Posted Jul 12 2012 - 12:13 AM
[Ooc: Wow I really hope I didn't ruin this story. Sorry for the plot change yal, hopefully it's okay and something that can be worked with. I spent about an hour trying to come up with something unique and I'm not sure if I did that well...]
It’s a long five minutes before I’m able think clearly.
I can’t remember when we started to run or what the man before me tried to explain while he grabbed my arm. In this dark tunnel I instinctively glance down every other moment, watching for pipes and rails on the floor. Every time I slow, the man pulls me forward.
He’s determined in his look. He’s wearing glasses that are cracked on the left lens and keeps a frown. He’s well shaven and wears a trench coat that covers up his green sweater and black dress pants, but blood is stained across his face and neck. He has glass that is still itched into his coat and I feel a creeping dread every time I look at him.
He was dead.
Despite that minor detail, he’s almost the exact opposite of what I look like, besides the cuts to the skin. I have a light jacket, black hair to his blond and jeans. My shirt has numerous album pictures of the Beatles across the front.
I’m gasping for air, my sneakers slicking across the pavement and my thoughts turn to the friend I’ve left behind.
How could I leave her?
It wasn’t like I knew her. But ever since things had gone from scary to terrifying, she had been there. I miss her little talks and her smile. I know it doesn’t seem logical –though at the moment nothing does, but I feel like it’s was my fault, for asking her to leave the train.
I stare up toward the man, who keeps glancing over his shoulder either to see if whatever it is that we left behind is following us, or just to look at me.
And in the next moment I pull from his grasp and come to a stop. Desperation is not really on my mind after what I saw, because really what chance do we have of surviving… that?
The man doesn’t keep running, and I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but I never thought he’d simply stop and turn to meet my eyes. I thought maybe he’d scream at me that I’m a fool or ask what I’ve found, like an exit.
We watch each other in silence, and I see that though he’s just been brought back from the dead, he seems too calm. Slightly impatient though.
“She’s gone… she’s dead, right?” and, I don’t know why, but I think of my father at that moment. My eyes start to moisten a little.
“No.” His reply is easy and his face isn’t filled with impatience any more. I think he pities me. I don’t like it.
I lift up my arms to my head and run my fingers through my hair, turning around and facing more darkness. I’m trying to decide if this is a nightmare. I’m anxious and I can’t slow my breathing. Around us, there is a constant dripping of water and rumble of pipes and rails.
I turn around to face him.
“W-what are…” holding it all in becomes impossible and I shout at him. “What are you!?”
“Is your ipod working?” he asks instead, almost instantly.
I gulp, trying to calm nerves and falter. My nose is starting to run as do the tears.
“You heard me. Check your ipod.”
Fumbling, without taking my eyes off him, I retrieve my device from my jacket pocket, like I’ve done a million times before. It had been left on shuffle and was now playing Desperado by the Eagles. Gingerly, I pick up the headphones still attached and bring one of them to my ear. No static at all, it’s playing crystal clear.
“I-it’s, uh… Yeah it’s working.” I wipe my face with my long sleeve trying to regain myself, leaving a residue of tears and sweat and blood against the cotton.
“Are, you going help me? Can you?” I ask, not sure what kind of an answer I want.
He doesn’t say anything.
“Can we save her too?”
“Perhaps,” he replies.
“What are you?” I ask again, trying to be stronger than I feel.
There’s another long moment of silence. And the man places a hand to his mouth, in thought.
“You can’t understand, not from your limited view. But that thing back there. That force, I need you to think of it as darkness.”
“Darkness … it’s evil?”
“We can say it’s bad, sure.” He frowns, and his eyes narrow a little as he does it. He’s studying me again, as though what he says isn’t necessarily what matters, but how I take it. “Now, you think of me as the same as it, but the opposite. Light.”
My breathing finally slows.
“You’re one too? That thing?”
“I don’t exist like you do, kid. I’m not a human. But I am a someone, a power and you should think of me like an electric current, or a magnetic.” He takes a step closer to me, and raises both his hands. “Two opposite sides, one with a positive energy,” he gestures with his right hand as he says it. “And the other is negative.” He raises his left.
“It’s a long story, and I can’t explain to you where we’re from or how we came to be separated. How I came to be split. But, my other half wants me back. It wants me to rejoin. And I don’t want to.”
It was something out of a fantasy world, the kind kids at school talked about in books that they were reading. Light and dark, good and evil, two halves. It was too simple though. Because so far, people had been killed, reanimated, injured and abducted. It was a horror tale.
Something lingers on my mind as I think of Alex, how she chose to walk right into the path of the abyss.
“Why did she allow herself to be taken … by that, dark?”
“Because she’s happy and unafraid. She’s a very joyful person, a young woman, and that caused an attraction, an effect she couldn’t pull away from. It’s like you and me. I’m the opposite of your feelings and I feel a connection between us. You’re sad and lonely.”
I don’t reply to that.
“But I’m not going to harm you, kid. I have no reason nor desire to, like it does. It’s trying to feel and understand. I don’t need to. It’s not the same with me. Thus, I can control the bodies of the dead, not the living like my other half can.”
“Lifeless shells, that’s all they are after moving on, right? It’s the saddest feeling that’s possible and something I can interact with, like two polar magnets. The man you see before you has been dead for two weeks. I’ve been eating and sleeping in it, keeping it maintained, but that can only last so long.”
With that, he gestures with his hand and starts to move down the tunnel. I follow him at his heels a second after. We’ve been running for a time now, and I can see the broken train ahead, lights flashing and the dim view of many silhouettes stand around it, the people from the train.
“It’s been following me for some time now,” he continues, speaking a little lower in volume, but quickening his pace. “The earthquake, the train, unleashing as much power as it could to hinder mine, before taking control of the metro’s machinery... When I was knocked out it moved through the train and tried locating me on the inside. It found the girl instead and mistook her emotions for mine. Once you started to run, it was sure she was me.”
Flashlights are blaring ahead of us, some red and blue, and I realize the police have arrived, medical officers at the shattered windows, moving passengers out from the train.
The man stops and places and hand on my shoulder. We’re right outside where the light reaches.
“I can’t continue with you for now, understand? If these people see that this body is still active, I’ll be discovered. And if I leave this body nearby, you’ll be blamed. Continue to the surface and I’ll find you.”
He crouches down just a little to reach my eye level, both hands on my shoulders now.
“Listen. You can’t be harmed by my other, okay? You’re too aligned with its own thoughts for there to be a connection. Scared, confused, anxious, it’s keeping you away from it. If you’re going to save the girl however, you’ll need to explain to her what happened to you this morning.”
I don’t want to look into those eyes anymore, half not believing what I’m seeing and hearing can be possible. I’m not even speaking to a human, so how can it even begin to understand me? My fear and confusion leave, and I feel anger instead. I’m angry about how these creatures, from who knows where have manipulated us.
But … Alex is gone. That’s a fact. And regardless of what I feel about these things, she’s still alive and my loyalty toward this woman drives me to ask the next question.
“H-how will I find her?”
“Simple, you don’t. Head back up to the surface, kid. It’s looking for me there, just as she’s looking for you. We’ll face them together,” the man looks away and releases my shoulders. He starts to walk off into the darkness before adding, “And hopefully only retrieve Alex…”
‘Don’t leave … I don’t know how to go on by myself.’
Those words replay in my mind, spoken by the man I fought with this morning and I feel like repeating them to the one who’s walking away now.
“Tell her everything, Ian. Balance out the two sides. You tell her how your father could only cry out to you this morning. How he was sorry for everything.”