man is. Just the look he carries the dark confidence with those obsidian eyes. Those cold dark eyes which caught a slight glimpse of. Stare into those evil things I could not. I could not handle the immense power that emanated from the dark being. I could not control myself I had to look. I had to see for myself. I must understand the control that he has over me.
Slowly I gazed into his eyes. I slowly made eye contact trying, as hard as I could not to peer to quickly, for fear that he would lunge. The feelings began to grow stronger, pulsating inside of me, growing each waking moment. The feeling remained neither good nor bad. They were instead an immense concentration of all the things that were right and wrong with this world flowing through my body all at once. Quickly he turned and he began to stare. His eyes looked so much softer then I imagined they looked pale and somewhat glazed. I could not understand the image that I saw. It was a mass of nothingness. It looked wretched but soothing and familiar. The image slowly began to focus into picture, as the feeling grew stronger and stronger I began to grow aware of these feelings I began to get frightened but as I grew frightened I found myself beginning to recognize everything this comforted me and brought me back to my cerebral limbo.
The image came into focus clearly now, I knew exactly what it was, and as I slowly realized what the picture was I began to grow scared of the picture the eyes bore. I knew at that moment that the shift had been completed I was no longer in limbo. I knew from this moment that the balance had been broken I was no longer center. I began to grow scared and saddened however, there was no happiness or familiarity any more. It was growing dark and the flames grew hot. They grew scorching hot like a the burning of hell itself...HELL...HELL...is that perhaps where I had ended up. In hell? No it could not be I am no sinner I am not going to burn. Slowly I understood the more I struggled the more the dark man began to smile his evil sick dark smile. The hotter the flames grew there more scared I became. I was in hell perhaps I had allowed myself to go into this dark purgatory known as Hades. It appeared to be the end for me perhaps, tired and sad I began to grow. Everything slowly became dark the world around me became dark. The dark man laughed menacingly, he then turned slowly and walked back into the shadows from whence he came. IT fled. The feelings began to flutter out of me in an instant. Like all the feelings in the world quickly flowed out of my ever loving should out of my body and into Pandora's box once again. As quickly as the came they fled. Darkness began to overwhelm me. Then. Nothingness.
Slowly the man began to open his eyes. He looked around understanding nothing of the events that happened in the previous hours. Looking around he saw nothing no one, only a bottle. A large 1-liter black labeled bottle lay to his side, completely drained of the contents inside. The ache in his forehead pulsed sending sharp pains through his brain. Slowly he began to reach up only to feel dried blood and a large gash. Looking around the man saw a pool of hardened blood on the floor beside him and red stains on his person. The man closed his eyes quickly as the light exposed itself from behind the dense trees. The pains in his stomach were a vicious reminder of what had occurred the night before. They were also clear indications of the contents of the bottle. A large cackle bellowed from the mans gut the kind of cackle that bellows from the demons of hell or the devil himself. The sick loud gritty cackle reserved for the most evil of men, the most sadistic and tormented souls. The cackle of evil itself. It was the cackle of the dark man. That was enough he began to think. His first experience with this violent scary controlled substance. Once may have been enough. Never again did he want to see the dark man.