03-21-2014, 07:46 PM
Jensen weakly looked up. He'd certainly been better. The man that told him to focus on breathing had done the right thing. Slow, steady breaths pulled cold night air in and out of his lungs. The sweat that burst out of every inch of his skin tingled frosty, but his stomach was empty. In fact, in the absence of explosive cramps rippling across his abdomen, he felt quite numb now that it was all over. Even the frigid night air didn't seem to bother him as much.
Two blank eyes followed the others as they gathered the corpse. He watched them drag the lump of dead weight off of the street, but soon his gaze fell to his own palms. His brows furrowed down, confused without knowing what to do. He'd heard, although not necessarily comprehended, the order to depart. Yet there he continued to sit until he just started looking around, lost.
His eyes pressed themselves together, needing to block out the view of this nightmare, but no matter how tight his lids, he knew something continued to stare back at him.
The next thing the others would know, Jensen was standing right behind them, having followed on soft footsteps. He offered out the severed head, which he'd gathered on the way, while yet was oblivious to the flesh caking his palms.
"You forgot the head,"
he said.
When the burden of weight was relieved of him, his shoulders slumped. For a moment it seemed he might vomit again. Or maybe just pass out. The blackness of ignorant sleep would have been welcome.
Instead, he introduced himself. "I'm Jensen,"
and with a quiet breath followed the rest, like an afterthought he wasn't sure were actually true. Was any of this true? He couldn't say any more. "...James."
Jensen James. That sounded right.
He turned to leave. Though he had no idea which way to go.
Edited by Jensen James, Mar 21 2014, 07:47 PM.
Two blank eyes followed the others as they gathered the corpse. He watched them drag the lump of dead weight off of the street, but soon his gaze fell to his own palms. His brows furrowed down, confused without knowing what to do. He'd heard, although not necessarily comprehended, the order to depart. Yet there he continued to sit until he just started looking around, lost.
His eyes pressed themselves together, needing to block out the view of this nightmare, but no matter how tight his lids, he knew something continued to stare back at him.
The next thing the others would know, Jensen was standing right behind them, having followed on soft footsteps. He offered out the severed head, which he'd gathered on the way, while yet was oblivious to the flesh caking his palms.
"You forgot the head,"
he said.
When the burden of weight was relieved of him, his shoulders slumped. For a moment it seemed he might vomit again. Or maybe just pass out. The blackness of ignorant sleep would have been welcome.
Instead, he introduced himself. "I'm Jensen,"
and with a quiet breath followed the rest, like an afterthought he wasn't sure were actually true. Was any of this true? He couldn't say any more. "...James."
Jensen James. That sounded right.
He turned to leave. Though he had no idea which way to go.
Edited by Jensen James, Mar 21 2014, 07:47 PM.