bad3ain
03-13-2010, 06:18 PM
Running for your life can be very exhausting, the fear, the struggle, the adrenalin; when you know you will eventually fail. Frankie’s legs are getting tired; every step now needs much effort to accomplish. It’s closing in, but the last thing you’d want to do in a getaway is to look back; it slows you down. Its dusk and darkening, and the abandoned alleyways don’t give much advantage over a creature that can run like you.
Frankie heart is beating ever faster, but it’s not from the running, the creature is very close, so close that he can now see its shadow covering his own; the fear is accelerating his heart but not his feat. No one has walked this ground for thousand of years, and every time the traveler turns into a corner he can hear the creature’s body breaking parts of the mud-brick walls off. Frankie turns into another corner again, this time dust from the broken walls almost blinded him, and it has reached out its claw and tore his backpack and his shirt, and also his flesh. He cannot afford to care right now as his life is nearing its end. The creature’s breath is touching his ear and Frankie can feel the warmth of its body.
It is now completely dark and there is no light and no sound, except the sound of a terrified man’s feat and that of a large and dark creature about to devour him. Seeing that running will not work for long Frankie enters a house and manages to close the door. Fear has almost consumed him. The creature does not try to forcibly open the door, and there a terrifying moment of silence. Then, slowly the sound of a claw scratching the door is heard, and a quiet growl which has a hint of what can only be described as laughter. If the creature does not kill the man, the fear may.
Frankie came to Turkey a few days ago from London on holiday, by himself. He decided that the trip might be more tranquil if he went alone, and so he wasn’t about to spend his vacation listening to a cheap tour guide who can barely speak English. In truth, this traveler doesn’t care much for people, and he even considers his own family an annoyance. Frankie told his wife and kids he went away on a business trip, like on other “business trips” where he enjoyed being with other women.
The tourist group was on a minibus crossing the ruins of an old Sumerian city, one of the oldest cities of the oldest civilization. Here is where Frankie took off, seeing how it was such a large and quiet area; he could perhaps explore it by himself for some time, maybe a day, or perhaps two? Frankie had enough supplies to last him a week so time was on his side. From that morning he set off in the mazes of the ruins imagining what life was like thousands of years ago. But when dusk began to shadow the ruins, he began hearing strange noises, that’s where the fun ended for good old Frankie. Looking behind him in the distance something dark was staring at him, it was like a shadow, and its shape could not be seen from that distance, but something about it was terribly frightening, especially when it began sprinting towards him.
Frankie trembling behind the door hoping the dark monster would go away. All sounds had ceased from behind the door, now seeing hope, Frankie is planning to stay in the dark house until morning, sitting in that exact position, too frightened to lift a finger. Hours pass by and Frankie is still in the same position, too frightened to move, let alone sleep. Then a strange wind hits his face, the man looks up, and the creature is staring straight down at him, dark hair, big dark eyes, and a terrifying smile that almost stops the man’s heart beating. The creature starts moving closer, as it closes in Frankie’s veins seem to expand with fear he never experienced before. It comes closer and closer. And that’s all he can remember.
Frankie woke up the next morning on the side of a road, miles away from site and naked but to his surprise, alive. The pain of the wound had officially begun, every inch of flesh ached, and it was still bleeding. For the rest of the day he was searching for clothes, covering his wound, and trying to find away out of the country vowing never to come back. When back in London, the wound had healed, from his bathroom mirror Frankie could see that it resembled Sumerian writing. In the following days, his curiosity led him to find time to see an archeologist specializing in Sumerian artifacts, who confirmed the text was real, and gave him the translation.
Soon Frankie’s wife found out what he had been up to in most of his “business trips” and he was also fired from his work. This traveler now lives in a small dirty unit spending his time drinking away the sorrow with bottles of vodka.
The Cuneiform text on his back said: Self loving man, will die alone.
Frankie heart is beating ever faster, but it’s not from the running, the creature is very close, so close that he can now see its shadow covering his own; the fear is accelerating his heart but not his feat. No one has walked this ground for thousand of years, and every time the traveler turns into a corner he can hear the creature’s body breaking parts of the mud-brick walls off. Frankie turns into another corner again, this time dust from the broken walls almost blinded him, and it has reached out its claw and tore his backpack and his shirt, and also his flesh. He cannot afford to care right now as his life is nearing its end. The creature’s breath is touching his ear and Frankie can feel the warmth of its body.
It is now completely dark and there is no light and no sound, except the sound of a terrified man’s feat and that of a large and dark creature about to devour him. Seeing that running will not work for long Frankie enters a house and manages to close the door. Fear has almost consumed him. The creature does not try to forcibly open the door, and there a terrifying moment of silence. Then, slowly the sound of a claw scratching the door is heard, and a quiet growl which has a hint of what can only be described as laughter. If the creature does not kill the man, the fear may.
Frankie came to Turkey a few days ago from London on holiday, by himself. He decided that the trip might be more tranquil if he went alone, and so he wasn’t about to spend his vacation listening to a cheap tour guide who can barely speak English. In truth, this traveler doesn’t care much for people, and he even considers his own family an annoyance. Frankie told his wife and kids he went away on a business trip, like on other “business trips” where he enjoyed being with other women.
The tourist group was on a minibus crossing the ruins of an old Sumerian city, one of the oldest cities of the oldest civilization. Here is where Frankie took off, seeing how it was such a large and quiet area; he could perhaps explore it by himself for some time, maybe a day, or perhaps two? Frankie had enough supplies to last him a week so time was on his side. From that morning he set off in the mazes of the ruins imagining what life was like thousands of years ago. But when dusk began to shadow the ruins, he began hearing strange noises, that’s where the fun ended for good old Frankie. Looking behind him in the distance something dark was staring at him, it was like a shadow, and its shape could not be seen from that distance, but something about it was terribly frightening, especially when it began sprinting towards him.
Frankie trembling behind the door hoping the dark monster would go away. All sounds had ceased from behind the door, now seeing hope, Frankie is planning to stay in the dark house until morning, sitting in that exact position, too frightened to lift a finger. Hours pass by and Frankie is still in the same position, too frightened to move, let alone sleep. Then a strange wind hits his face, the man looks up, and the creature is staring straight down at him, dark hair, big dark eyes, and a terrifying smile that almost stops the man’s heart beating. The creature starts moving closer, as it closes in Frankie’s veins seem to expand with fear he never experienced before. It comes closer and closer. And that’s all he can remember.
Frankie woke up the next morning on the side of a road, miles away from site and naked but to his surprise, alive. The pain of the wound had officially begun, every inch of flesh ached, and it was still bleeding. For the rest of the day he was searching for clothes, covering his wound, and trying to find away out of the country vowing never to come back. When back in London, the wound had healed, from his bathroom mirror Frankie could see that it resembled Sumerian writing. In the following days, his curiosity led him to find time to see an archeologist specializing in Sumerian artifacts, who confirmed the text was real, and gave him the translation.
Soon Frankie’s wife found out what he had been up to in most of his “business trips” and he was also fired from his work. This traveler now lives in a small dirty unit spending his time drinking away the sorrow with bottles of vodka.
The Cuneiform text on his back said: Self loving man, will die alone.