Unconscious musings

Imagery compliments of my unconscious mind.

Open. Close. Breathe in, breathe out.

Open.

Darkness. Void. The spreading emptiness that awaits, creeping in to every space, clawing into the synapses of the deepest mind.

Close.

Breathe...

Breathe...

Breathe...

Open.

Get to the car. Just get to the car. Look across the street, they're waiting... Backs turned hands empty, but they are ready.

Just get in the car...

Start the engine, now just drive. All you have to do is drive.....

Look up. 

You can't outrun them.

Close.

Breathe.

Open.

Tears fill eyes straining to see, vision blurs in pain as breathe collapses into gasps and shrieks, a desperate act that is failing. The line around brittle, fragile skin and trachea is thin but strong, cutting deep into flesh. Feet struggle. The ground is so close, so close!

...Inches or lightyears makes no difference. Struggle is futile....

Close.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Open.

 Peak through the key hole, what's going on? Sounds of struggle, known all too well, she on the ground, hand out stretched, sobs and pleas fall to his deaf ears as the flash of metal moves and then just red....

He peaks back through the key hole... 

Keep moving, he won't catch up. His face is known now, his silver flash can't strike once he's been found... 

A note? 

He is the chameleon. He is nowhere.... He is everywhere. There is no escape.

Close.

Breathe.

Breathe. 

Breathe.

Open.

Revolution is coming. The mission is simple, get to target and eliminate. Just up the stairs, second door on the right, weapon is a simple handgun. Discrete, light and just what is needed. Somethings wrong....

The diversion should have worked. But this is wrong. 

Hands tied to ankles, staring down the barrel, the target now targeting. 

Barrel lowers, and as thunder rolls heat streaks through bone and heart.

CLOSE!

Open... 

Breathe...

Darkness....

The End

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