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Noxa
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Posted: Thu, 19/10/2023 02:12 (7 Months ago)
There is a land out there, one that is not easily found.
In truth, you can find it anywhere in the world.
That is, if you are being hunted.
—
She breathed heavily. Escaping from her room was the hard part. Now all that was left was to meet up with them, and make up for everything.
She just didn’t know what would happen if her mother found out. The bruises on her face from that last fight had taken more makeup to cover up than she thought. This was the last time. She was sure of it.
She wanted the money, after all. No, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She pushed the weight in her chest down in the deep recess of her mind.
The meetup was to be past the yellow trail near the giant boulder. She had gone there many times. A small path had formed from their constant deviations of the trail. It would get them there quicker.
She wasn’t thinking straight, however. Her thoughts were clouded by paranoia. She was going to be caught. She would get in trouble. What would happen to her? What would others think?
A sick, twisted feeling grew in her stomach as she felt herself become nauseous, but she ignored it.
Suddenly, she heard a shout from behind her. She pivoted, too quickly, as a sharp pain filled her ankle. Her long blonde hair whipped around, obscuring her vision. The fallen leaves had been slick with the evening rain, stealing whatever little footing she had had. She fell to the ground with a dull thud, and she sat up instantly.
—
The thing is, once you are prey, the game begins.
Once you are trapped, there is little chance of escape.
—
She awoke in a beautiful forest, lush green leaves rustling in the wind.
A sharp contrast to the autumn leaves she had just seen. That she had fallen on.
She hesitantly stood up, her body no longer sore. Where was she?
Hesitantly, she put weight on her twisted ankle, and to her surprise she couldn’t feel the splitting pain that should have been there.
Perhaps this place was something magical…
As she walked through the forest, she came face to face with a girl.
The strange girl had long hair that was a purple color, which she found odd as she knew no one with hair like that, yet she looked strangely familiar. Stranger still, she seemed to be surrounded by a blue glow.
“You need to go that way,” The specter said, pointing towards a forlorn part of the forest, a stench of rot and decay emanating from something in there. “You need to go there to leave. It lives. It stalks. It knows. Listen to me.”
She blinked.
There was no way she would trust that girl.
She turned and ran the opposite direction, towards a friendlier place.
—
Your surroundings, the passing of time, everything.
Is it not determined by perception?
When you sleep, does time not remain constant to those awake?
Who’s to tell you if your perception is even right?
Who's to say what is real?
—
A town. Civilization.
Yet instead of an ordinary town like she had thought, as every resident had no face.
They all sighed, told her of a life that seemed so far from them before they were faceless.
It was a life full of greed, where they had robbed each other until they were robbed of their own identity.
They sobbed and they wailed while they recounted their misdeeds, yet there were no tears to fall or expressions to distort.
It was a pity, she thought, as she spoke to the masses, as they watched emotionlessly, holding onto every word she said.
She told them to be honest, and to think of others as well as themselves. She told them that to truly be happy, they should not idolize wealth and possessions.
Her tongue spilled her thoughts and advice, without thinking much about what she was saying.
When all was said and done, they pointed her to a path, one that seemed warm, comforting, flowers growing from the ground, lining the trodden path.
“Follow it.”
“Follow it.”
“Follow it.”
—
Hypocrisy will only get you so far.
The lies you tell will eat you from the inside out.
It starts inside your head, feasting on your brain.
It plants a seed of doubt inside, wrapping itself around, squeezing tight.
You will be none the wiser.
—
The voices rang in her head as her walk quickly hurried up, running now, through the forest that grew darker and darker with each passing second, eyes, no, a singular eye, colored green blue and black, staring at her, what had she done?
It came crawling.
It came walking.
It came shambling.
It was here.
She couldn’t tell what it was. There were limbs where there shouldn’t have been. There were no limbs where there should have been. The mass shifted, transformed before her very eyes. Its body was as dark as a void, but she could clearly see rows of sharp teeth, smiling, drooling, as well as a white diamond-like shape patterned on its chest.
“Stay away—“ She screamed out, as her memories were shown to her like a cruel mockery.
All the times she snuck out.
Every fight she got into.
All the money she had gained from her efforts.
All the personal items she bought with her ill gotten gains.
Everything that had been forced into the deep recesses of her brain came spilling out.
It hurt.
It hurt.
It hurt.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as her legs gave out beneath her, hitting the ground with a numbed pain she couldn’t register. Her breath was heavy, she couldn’t breathe, it was too much, too much!
It was circling around her. She was trapped. Was this a dream? Could she escape?
She thought back to that specter. That was her wasn’t it? If she had just listened to herself! If she had just listened to herself and followed that fearful path she would have survived!
Then all of a sudden an agonizing pain ripped through her chest. Trembling, her eyes looked down.
If she could scream any more she would have.
Protruding from her chest was an arm, its sharp claws clutching her still-beating heart, blood dripping down like some sort of sick joke.
Then in the next instant, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her limbs became limp, her body nothing more than a rag doll.
—
It retracted its claw, its form continuously shifting.
It brought the heart to its jaw, the blood running down its face as it devoured.
Soon, there was nothing left of her.
Nothing remained.
It was like she had never existed at all.
The woods whispered its name as the world fell apart around it, the host, being dead, unable to support it.
Noxa.
—
A man stood waiting past the yellow trail near the giant boulder.
He had long since forgotten what he had come there to do.
He turned and left.
”Mysterious… surprising… and law-defying… Isn’t that right?”