FatElvis
01-17-2013, 09:20 PM
The Human Candle
He sat frozen in place, unable to move at all and with no feeling in his body. He was in something like a waking death: his eyes staring out at the world, thoughts racing through his mind, but completely unable to move a muscle. The very tip-top of his head came to a point, where a string grew out from inside his cranium. The man's immovable flesh was completely made of solid, pale-orange wax. Taking a step back it became clear what he really was: a human candle.
He did not know his true nature, and he didn't know where he was or what fate awaited him. But he knew fear. He sat waiting, unable to move, just thinking and worrying about what might befall him. Then he, the human candle, was set aflame at the top of his wick.
The man worried incessantly inside his own mind, seeing drips of wax roll down in front of his eyes, knowing the flame grew ever closer to his brain. He didn't feel physical pain, but the roar of agony inside his mind was deafening.
Minute by minute the flame ate its way through the string, and in tandem the man's head melted underneath. The fire kept flickering, and the man continued to panic, but he was without any way to stop his disintegration from occurring.
When the flame began to take away the top chunks of his brain, the man felt some relief and was able to think a bit more introspectively about what was happening. Really, there was nothing he could do about being melted, was there? Yes, maybe being melted alive wasn't so bad after all. The back of the man's head began to sink inward.
As the hours passed the wax man became more relaxed and his thoughts slowed. What was left of his mind made rhythmic, soothing, and repetitious thoughts. “This isn't so bad, soon it will be over... it isn't really so bad.”
The man's eyes started shifting back in his drooping face. Soon he was looking at the ceiling, and then his vision sunk to the back of his head. With one eye he could see what was left of his brain being burned away by the fire, but felt no worry at all. The only thought he could now summon was an appreciation of the light, flickering flame finally extinguishing his consciousness.
He sat frozen in place, unable to move at all and with no feeling in his body. He was in something like a waking death: his eyes staring out at the world, thoughts racing through his mind, but completely unable to move a muscle. The very tip-top of his head came to a point, where a string grew out from inside his cranium. The man's immovable flesh was completely made of solid, pale-orange wax. Taking a step back it became clear what he really was: a human candle.
He did not know his true nature, and he didn't know where he was or what fate awaited him. But he knew fear. He sat waiting, unable to move, just thinking and worrying about what might befall him. Then he, the human candle, was set aflame at the top of his wick.
The man worried incessantly inside his own mind, seeing drips of wax roll down in front of his eyes, knowing the flame grew ever closer to his brain. He didn't feel physical pain, but the roar of agony inside his mind was deafening.
Minute by minute the flame ate its way through the string, and in tandem the man's head melted underneath. The fire kept flickering, and the man continued to panic, but he was without any way to stop his disintegration from occurring.
When the flame began to take away the top chunks of his brain, the man felt some relief and was able to think a bit more introspectively about what was happening. Really, there was nothing he could do about being melted, was there? Yes, maybe being melted alive wasn't so bad after all. The back of the man's head began to sink inward.
As the hours passed the wax man became more relaxed and his thoughts slowed. What was left of his mind made rhythmic, soothing, and repetitious thoughts. “This isn't so bad, soon it will be over... it isn't really so bad.”
The man's eyes started shifting back in his drooping face. Soon he was looking at the ceiling, and then his vision sunk to the back of his head. With one eye he could see what was left of his brain being burned away by the fire, but felt no worry at all. The only thought he could now summon was an appreciation of the light, flickering flame finally extinguishing his consciousness.