There’s a dull pain in my temple. I think something hit me, but I can’t remember. My left arm feels fuzzy. My left leg looks like it came out of a pretzel. I think it should be hurting. I think I should be screaming. Should I be screaming?
What would I scream in? Would I scream in fear? Or should I scream in fury? Or perhaps I should let my voice rise to the heavens in remorse, or just pain.
Is it wrong that I’m not screaming?
Is it wrong that I don’t feel anything?
I don’t even understand. I’ve reached my destination, but I don’t know how I know this. I fumble for the keys that have been quietly clinking at my waist and manage to drop them to the ground.
They shatter as though made of glass and not metal.
So I push against the rotten wood of the door and it collapses into a black abyss, as I try to grope my way through the cramped dampness of the dark. I can’t see what I’m doing or where I’m going, but one of my trembling hands catches a wall and, a moment later, a switch that I flick.
Why am I shivering so? Am I weak? Am I scared? Am I cold?
I don’t know. I don’t know anything.
A light flickers on from the centre of the ceiling, allowing me to take in the ruins of a destination I can’t remember knowing. One window has been boarded shut, though the wood has begun to collapse in on itself. There is a hole in the ceiling large enough for someone twice my size to fit through. I don’t think anybody made it though.
There’s another hole, a little bigger, in the floor. In this place I remember but don’t, I can’t recall there having been a basement. Just three simple rooms, though I don’t know what any of them were for.
One of the other rooms has caved in on itself, and I don’t fancy attempting to pick my way through the jagged wreckage. I can see gleaming golden bars barring the way into the third room.
My head hurts now. Like a knife digging into my brain. I think it’s something important, but I don’t know if it’s bad or good.
I can’t see anything in here. Just walls and mold and wreckage and water dripping down a wall- I think there should be something else.
I try to take a step but now my leg suddenly doesn’t let me up and I fall, crashing down onto the floor. I hear several loud cracks that sound deafening in the silence and then the floor disappears.
Why am I falling? Should I scream now? But what would I scream of?
I am confused. I do not know what is happening.
I hit the floor with what I think is a soft thump. I don’t know what that means. I don’t really care. My vision is going blurry. I think it’s going black. Am I going to die? How would I know?
Should I scream now? But why would I scream of death? Why can’t I remember anything?
I see someone. I think I’m going to be gone soon. Who is he? He is green and white. His Kanohi looks familiar. Is he a Toa? I don’t think he was a Toa. How do I know this? I don’t understand....
I recognize him but don’t recognize him. I am so confused. Is this death? Is this life? Is this....
A Toa... but...
I have not seen...
It’s so long since the last...
How do I know...?
I’m so confused.
Hopefully this is alright; I was going for just a quick, short story here. The main character is a Matoran (most likely male, though it could be a female Matoran too), and the Toa would be important somehow. I'm not really sure how to explain this; I think anything about it that can be explained is explained by the story itself.
EDIT: Fixed a small spelling error.
Edited by ibrow, Jun 22 2012 - 07:47 PM.