14 June 2012
Part three of Opuss Battle Royale
Stabbing pain rakes me as my eyelids are prised open. My vision is blurred and yet I can see light, and a shadowy form. Am I with her? Can we now be together once more?
I blink and my vision clears; looking around she is nowhere to be seen. I am in a white space; brightly lit. Is this what death feels like? Where is my love?
A threatening growl jolts me to my senses, 'You are not dead'. As I look around for the disembodied voice, I notice I am tied up with ropes. How did I survive? Where is my love? 'Where am I?' I said aloud.
'Out of bounds', replied the evil, growling voice, 'Death at your own hands was not acceptable to me, you are a coward, and must kill or be killed.'
The dawning realisation that I am not dead, that I am alone and that I am very scared, shakes me.
'What are you going to do to me?', I whisper.
An echo rumbles through the room as the voice speaks for the last time, 'You will face the survivors.'
A Voice • Opuss № I