No Evil

by SoleReclaimer

Rating: mature
Tags: Thriller, Comedy, Random, Adventure, Human, Dark
Length: 534

I'm in three levels of hell, and those are; where the hell am I? Who the hell am I? ... And what the hell am I?

Stuck in unknown lands with no idea what's going on, our protagonist must find his place on the game board as shadowy forces lurk in the background.
What will he do when he can't trust anyone, not even himself?

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Author's Notes: Well, here's my second go at writing a story. Hopefully it goes over better. At this stage things are still pretty vague about how things will be progressing but I will fight on and see where this goes.
Will you join me?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-21 11:40:37 UTC

See No Evil

Chapter 1: Remember No Evil

Blinding light and a sense of falling is what my current world is consumed by at the moment. Oh and what feels like my flesh burning off. I couldn't hear, couldn't breath. Just the swirling technicolor vortex I've found myself in. It would be beautiful if it didn't hurt so bad. I tried screaming but no sound came forth. I have no idea what's going on or how I got here, only one thing is for certain and that is that I want off this crazy acid trip or whatever the hell it is.

I fell, or flew, or whatever it is I'm doing for what felt like... I don't know. Ten minutes? An hour? I'm sorry, too distracted by the burning skin and the vomit inducing rainbow rave being forced into my retinas. After an extended amount of time, I finally felt something akin to gravity. With a final flash of light I fell on my back on a hard surface. I gasped for air, my lungs were burning, starved for oxygen and my skin still felt as if it were on fire. Little pin pricks of hot iron covering me entire body. All that didn't compare to the horrible migraine that followed.

"Argh fuck!"

To call it a simple migraine wouldn't do it justice. It gave the term 'a splitting headache' a new meaning. Imagine an ax that's been dipped in acid suddenly crashing through the top of your skull and then you might get the picture.

So yeah, something like that.

Normally one would pass out just from this, but as I grasped my skull in agony, I soon discovered to my eternal dismay, that my personal Hell is not yet over. As it seems that my insides have scrambled themselves into knots of torment.

I rolled into a fetal position on the hard surface I had found myself laying on. Dry heaving as it felt my intestines rearrange themselves into their proper positions, rather forcefully.

At this point I could breath, I couldn't see and at this point I was fairly sure I was going to die. Hell I'd welcome it if it'll stop all the pain. My eyes were clouded with tears as well as the burning of my nasals and throat from heaving up the acids of my stomach. My consciousness started to fade and I only had one thought going through my mind during this  entire episode that I've dubbed, "The most painful experience of my entire life."

'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Thankfully I needn't ponder this question any further as sweet sweet darkness took over and shrouded my sight and mind.

Once again I became one of the waking world, rather rudely I might add. Something glared brightly into my closed eyes that forced me awake. Shielding me eyes with my hand, I found that it was sunlight reflection off of something that just so happens to bounce the light particles right into my freaking eyes. I mean really? What the hell sun?

Groaning and massaging my head, fighting back another headache because of that light giving orb in the sky. Aka the freaking sun!