For betenoire_rp: Writing Sample #2
Falling felt like flying. Or maybe it was that flying felt like falling. Sam Tyler couldn't really be sure of the distinction.
All Sam knew was his body moved through the air, leaving behind that which he had once longed for so much but could now no longer bear. His body moved through the air toward what he hoped was salvation, a return to the one place he knew himself to fit properly.
He didn't know what to expect. Would he land? Would he crash? Would there be darkness again?
Sam's body moved through the air for what felt like an eternity though he knew it could only have been a few seconds. Then the world seemed to turn in on itself, twisting wild and tight, so hard it forced the breath from his lungs.
Everything went black.
Sam came to at the feel of raindrops lightly peppering his face. He opened his eyes with a groan, reaching up to wipe the moisture from his cheeks. He struggled to sit up and then to stand on the sidewalk, filling his lungs with the chilled night air, the sensation bringing him to complete wakefulness.
Had he done it?
He looked down at himself in the pale light cast off by a street light at the corner. The understated navy blue suit and sensible black loafers were gone, replaced by battered brown leather boots, flare-leg jeans, a colorfully-printed dress shirt with a wide collar… and the coat, the black leather coat that fit him like a second skin. Sam couldn't help the shaky smile that curved his lips. He was elated.
But the joy faded when he looked up at an unfamiliar building, looked around at an unfamiliar street. This was no part of Manchester that he recognized. He strode to the corner, looking this way and that. Still he saw nothing he remembered.
This… wasn't good.
All Sam knew was his body moved through the air, leaving behind that which he had once longed for so much but could now no longer bear. His body moved through the air toward what he hoped was salvation, a return to the one place he knew himself to fit properly.
He didn't know what to expect. Would he land? Would he crash? Would there be darkness again?
Sam's body moved through the air for what felt like an eternity though he knew it could only have been a few seconds. Then the world seemed to turn in on itself, twisting wild and tight, so hard it forced the breath from his lungs.
Everything went black.
Sam came to at the feel of raindrops lightly peppering his face. He opened his eyes with a groan, reaching up to wipe the moisture from his cheeks. He struggled to sit up and then to stand on the sidewalk, filling his lungs with the chilled night air, the sensation bringing him to complete wakefulness.
Had he done it?
He looked down at himself in the pale light cast off by a street light at the corner. The understated navy blue suit and sensible black loafers were gone, replaced by battered brown leather boots, flare-leg jeans, a colorfully-printed dress shirt with a wide collar… and the coat, the black leather coat that fit him like a second skin. Sam couldn't help the shaky smile that curved his lips. He was elated.
But the joy faded when he looked up at an unfamiliar building, looked around at an unfamiliar street. This was no part of Manchester that he recognized. He strode to the corner, looking this way and that. Still he saw nothing he remembered.
This… wasn't good.