Nightfall Passing {Open}
Oct 20, 2011 18:50:06 GMT -5
Post by Yetinsane on Oct 20, 2011 18:50:06 GMT -5
His lungs felt as if they were on fire, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. His head was throbbing and he felt as if he could sprout wings and lift himself into the sky. His body was urging for him to stop and his vision was starting to blur. Zee Umbre could barely make out the fortuneless part of District 9 as he zipped past. You've got to stop. You've got to stop! Zee's mind was persistently chiming to him, trying to break through his concentration. His head had started to throb more painfully now and he was starting to feel dizzy; he briefly wondered if he should just stop moving. Then he saw the 'finish line', a street lamp that wasn't lit, broken perhaps, that or it had never even worked.
There it is, just a little more ways to go, he told himself in his mind, comforting him, however slightly. Zee let out a relieved breath and readied himself for the last little distance to the street light, distorted in his clouded vision, far in the distance. The air was cold and unwelcoming causing him to shiver through the thick sheet of sweat that covered his body. A faint breeze blew from behind him. Zee shot forward swiftly, minimizing the distance from himself and the street light rapidly; covering the last 100 yards to his stopping point.
He skidded to a reckless halt, almost falling face first into the ground. He stumbled forward, trying to prop himself up against the metal post as a few commoners look up, disturbed my the sudden commotion. Zee fell directly into the street lamp, grunting at the pain of the collision. Curse his blurred vision! He wrapped his arms around the metal stake and pushed himself up so he stood supported by the frozen metal pole.
The sky had already darkened and the street lamp's bulb suddenly flashed on, illuminating the boy who stood under it. I guess it wasn't broken after all, Zee thought absently. A tuft of hair from his short bangs and fell across his left eye; he quickly brushed it aside out of habit. He was in a simple dark green jersey and black sports shorts and his body was heaving with effort from his labored breathing. His dusky black hair was giving a slight brown tint, despite its usual darkness, reacting to the bright light shinning above him and the sheen of sweat. Large factory buildings sprung up behind and all around him, blotting out the rapidly setting sun. He had stopped in front of a set of shops nearby the outskirts of the District Square. His hair annoyed him, how it was sticking to his head like blackened glue, but it wasn't just his hair, it was also the humid and cool weather of autumn that caused it to melt. But he was more worried about this dizzy spell that was starting to overcome him.
Every time he'd felt completely fine after a three mile run, but this time he'd run much faster than usual, covering the distance in a incredibly shot amount of time. Still, that wouldn't explain why he felt so bad. Zee was still having difficulty seeing through his glossy emerald orbs. He shook his head and his bangs fell over his eyes again, however, this time he ignored them. He felt almost hot in the chilled air, he swallowed almost choking on the repelling blood-taste. Without warning, he felt a sudden weakness and his vision filled with black dots. His sweat turned cold. Zee fell forward, limply. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground, collapsing against the stony ground.