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Previously on Listening For That Sweet Tune:
I was tricked. When I came to, I was
being operated on by silhouettes of what I would assume to be surgeons but they
were pitch black and dripping with darkness. Everything they did to me was only
shadow play--they never really touched me. They took scalpels to my stomach and
chest, cutting at my skin, I freaked out for a moment and tried to move out of
the way but my body was struck motionless. It was like my soul was what they
cut open--taking out the grey and replacing it with black. It made me feel that
the ones who couldn't take form couldn't do any real damage to me but as I
thought longer the first Wretched I met couldn't take form and he cut me wide
open—in the moment—but when I arose the cut disappeared and only a scar
remained; maybe the same would happen here.
The surgeons sealed me up, gathered their
things, then left the room; I was then able to move freely and checked to see
if any scars were left—there was. The operating room around me began to take a
finer form including the table I was sitting on and another that was holding my
clothes. I got dressed as the room continued materializing as tiles fell off
the walls to show old wooden logs. I looked around the room examining
everything in their limbo phase—not real life but not utter darkness—and some
lump moving in circles materialized. I reached toward another hook to grab my necklace;
it was a fashioned piece of string with Moony's pendant moon and a key that I
found within my body not to long ago. Dark goo dripped off and fell to the
floor little by little to reveal the dancing couple no more than a few feet
tall on the ceiling. The slow piano tune from Beethoven's piano sonata
continued in the background when everything materialized I noticed that I was
in a one room wooden cabin. I looked out the window to see that where I was,
was on the beach as the waves came crashing on the shore.
I looked at the corners behind me and the
couple continued to dance ever so gracefully. The woman in a sky blue dress
that fell a little past her knees and the man had a black tuxedo on—like the partygoers.
I grew frustrated seeing this because I wasn't exactly sure what it meant. I
walked up to the couple and swatted my hands towards them but my hand went
through them like smoke. They continued with their dancing as if nothing just
happened and I swatted again. I didn't know what I was expecting but it sure
wasn't nothing. I shrugged it off as if I wasn't curious in the first place but
the air grew light and I struggled to breathe I turned my back to the couple
and ran to the front door to get outside.
I rushed outside as soon as i was able to
open the door and looked around hoping to find some sign that I was on the new
land and not the one I was on previously but there was nothing obvious. The fog
still covered the land, no sign of any animals, lack of light yet grass and
trees were still able to grow. I turned around to face the fields of grass and
I could see something approaching me. One person turned into a second person,
which turned to another. Before to long a dozen people were walking over the
little hill that separated the fields from the beach. I began to wave towards
the people but as I raised my hand then a gunshot echoed through the air and my
left shoulder fell back words then the rest of my body.
I immediately applied pressure to the
wound so I wouldn't bleed out but as a minute passed I noticed no blood left
the wound but a bullet definitely penetrated the skin. Before I was able to
examine the wound with more detail, the people surrounded me and the one with
the gun crouched down and looked at my wound then back at me.
'We got you ya sonouvabitch.' I looked back to the cabin to see the
couple--now life sized—look through one of the windows and stared at me. I
looked back up to the people surrounded me and before I was able to blink I saw
the end of the mans gun.
When I awoke again I felt my forehead to
feel a large bump from where the man hit me with his gun. I awoke on the floor
of a stone block building. The door—to my right—was made out of iron bars and
it looked like the floor hadn't been swept for years. Looked up to my left and
a little window—barred as well. The fog lingered and I could see grass at the
bottom of the window which told me that I was underground but I couldn’t understand
how the grass remained green then someone walked up to my door.
'Happy with yourself?' He asked. I stood
up from lying on the ground and approached him.
'Why would I be happy? I'm locked
up.'
'Your own doing might I add.' I thought
to myself wondering what kind of evil I could have done.
'What did I do?' I asked solemnly. He
raised his eyebrows and walked away only to come back in a few seconds.
'What’s your name?' He asked
angrily.
'Ben Lamb.' I muttered reluctantly. The
man stopped moving around and stared at me intently then walked away. I walked
up closer to the metal bars of the door and listened to the muttering in the
background. I heard my name several times along with the rest of the rhyme
Moony told me and I wondered how they heard it too. Another man walked up to my
cell with a chair and sat down in front of me and leaned forward.
'Now tell me about yourself Ben Lamb.'
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