I'm not sure if it was because I didn't think before I acted or if he simply let me hit him, but my hand smashed across his face with enough force to send him reeling and to turn my hand a brilliant red.
"Ouch," I mutter to myself, shaking out the pain in my hand.
"What...the fuck was that?" He asks me with a bewildered expression upon his face. "Did you just hit me?"
I'm too distracted by my tingling hand to give him a coherent answer. "Fucker...deserved it."
A silence settles comfortably between us after that. He doesn't mock or jeer at me, and I don't touch or glare at him in return. I find this situation easy to sink into and allow my mind to wander.
The hallways seem to be getting more colorful with each turn. They transition from a blinding white to an ugly, yellow-ish grey. The thought that I should ask him how much longer we were from our destination crosses my mind, but I store it away for another time or another person. I certainly can't ask him anything at the moment, due to my short temper and his sarcastic remarks. Though he did deserve to be hit entirely. He needs a lesson in manners, big time.
We take our millionth turn in the never ending stream of hallways and come face to face with a vivid, forest green door. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god there's some other color besides white or pee-yellow.
He knocks on the door two times and takes a step back as it swings open. A rush of heat caresses my face and bare shoulders.
"Mmm," I unconsciously say. Nice colors AND a heated room? I can't wait to be in there!
"Wait. We must be called in. You do not enter unless invited." He sticks a hand out in front of me, blocking my passage to the warm escape from this white hell.
I shift nervously from foot to foot, pulling the cloth tighter around my body and straining my neck to get a glimpse over his shoulder.
A voice rumbles from deep within the chamber, "You may come in."
We glide into the room and the door automatically shuts behind us with a soft thud. I glance at it suspiciously. Why does the door have to be closed? It's not like there's anyone in this godforsaken place. A chuckle echoes from across the room and bounces against my ears. I understand now that my thoughts are not safe from anyone here.
"Why are you so distant? It's nearly time to begin your creation," the stranger asks.
"Ouch," I mutter to myself, shaking out the pain in my hand.
"What...the fuck was that?" He asks me with a bewildered expression upon his face. "Did you just hit me?"
I'm too distracted by my tingling hand to give him a coherent answer. "Fucker...deserved it."
A silence settles comfortably between us after that. He doesn't mock or jeer at me, and I don't touch or glare at him in return. I find this situation easy to sink into and allow my mind to wander.
The hallways seem to be getting more colorful with each turn. They transition from a blinding white to an ugly, yellow-ish grey. The thought that I should ask him how much longer we were from our destination crosses my mind, but I store it away for another time or another person. I certainly can't ask him anything at the moment, due to my short temper and his sarcastic remarks. Though he did deserve to be hit entirely. He needs a lesson in manners, big time.
We take our millionth turn in the never ending stream of hallways and come face to face with a vivid, forest green door. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god there's some other color besides white or pee-yellow.
He knocks on the door two times and takes a step back as it swings open. A rush of heat caresses my face and bare shoulders.
"Mmm," I unconsciously say. Nice colors AND a heated room? I can't wait to be in there!
"Wait. We must be called in. You do not enter unless invited." He sticks a hand out in front of me, blocking my passage to the warm escape from this white hell.
I shift nervously from foot to foot, pulling the cloth tighter around my body and straining my neck to get a glimpse over his shoulder.
A voice rumbles from deep within the chamber, "You may come in."
We glide into the room and the door automatically shuts behind us with a soft thud. I glance at it suspiciously. Why does the door have to be closed? It's not like there's anyone in this godforsaken place. A chuckle echoes from across the room and bounces against my ears. I understand now that my thoughts are not safe from anyone here.
"Why are you so distant? It's nearly time to begin your creation," the stranger asks.
