A short story series by Josh Morris
2: Get Used To It
Dimitri was tired already of the process he underwent when waking up in this world. His head would spin, and his legs would feel weak until he stood up straight. And this time around, it was going to be rather difficult to stand at all.
The young boy looked around to assess his surroundings, only to find that there were no surroundings to be assessed. He was suspended in the air, flat on his back, with blackness surrounding him. He got the faint sense that the darkness around him was teeming with life, closing in on him, desperate to sink it’s teeth into his skin and tear him apart.
Dimitri’s arms were tied tighter than a straight jacket, held against his chest by metal chains held tight by a padlock, all engraved with flames. His legs were tied in a similar fashion. He could barely move his head, something was holding it in place. Whatever it was, it was certainly gripping him tighter than the chains.
Dimitri tried to remember what’d happened in the past few minutes. He had woken up in some bleak, cold world with his two best friends, Ryan and Alexandria. They’d been talking and discussing a way out of the place when they were interrupted by terrible, horrifying creatures that took them away from each other, then Dimitri passed out.
Terror filled Dimitri, and he couldn’t help but cry out. He wanted to go home, he was in shock. It isn’t real, He screamed on the inside, It’s a dream. It’s a dream. It’s a dream, Dimitri.
The figure that had earlier taken Dimitri from his friends dropped from above and lightly landed next to Dimitri. It sounded as though there were something for it to stand on, but Dimitri couldn’t see a floor anywhere. He still couldn’t move his head.
“He’s younger than most of them. 12, as of yesterday,” said whoever was holding Dimitri’s head in place.
“And what do you think of him? Did you look through his mind?” replied the dark-clad figure next to Dimitri, who eyed him from under his hood, “What’s he like?”
“He’s average. There’s not much else to be said,” with that, the hand holding Dimitri’s head released him, and the sound of steps slowly fading away rang out.
The remaining figure looked intently at Dimitri’s face. His hair had been cut back, as with everyone else’s in Limbo. His eyes were a dark brown, they complemented his clear skin and defined jaw line. His lips were small, but fitting for his face. His nose sat flat on his face, setting his eyes back more. He was an attractive boy.
In the short distance, another of the figures assessed Alex. Her short, blond hair came down to her chin, which made her full cheekbones look very nice under her green eyes. A short distance from her, yet another was looking down on Ryan. His Hair was a little longer than Dimitri’s, a light brown color that was odd for him, considering his eyes were hazel. He had a round face, not the most handsome boy, with a very small chin that made no real appearance.
Simultaneously, all three of the black figures said to the children, “My name’s Samuel. You are?”
Dimitri responded in short, “Dimitri. Where am I, who are you? What are you?”
“Like I said, Dimitri, my name is Samuel. You’re in Limbo. I’m a Demon. Just let me explain when it’s time. I’m a little tired of being in three places at once, shall we join your friends?”
Dimitri looked confused and frightened, but he didn’t speak at all.
“Good,” Samuel said. He reached down and scooped Dimitri up, swung him over his shoulder, and shot off into the sky once again. Now that Dimitri could turn his head, he looked up as they flew. What he saw surprised him.
This self-described ‘demon’ had the wings of an angel, only they were black and the feathers were sharp, like blades of knives. Dimitri was hesitant to say anything, but finally said, “You said you were a Demon, and this is…limbo?”
“In good time kid, okay? Shut up for a bit. I hate the voices of Humans. They make my head hurt,” Samuel replied in short. Dimitri was quiet until his nausea overcame him and he had to chime in.
“I feel sick. I need to stand on solid ground for a minute. Please,” He tried to get the Demon to listen to his pleas for about thirty seconds, repeating his words.
“Will you be quiet? Sleep,” The Demon said shortly, placing his hand over the boy’s face. He dropped into his dreams while the Demon completed the flight.
When he woke up, he was laying in soft grass. Ryan and Alex were sitting next to him, facing one another. They were speaking, but their words were muffled. Dimitri looked up to find a blue sky and a yellow sun that warmed his face. Maybe it had been a dream.
“Dimitri! You’re awake!” Alex yelled, reaching out to grab his hand. She pulled him forward and hugged him, exhaling deeply. She kissed his cheek lightly and let him go, “It’s really cold, the three of us should get closer together.”
“You’re cold?” Dimitri was puzzled, and his face showed it. The sun was shining, as far as Dimitri knew. He checked the sky again, to find his beautiful blue canvas replaced by blackness. He had imagined it. He was suddenly freezing.
“Are you okay, Dimitri?” Alex hugged him again, and extended an arm to Ryan, who took it, and settled himself into the hug. The three sat together, savoring the little warmth they got from one another.
The three were quiet for a few minutes, until they were once again greeted by their Demon friend, Samuel.
“Hello again, children! We’ve got quite a bit to discuss, and as I mentioned to Dimitri here, I don’t exactly like Human voices. So let me talk, and you keep your questions to a minimum please,” With that, Samuel settled down on the ground, crossing his legs and removing his hood, but keeping his head down.
“Let me tell you three something,” Samuel looked up to reveal his face, which was similar to that of a human’s. The only real differences were his skin tone, which was a light gray color, and his eyes, that glowed red in the darkness of the terrible world he’d called Limbo, “I don’t know if I have to say this, because I’m not sure whether you’ve figured it out on your own. You’re all dead, so get used to it.”