His breaths in seep, legs, arms his head banged in to the
never-ending splash from in the yet to be excepted sea. The
water's glazed, gleaming from in the inch thick coats of its
liquid as the sun shined from in and of above. His thoughts
questioning for clearness, urged for calm yet he remained seeing
the crucifixes splitting from in the drips of the suns shine all
around him and on him as his need for vision has yet been
Answers were asked, splashed in response and is now
left assure of his where being. "God Dammit." He thinks, "God,
Mercy, God." His cries, his past as its truck from in his only
eye, his feet no longer holding his weight with only his arms for
assisting him in the breaths that have now seeped from his lapse
from in the time as of now its his escape.
In Mirage he sets his float, soaked from in his being as it once
were. The breath of dry air, his stance in the sail it had sent
him forth along with the others who too had known yet not
wondered as he had down in to the cellar of the ship. The cellar
had its means, the warning's and its sign no longer held value as
if it would a month or two before, in a main land or as he was:
assisted by a Priest of Holly ness. For the others a Vampire was
in a time an existing legend as it were but as it was it was only
a means pronounced for a unholy hoaxed, a demon for blood, its
fable for taunting women. He had heard the talk from amongst the
other on the ship, sayings that the holly one has brought a Demon
along, a Vampire mixed in with their luggage from in the cellar
where it is stored. He wondered, lead his way, keeping in mi9nd
that some of the other's had already been in below; setting their
sights on to this demon as it were.
His steps begin to tumble, hearing the cage being rattled, shock,
and the sound of tinkles from in a flaming spark. The scene of
the Priest, in revenge; dashing a vile of holly water in to the
metal barred box. "Cast from in sin." He yelled. "A dammed, God
bleed your soul. Demon be gone." Bringing the vile up in to his
mouth, sucking back the holly water and spitting it out in to the
cage. He continued to watch, standing in behind the pile of
boxes, luggage bags from in behind the priest until the ships
power went out, blank, leaving him there in his place and with
out a sight for where he stood only the sound of combustion from
after he had gained caution from in the beat of his own heart.
The flames flew in on him like a flaming flock of birds. His bolt
from in under them, a dash from out of his stance then looking
back in to the two faces as they rushed upon him, teeth glaring
in fangs, the Priest in a his sought for revenging growl as the
man next to him held his mouth from in the piercing grip of its
The dead of flames had caught him, his pace, the tension he had
gained from in the retreat for not being one from in the ripping
sizzle he had fallen to be held in by the gasping reach for its
hold by the Priest and the Vampire demon. The fight bled from in
him, the flames as the tickled his thought, he looked back and
the once ship heading for the Mediterranean now dies from in his
and what screams he was to expect from in it as the flames set
from in its bubbling wind glorifies the suffocation that now is
burnt from in a breath.
He lets the waves blow in, off him and all around for far as his
sight leads him to be. No one around, nothing but the wet,
slicked, dipped from in; its feeling is all that is met. His
breaths begin to pound from out of his heart, pushing from in his
lungs - he is now alone with no one to look upon, to look to. He
brings his head in, setting in to the feel along with the rest of
his body as he sinks beneath that one site he had been left down
under it in order to regain his cautions. He spins from in the
hold of wetness, brings head up from in the lock ness for breath
and spits what liquid his mouth had filled with in discuss then
looks down in to the image he had seen as it bleeds a wave in
over his face in reflection, looks in, his breaths as they
ripple. He clears his sight from in the terrors of his own eye,
looks deep in to the leaking spring in blood as it spills out
from under his chin from in the right side of his neck. "Sharks"
He thinks, splashes his head back and forth, looking in all
directions then stops and follows his breath, looking out in to a
direction he is unsure of and with only one lead from in it
telling him its all a swim.
The sky remains clear, sun in its shine, hours of swimming to him
felt like a day and another as his splashing pace held his
tensing strokes at ease while his eyes laid shut. "This is
happening." He thinks, "Land, I'm free." His eyes set as anchors,
dropping in on the sandy shores, spinning around on the greens of
treetops as his mouth sets sail from in the wind from in.
"Mirage." He thought then feels his stomach begin to tighten as
he kicks his feet to the emptiness of his water digging hands.
His eyes burst in to a opening, looking down as life begins to
pass him by. Fish, creatures from in the bottom of its sea, the
weeds blown from in the under sea's wind; It all matches with the
beat of his heart as he leans back, pushing him self up in to a
stand then lets what eight he had held, drip from off him,
letting it itch as the water bleeds it out from off his skin and
from out of its hold.
His first step clear and away from out of the water's, he
watches, looking down as they lead him in to a sight that would
have meant to be heard but clearly could not. Trees begin to
tower in, fields of sandy beach close in from in his sides.
"Where can I be." He questions himself, looks around, his amazed
thought for description is now clearly telling him there is and
could be none. He steps, letting his eyes roll down, looking on
to the dry grass, the fields of tropic weed and letting the
dryness of its air cripple him with its illusion of nothingness
as did its waters when realizing he was alone. He falls to his
knees, sets out his hand and drops in to the only comfort he
could find from in the mounting sands.
"Oy." He heard clouding in above him then hears it again. "Oy,
come along now, no need for playing dumb or taking advantage of
its numbness." He lifts his head up, feels his face falling in to
a tinkle as the sand from on it falls in to the sandy ground. The
shadow of legs lies out front of him; he follows it only to be
lead in to the same feeling as his sight is left in on sand. "Eer
ya go." Said the shadow setting a wood curved cup of water down
in front of his head.
"Take a sip, wet your lips. If its illness your looking for ya
isn't going to be reliving it from in here." Said the shadow now
resembling what image it had in to a man. "What's your name?" The
man asked watching as the tiring image before him lifted its self
up on all fours like a dog and drinks like one before grabbing it
and sitting on his back side to look over the open sea.
"Paul," He said bringing the wooden cup to his lip and taking a
drink. "Where am I, Why is this place un civilized. I stranded
for hours out there."
"Jacks the name." Said the man, pinching the fingers from in his
right hand on to his blue sun clouded shirt then lifts up his
left short leg using his hand and sits down next to Paul looking
out in to an unsolved wind. "Ship wrecked?" He asked.
"And you?" Asked Paul.
"And us all." Jack said looking on to him, eyeing his white
cotton shirt, the black cargo pants and the hikers as they sit on
the sand in a mud that's beginning to show signs of dryness.
"Others? There's others here?" Paul asked, letting the wooden cup
fall from in the hold he held on it as a means for life and its
salvation of man. "How long have you all been here and why?"
"I'm not a complicated Man." Said Jack begging to lower his tone,
no longer presenting him self from in the piece he had held.
"It's not to be complicated you hear, we hold none and you will
also or you are one to learn."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" Paul asked looking
on to Jack from in the corner of his left eye then targeting it
back on to the sight he had from in the sea.
"Exactly as its meant. Now come along, I'll set you in; you need
the rest, something to eat before you make your stand in on this
land." Jack said, gets to his feet, steps out towards the bush
from in the trees then looks back as Paul makes his stand,
shaking his head, swinging the wooden cup in his hand and
watching as the water spits from out of it as if what he had just
learned has and will have nothing to do with him.