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The Building of Time
14 years ago
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In this I will be updating it every day so that I can get constant feedback on it. If parts don't make sense then they probably aren't meant to. This is also not furry yet but I'm working on it.
This is a story of a building that in reality does not exist yet still holds a physical presence. You may ask how this is possible so I will tell you. A long time ago a man dreamed up this building. He wanted it in reality, but there was no way to build it IN reality. So he started telling people that this building was only accessible if HE let them in, but he never did so people started thinking something was really there…and held something of great power. The next year as this man was going to bed he saw a light under his closet door. He got out of bed and went to the door. When he opened it he was on a bridge leading to the building he had dreamed. The only problem was that when he went to step onto the bridge his face just hit the coats in the closet. So he again started telling people about this building. This time they would see but he would have the door blocked by barriers. Every night he would try to walk across that bridge, and every night he would be hit with coats instead of fresh air. Three years after the first glimpse of that building he lost everything. His life is gone and the only thing he has left is the house. He plans to hang him-self so he gets his belt and walks towards the closet. When he opens it and walks in he feels cold stone under his feet and fresh air in his lungs. He was finally walking towards the building of his dream four years ago.
Eons later that house still stands. A cult was created to protect the building for there are some that want to have control of it so as to find the secrets it holds. This is where Horthoren comes into this story. He is one of the last of the followers and is the youngest. Now you would think that when the man died the building would go with him but no. The building only got more of a foot hold on reality. If you would try to explain how any of this works two things would happen. 1: The persons you are trying to explain this to would have their brain melt and 2: You would be put in an insane asylum for being nuts. But this is not a story about the building itself but of or friend Horthoren. When he was five he saw his parents murdered and then was taken by the murders. Now as this murder happened yet ended up as a “suicide of bloody proportions” the child was thought to have wandered off and died somewhere in the forest. No body was found because, well, he was not dead. The time is 2358 and unlike popular belief the sun has not gone super-nova, there was no big freeze in 200 years (can’t really call it a freeze, got around 21 for a couple of days), and we have found other things for power. There are no hover vehicles and there are no pulse guns, no time-travel. Nothing super advanced we thought we’d have. Corruption is the norm two times around the world and the fact is if you got money you got politics. Our friend is only 16 but he will have to deal with things that adults fear to even think of.
Today is August 13, 2358 C.E. in the home of The Building which is where we will start our little story. For some reason, things don't seem normal. There is a disturbance in the air. I pull on my clothes like any other day and I walk outside. Fog. That’s just great. Fog always makes me depressed. In my pocket are the few things I have that are my own still. A watch that still works; a comic that I have kept hidden all these years; and one of those Swiss army knives. My life is always a problem. "Go get the water you stupid boy!" "Why do you not know anything?" "Where do you get these stupid ideas of freedom?" Now I have a head ache. If I could chose what I would have become I would say "Well...I honestly don't know." for this is the only life I have ever lived. I have one friend, a wolf. I found him in the forest with his paw in a bear trap. Needless to say, I freed him. After that I just nursed him back to health and he has been with me from then on. I have been asked seven...SEVEN...times to go out into the forest and set him free. I have tried four times. All four of those times I left food there so he would not follow me. Four times I have cried then seen him walk up to the house. After the fourth time I just went out into the forest and laid a trail of food so that he would come back. He saved me from a bear once. Ironic since he was caught in a bear trap.
I hear something in the distance. It...It sounds like gun fire. I wonder if it is another crew here to try to loot the place. Well might as well check it out.
I jump to the ground as a bullet flies right by my head. Seeming to come from the wrong direction. As if the building is not being attacked by looters but by the people who protect it. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!? I'M ONE OF YOU!!!" Then a grenade lands next to me. SHIT. I pick it up and chuck it back without realizing it. I hear a "GHAAaaaaaaa uhh" I think I may have killed him. Then the rational part of me takes over and I run. I run to the house just to be met with more gun fire. I run back into the forest and out into the vast expanse of forest until I can't run anymore. I'm...I'm bleeding. I look down and see a hole about the size of a pee in my shirt with blood quickly blotching out. My vision is turning red. I'm dying. NO. I will not die without an answer. I start to walk some more and I find a road. I collapse right there hoping for someone to see me. Last thing I remember is a pair of head lights coming towards me.
I wake up and I am looking at some lights. I think they are hospital lights but I feel groggy. Looking at my arm, there is a tube going into my arm. Well at least I'm alive. No where can I get something to eat. Wait...where’s my wolf?!? Is that him in the kennel over there? Sitting up to get a better look it appears that it is my wolf. Was he also shot? About to get up a lady in a white coat comes in and says "You can't get up yet in the condition you are." Looking questioningly at her she lays me back down. Sometime after that, maybe an hour, I fell back asleep.
Running. Running from something big. Something strong. Something...evil. "GRAHHHHH!!!" Waking up in a cold sweat. The same nurse (I think that’s what they’re called) rushes into the room to find me sitting strait up in the bed. "Didn't I tell you you couldn't get up? Does it really hurt that bad?" "You wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain." She shrugs and walks out. Now that I fell a little better I look around. The walls are like all the other hospitals, depressing and morbid. Speaking of death and failure. Well at least I'm safe for now.
Falling. Falling without stop. Just, just nothing what so ever. It's... calming.
Why do I keep having those dreams? I just find myself waking up thinking I'm back in the forest. The pain is almost gone but the problem is that... there is no problem. What am I talking about? The food here is good, the people are nice, and everything is just over all enjoyable. Yet there is still that thought in the back of my head that there is something not right here. Latly I've been getting gifts from someone named "T". I can only guess what the name can be. Tommy? No. Timothy? No. Thorn, why would I think of the name Thorn.
This is a story of a building that in reality does not exist yet still holds a physical presence. You may ask how this is possible so I will tell you. A long time ago a man dreamed up this building. He wanted it in reality, but there was no way to build it IN reality. So he started telling people that this building was only accessible if HE let them in, but he never did so people started thinking something was really there…and held something of great power. The next year as this man was going to bed he saw a light under his closet door. He got out of bed and went to the door. When he opened it he was on a bridge leading to the building he had dreamed. The only problem was that when he went to step onto the bridge his face just hit the coats in the closet. So he again started telling people about this building. This time they would see but he would have the door blocked by barriers. Every night he would try to walk across that bridge, and every night he would be hit with coats instead of fresh air. Three years after the first glimpse of that building he lost everything. His life is gone and the only thing he has left is the house. He plans to hang him-self so he gets his belt and walks towards the closet. When he opens it and walks in he feels cold stone under his feet and fresh air in his lungs. He was finally walking towards the building of his dream four years ago.
Eons later that house still stands. A cult was created to protect the building for there are some that want to have control of it so as to find the secrets it holds. This is where Horthoren comes into this story. He is one of the last of the followers and is the youngest. Now you would think that when the man died the building would go with him but no. The building only got more of a foot hold on reality. If you would try to explain how any of this works two things would happen. 1: The persons you are trying to explain this to would have their brain melt and 2: You would be put in an insane asylum for being nuts. But this is not a story about the building itself but of or friend Horthoren. When he was five he saw his parents murdered and then was taken by the murders. Now as this murder happened yet ended up as a “suicide of bloody proportions” the child was thought to have wandered off and died somewhere in the forest. No body was found because, well, he was not dead. The time is 2358 and unlike popular belief the sun has not gone super-nova, there was no big freeze in 200 years (can’t really call it a freeze, got around 21 for a couple of days), and we have found other things for power. There are no hover vehicles and there are no pulse guns, no time-travel. Nothing super advanced we thought we’d have. Corruption is the norm two times around the world and the fact is if you got money you got politics. Our friend is only 16 but he will have to deal with things that adults fear to even think of.
Today is August 13, 2358 C.E. in the home of The Building which is where we will start our little story. For some reason, things don't seem normal. There is a disturbance in the air. I pull on my clothes like any other day and I walk outside. Fog. That’s just great. Fog always makes me depressed. In my pocket are the few things I have that are my own still. A watch that still works; a comic that I have kept hidden all these years; and one of those Swiss army knives. My life is always a problem. "Go get the water you stupid boy!" "Why do you not know anything?" "Where do you get these stupid ideas of freedom?" Now I have a head ache. If I could chose what I would have become I would say "Well...I honestly don't know." for this is the only life I have ever lived. I have one friend, a wolf. I found him in the forest with his paw in a bear trap. Needless to say, I freed him. After that I just nursed him back to health and he has been with me from then on. I have been asked seven...SEVEN...times to go out into the forest and set him free. I have tried four times. All four of those times I left food there so he would not follow me. Four times I have cried then seen him walk up to the house. After the fourth time I just went out into the forest and laid a trail of food so that he would come back. He saved me from a bear once. Ironic since he was caught in a bear trap.
I hear something in the distance. It...It sounds like gun fire. I wonder if it is another crew here to try to loot the place. Well might as well check it out.
I jump to the ground as a bullet flies right by my head. Seeming to come from the wrong direction. As if the building is not being attacked by looters but by the people who protect it. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!? I'M ONE OF YOU!!!" Then a grenade lands next to me. SHIT. I pick it up and chuck it back without realizing it. I hear a "GHAAaaaaaaa uhh" I think I may have killed him. Then the rational part of me takes over and I run. I run to the house just to be met with more gun fire. I run back into the forest and out into the vast expanse of forest until I can't run anymore. I'm...I'm bleeding. I look down and see a hole about the size of a pee in my shirt with blood quickly blotching out. My vision is turning red. I'm dying. NO. I will not die without an answer. I start to walk some more and I find a road. I collapse right there hoping for someone to see me. Last thing I remember is a pair of head lights coming towards me.
I wake up and I am looking at some lights. I think they are hospital lights but I feel groggy. Looking at my arm, there is a tube going into my arm. Well at least I'm alive. No where can I get something to eat. Wait...where’s my wolf?!? Is that him in the kennel over there? Sitting up to get a better look it appears that it is my wolf. Was he also shot? About to get up a lady in a white coat comes in and says "You can't get up yet in the condition you are." Looking questioningly at her she lays me back down. Sometime after that, maybe an hour, I fell back asleep.
Running. Running from something big. Something strong. Something...evil. "GRAHHHHH!!!" Waking up in a cold sweat. The same nurse (I think that’s what they’re called) rushes into the room to find me sitting strait up in the bed. "Didn't I tell you you couldn't get up? Does it really hurt that bad?" "You wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain." She shrugs and walks out. Now that I fell a little better I look around. The walls are like all the other hospitals, depressing and morbid. Speaking of death and failure. Well at least I'm safe for now.
Falling. Falling without stop. Just, just nothing what so ever. It's... calming.
Why do I keep having those dreams? I just find myself waking up thinking I'm back in the forest. The pain is almost gone but the problem is that... there is no problem. What am I talking about? The food here is good, the people are nice, and everything is just over all enjoyable. Yet there is still that thought in the back of my head that there is something not right here. Latly I've been getting gifts from someone named "T". I can only guess what the name can be. Tommy? No. Timothy? No. Thorn, why would I think of the name Thorn.
