Benji’s Fun Fact Story Corner #75 (Re-write)
This fact is rewritten as I deemed the last one too jumbled and not fitting into the story correctly. I apologize for the inconvenience.
The strange man wandered the corridors, the small stone being had told him what had happened. Could it be true? Was what was predicted finally occurring? These thoughts ran through his head as if on a high speed race track, bumping and crashing into each other. That was when he began to hear the moans. There he found him on the floor, laying in a pool of his own blood. Limbs splayed almost as if a piece of macabre modern art. He dropped the cane he used in shock, falling to his knees. Who could have done such a thing? Why? No matter. If what his friend had said was true, then he must save this man, whatever the cost. He picked him up and cradled him in his arms, he stirred as he ran quickly, but gently. His healing would be painful, no, excruciating, but he couldn’t stand by and watch him die, he was not that man any longer! He found the room, lit up by the multitude of orange crystals that encrusted every open surface in the small space. They could heal wounds yes, but it would not be pleasant. He lay the man down on the bed of sharp rocks, and ground the entrance closed, and thus began the worst three days of the Climbers life.
He awoke to his bones crawling, his blood boiling, there was no air in his lungs. He tried to scream but his throat was too dry. He tried to bite down but there was a gag in his mouth, probably to prevent him from swallowing his tongue. All he could do was scream. The pain oh god the pain. It was too much, the bones in his arms were shifting and moving pressing against skin that felt raw and peeled. His veins were filled with needles, piercing and stabbing through his heart with every pump. The worst part was his spine, ice cold and yet burning hot. His skin knitted itself back together. Muscle stinging and wrapping itself around exposed whites of bones. After what seemed like an eternity, the lights dimmed. A man with a beard that dragged along the floor appeared in front of him. His vision was blurry but he could make out his blue eyes. He put a wet rag to his forehead, which soothed him. He brought a stone bowl to his lips and the Climber drank the water within it, it tasted like the sweetest and most delicious thing that had ever went down his throat. Then he brought something else, a strange smelling bowl, and put it to his lips. He drank the contents and found it to be a strange stew. The taste was peculiar but he was ravenous. Afterwards the man apologized, almost crying as he did, and replaced the gag in his mouth, he rolled the door closed and the light began to shine once again, and with it came his strained screams.
The cycle happened three times, excruciating pain, drink, eat, repeat. The pain never lessened, never stopped, not even near the end. He assumed the lights were following the day night cycle, but the respite between the light felt only like seconds whilst the days felt like years. Suddenly, the pain stopped. Gone, faster than thought. He jerked into an upright position, taking a sharp intake of air into his lungs, and he felt nothing. His lungs were clear of shards of bone. He could move. It was almost like it had never happened, but still he had scars. Jagged and uneven that cut along his knees and elbows and other exit wounds. He could still feel it running through him, like liquid flame in his veins. Or was it a mere memory now? He shuddered. The man he had seen before rolled open the entrance with a grind of stone, and gave him a relieved sigh. A small smile even.
“You have been reborn.”
End of Benji’s Fun Fact Story Corner #75 (Re-write)