Answers
Answers
He walked through the darkness of the shaded hallway. Searching, always searching, for that which he needed, Answers. Answers that he did not even know the questions for. Answers to everything and the answers to nothing. He began to move. The lone sound of his footsteps filled the hall. Alone he crept towards his sanity; Alone he kept towards his future. Alone he crept towards his answers. A quick flash of light glimmered across the slightly scared face of the dark, tall man. It disappeared as quickly as it had come. He stopped. A shadow moved on his right, quickly, he was drawn towards the movement. It stopped.
“Who’s there?” He asked. “Show yourself.”
The figure moved once more. This time it moved towards him, quicker and nimbler then it had moved the first time. It stopped about three feet away from him.
“Who are you?” He asked aloud to the figure.
“My name is . . . well I have no name.” The shadowy figure answered. “ I’m only a figment of your fears and your imagination. Every man dies. Not every man really lives.”
The figure moved forward. The tall man screamed. The figure quickly overwhelmed him within the darkness. He screamed once more before the shaded hall became dark and silent again.
The sun was just beginning to rise when Reuben Armikov arose from his tangled sheets. He had never been here before. This was not his bed; This was not his life. His memory was still clouded from the night before. Some moments he could recall, others he could not. The strongest memory left among his forgotten thoughts had to have been the strangest of them all. He could recall the face of a long man, with longer the usual hair, and slight scars on his right cheek. The words muttered my this man stood out within Reuben’s mind. “Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” The words continued to pierce his memories and his dreams. He stood up, shook his head, and tried to separate reality from his dreams. He wondered could these words be just from his imagination, or were they something more. He pushed his thoughts aside and slid his clothing on. He moved towards the door.
Suddenly he heard the words again. But these were not his thoughts, these were real.
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives. Have you?” The voice said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Muttered Reuben.
“You will find out soon enough. All within good time.”
Reuben left the solitude of his room, and stepped into a long, dark hallway. He did not recall this hall last night. Just like most of the night before it too was cloudy. There was a large door at the end of the dark hall. Without knowing where to go, he had no choice but the door at the end. He began to move and heard the voice again, this time it seemed so much closer.
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives.”
“Hello?” Reuben cried. “Who’s there?”
The sound once again became nothing but a long, dark hallway. He moved once more, this time a shadow moved to his right. Then stopped. Thinking nothing of this as he continued to move. The shadow flashed once more. This time Reuben stopped and turned.
“Who or what are you? What do you want with me?”
Reuben asked questions he knew the answers to, but yet he still asked.
The dark figure spoke. “ I am what you think I am. Your fears. Your nightmares. Your dreams. Your Emotions, I am You.”
Reuben was just like everyone else, looking for answers he had known all along. But he continued to look only one answer remained. The answer lay behind the door at the end of the dark hall. The figure moved closer, Reuben screamed. The figure leapt towards him with a dark flash. Reuben moved, then Ran. Running for the door, running for answers, running for everything, running for nothing. The dark figure began to follow. Closer. Closer. Closer, it was gaining on Reuben. Just feet from the door the figure caught up to him. Overwhelming Reuben seemed so easy, but Reuben was never going to give into the grip of the figure. He was doomed
Reuben would never give in, not when he was this close. He struggled, and struggled, eventually he escaped. He ran for the door. The being behind him lay fallen on the floor. Behind him he heard the figure speak once more. “Answers. Questions. Why must everyone be searching? Answers are not what you should be searching for, you search only for yourself . . . for yourself., You are everything you need for life. Believe in yourself my son.” Reuben continued any ways, behind him the fallen figure spoke one last time. “The World will not be ready for it! You will have done too much!” But Reuben did not care, he pushed on...
This is the first story I ever wrote. My bro assused me of stealing lines from "braveheart" althought I've never seen the movie or had any desire to do so..?
He walked through the darkness of the shaded hallway. Searching, always searching, for that which he needed, Answers. Answers that he did not even know the questions for. Answers to everything and the answers to nothing. He began to move. The lone sound of his footsteps filled the hall. Alone he crept towards his sanity; Alone he kept towards his future. Alone he crept towards his answers. A quick flash of light glimmered across the slightly scared face of the dark, tall man. It disappeared as quickly as it had come. He stopped. A shadow moved on his right, quickly, he was drawn towards the movement. It stopped.
“Who’s there?” He asked. “Show yourself.”
The figure moved once more. This time it moved towards him, quicker and nimbler then it had moved the first time. It stopped about three feet away from him.
“Who are you?” He asked aloud to the figure.
“My name is . . . well I have no name.” The shadowy figure answered. “ I’m only a figment of your fears and your imagination. Every man dies. Not every man really lives.”
The figure moved forward. The tall man screamed. The figure quickly overwhelmed him within the darkness. He screamed once more before the shaded hall became dark and silent again.
The sun was just beginning to rise when Reuben Armikov arose from his tangled sheets. He had never been here before. This was not his bed; This was not his life. His memory was still clouded from the night before. Some moments he could recall, others he could not. The strongest memory left among his forgotten thoughts had to have been the strangest of them all. He could recall the face of a long man, with longer the usual hair, and slight scars on his right cheek. The words muttered my this man stood out within Reuben’s mind. “Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” The words continued to pierce his memories and his dreams. He stood up, shook his head, and tried to separate reality from his dreams. He wondered could these words be just from his imagination, or were they something more. He pushed his thoughts aside and slid his clothing on. He moved towards the door.
Suddenly he heard the words again. But these were not his thoughts, these were real.
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives. Have you?” The voice said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Muttered Reuben.
“You will find out soon enough. All within good time.”
Reuben left the solitude of his room, and stepped into a long, dark hallway. He did not recall this hall last night. Just like most of the night before it too was cloudy. There was a large door at the end of the dark hall. Without knowing where to go, he had no choice but the door at the end. He began to move and heard the voice again, this time it seemed so much closer.
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives.”
“Hello?” Reuben cried. “Who’s there?”
The sound once again became nothing but a long, dark hallway. He moved once more, this time a shadow moved to his right. Then stopped. Thinking nothing of this as he continued to move. The shadow flashed once more. This time Reuben stopped and turned.
“Who or what are you? What do you want with me?”
Reuben asked questions he knew the answers to, but yet he still asked.
The dark figure spoke. “ I am what you think I am. Your fears. Your nightmares. Your dreams. Your Emotions, I am You.”
Reuben was just like everyone else, looking for answers he had known all along. But he continued to look only one answer remained. The answer lay behind the door at the end of the dark hall. The figure moved closer, Reuben screamed. The figure leapt towards him with a dark flash. Reuben moved, then Ran. Running for the door, running for answers, running for everything, running for nothing. The dark figure began to follow. Closer. Closer. Closer, it was gaining on Reuben. Just feet from the door the figure caught up to him. Overwhelming Reuben seemed so easy, but Reuben was never going to give into the grip of the figure. He was doomed
Reuben would never give in, not when he was this close. He struggled, and struggled, eventually he escaped. He ran for the door. The being behind him lay fallen on the floor. Behind him he heard the figure speak once more. “Answers. Questions. Why must everyone be searching? Answers are not what you should be searching for, you search only for yourself . . . for yourself., You are everything you need for life. Believe in yourself my son.” Reuben continued any ways, behind him the fallen figure spoke one last time. “The World will not be ready for it! You will have done too much!” But Reuben did not care, he pushed on...
This is the first story I ever wrote. My bro assused me of stealing lines from "braveheart" althought I've never seen the movie or had any desire to do so..?