Varun
Strategos
Ok, the theme may be quite macabre for my writing style. Still, I gave it a shot. Will be extending this story further
The Blood
He woke up and saw red. There were red walls, red floors and red everything. His clothes were stained with red. He touched it. It was sickly and sweet. It was both pleasant and horrifying for him.
Then he realized what it was – Blood. That is how his tale began.
He did not remember where he came from or how he got there. A man without a past and a present, and therefore there was no ‘Once upon a time’ in this story. Not until he found out who he was, or how this came to be – The Blood.
He looked around for something. He tried remembering his name – Goro. That was all he could remember and so he stuck with it. He tried moving his hands and legs. They worked just fine. He seemed like a lost traveler who comes out of a forest and sees civilization. Everything was new and different, except the Blood.
He tried talking. The words rolled easily out of his mouth. He tried standing up but slipped. Fortunately, there was a bell-pull which he caught on to. “That rope might come in handy”, he thought. He yanked it hard and it came into his hand. And then he fell down, blanked out and remembering.
His family……His children…..All died…….By one and only one man – HIM
It was their Blood. And he had no idea how this began.
He had no idea how harrowing the journey would be.
The Blood
Then he realized what it was – Blood. That is how his tale began.
He did not remember where he came from or how he got there. A man without a past and a present, and therefore there was no ‘Once upon a time’ in this story. Not until he found out who he was, or how this came to be – The Blood.
He looked around for something. He tried remembering his name – Goro. That was all he could remember and so he stuck with it. He tried moving his hands and legs. They worked just fine. He seemed like a lost traveler who comes out of a forest and sees civilization. Everything was new and different, except the Blood.
He tried talking. The words rolled easily out of his mouth. He tried standing up but slipped. Fortunately, there was a bell-pull which he caught on to. “That rope might come in handy”, he thought. He yanked it hard and it came into his hand. And then he fell down, blanked out and remembering.
His family……His children…..All died…….By one and only one man – HIM
It was their Blood. And he had no idea how this began.
He had no idea how harrowing the journey would be.