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Never Felt This Way— And Never Shall Again: Part One |
| Written by Evan Dover | |
| Monday, 28 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      Adam right now was in no mood for any more of what he had to put up with. In his mind, all he could do now was drive. He abruptly left the house and went for his car; some time after an hour, he stopped. He wasn’t sure where he was now, but he knew how he got there. As long as he could get back, he didn’t care if he stayed there for a week. He pulled his car off onto a path that led off of the main road— not very much of a main road, however, for it was mostly deserted. The path led off into a wooded area away from the road. Adam parked his car out away from the sight of the road. It was much like a forest, it seemed. Off of the path, there was a smaller path— like a walking path. Further down it, it lead along the side of a river. He got out of the car and started walking along the path. The moon was full and bright; it illuminated his way. In just several minutes, Adam was walking right along the side of the river. Off to his left, the woods stood tall. The moon, from the opposite side, cast his shadow down near the trees. The path was nearly three feet wide and there was more than double that off to his side where the trees were. On his right side, there was the river. It had a gentle flow and not many rapids were seen. The cool, clear water had a different appearance. It seemed to be like a black liquid; shiny and not transparent at all. The darkness gave it a strong black look, but the bright light of the moon didn’t seem to reveal the river at all, but, instead, it made the dark river look like it was gleaming. The river was just below the path; the river was only about a foot below the path. As he began walking along side the river, he wiped a tear from his cheek that had inadvertently slipped down. He tried to keep his mind away from her, but he couldn’t hold back the thoughts. He just walked along, looking at his own shadow being cast by the moon to his left. The night was warm and the only audible sounds were the birds sighing in the dark hour. Adam now came to an odd group of trees that almost formed a wall for nearly twenty feet. However, these trees were to his right— where the river was. They were right between the path and the river and as he walked beside the trees, they blocked off his shadow with their own. In just a few seconds, he cleared the trees to his right and had a perfect view of the comely river. As he glanced back down at the ground again, he noticed that his shadow was not unaccompanied this time— another figure walked behind him. Frantically, he gasped and spun around to see a cloaked being lurking behind him. He stepped backwards, away from the individual, and tripped to the ground with a fear stricken face. To his speechless amazement, the personage did not move. For a quick moment, Adam observed the individuals idiosyncratic appearance. Before him stood a tall personage. A large, draping cloak was about the body; completely black, it patched right into the rest of the scenery. That was the full raiment, just a cloak. However, there was one piece of jewelry that was worn— a necklace. A very strange, silver necklace, seemingly one of a kind. It appeared to be like a wonderful flower with many large pedals. Also, on the face, the personage bore a mask. It was rather astounding and almost appeared to be a tribal mask. It was made with a very dark wood and covered the entire face. There were two holes for the eyes and a small slit for the mouth— which now seemed to be of no use. The mask had several other small holes and a few black markings, but was perfectly clean; just like it had never been used before. Adam was now slowly getting up, “All right, man, what do you want from me?” Silence. “Hello?” To his surprise, the personage in front of him made no reply and remained motionless. Slowly, Adam stood up and began to turn around— still nothing. As he was no facing the opposite side, he started walking away, quickly. It took him several seconds, out of fear, to look behind him and notice the tall, ominous figure now following him. More angry than afraid, he now shouted behind him, “What the donahue do you want?” There was still silence. He now stared and wondered if it was a joke, then shouted his inquiry aloud. Approximately eight feet away now, the figure, possibly a man by observing the build, slowly started walking towards him. But for this, Adam felt prepared now. His clean hand slowly and furtively crept up the side of his leg. He brought his hand to his back side, right below his waist. He gently pushed his leather jacket up and felt for his plain, black belt that, of course, was across his waist. He moved his right hand to across his belt and grabbed hold of a small, maroon sheath. Inside, there was a knife— slightly under a half-foot long. He softly tugged the blade out of its sheath and grasped the smooth, cold handle firmly in his palm. The personage was only a few feet in front of him, and had now come right in front of him, peering down at his questioning face. With a controlled jerk, Adam swung the blade from behind his back with precision. Copyright 2008 Evan Dover |
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