Random story excerpt.

What world am I getting myself into? I could mumble that a hundred times, no a million, to myself and I would never know. My hands ached, I was dizzy to the point of falling over and everything was mess in my life… physically and mentally.

I wandered along a long white hall. Things brushed up against me and sent shivers all the way down my spine and back up again. Was I dying? No I couldn’t be, not if I was still in pain. I took a moment to evaluate myself thoroughly… I wasn’t in pain. Nothing was real, nothing was fake… nothing was everything

I was surrounded into nothingness, drifting in and out between life and death… or death and life considering I had no idea where I was. I was here, I thought to myself. But, where was here?

I couldn’t feel anything, I was drifting among something… wait!!! I was drifting!!! I had no control over where I was moving, it almost seemed like I was being pulled into something that I had no control of.(obviously) This thing was greater than I was, greater than anything I had ever met, ever experienced. It was almost like I was getting sucked into something that would never end… did I want to continue? Did I want to escape, or more likely get stolen, into something I had absolute no control over?

My mind raced through all of the possible outcomes, all bad and accurate. I wanted to leave.

I frantically pushed against the invisible walls that held me. Instantly, I was surrounded by a blinding white that flashed for only as long as I pushed. I was breathless, no air would pass in or out of my lungs; nothing.

Something metallic erupted on my tongue and instantly I was falling…. Things slowly blurred…. Then, it all went fuzzy into numbness, almost like the two were long lost friends that had been reunited by my misfortunes….

I slowly let go of my grip on things, let the battle take me without a fight, and I went under… under what I’m not so sure….

Something cold brushed against my neck and some of my senses seemed to come back to me piece-by-piece, but my voice was rendered useless. I tried to open my eyes but soon found that I had no control over my body still, great, how perfectly useless.

A fog surrounded my head that smelled of dying, burning wood that had been caught out in the rain for o long… then buried for a century or two. The fog caressed my face and chin, almost as if it was trying to get a good look at me before something happened. Still I wanted to scream, but couldn’t find my voice.

The more I thought about what had happened and what was going to happen; the fog would burn my face. It would surround me and practically choked me until I was gasping for breath out my ears since I was gagged and the smoke was in my nose.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t think. Of course that doesn’t seem to be too hard for you, you clearly can avoid peoples hints.”

My face distorted in confusion and fear, all at the same time. The person speaking had a hard, strong voice that left my ears itching from the inside. I couldn’t distinguish whether it was a woman or a man speaking, but they apparently didn’t want me to find out.

“If you cooperate with me I can let you talk… to an extent. I would really appreciate if you didn’t make this hard, because I can make it hell for you… just a warning.” The voice stopped talking for a moment and they seemed to be evaluating their choice of words. I couldn’t figure out why because I couldn’t think without the smoke enveloping me and choking me to death.

“As you probably figured out all ready the smoke that is surrounding you chokes you when you attempt to think, it will continue to do it unless I tell it to stop. The smoke is called cinder fog and I don’t think you want to know what it is made of. By now it’s probably safe to assume that you feel something heavy on your neck. It probably feels cold and rough, but smooth at the same time.” The words stopped there and I realized they were right, I could feel something surrounding my neck.

I opened my mouth to try and ask what it was but the smoke started to fill my throat and I couldn’t breathe; it was probably from me thinking of asking the question. I sat lifelessly in the what ever it was spewing up who knows what into a rag that was tightly placed over my mouth.

“That thing would be not only the most poisonous snakes known to man and creature, but it is the only one in existence. If you speak inappropriately I will tell it to strangle you to death and leave you hear to die. Of course, it will become part of you after you pass out without your precious air.” The person snapped their fingers and the rag was gone from my mouth, along with the sickening smoke. I found myself gasping for air and hacking up my lungs as if I had just been under water for an eternity then dropped off in a sand pit.

I gasped for breath but found myself, through staggering breaths, asking what was in the cinder fog and what it did.

My senses were clear now and I could think almost clearly again… almost. There was still enough smoke left that my thoughts were still more than a little disoriented. Not to mention that I couldn’t see the persons face at all. They were staring at me, that much I was certain. But, there eyes weren’t on me… they were trained on something else… then a cold shiver ran down my spine.

A musical laugh rang out echoing off the walls and slamming into me with such force I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. That’s when I realized the person that had captured me, tied me up and almost killed me was a woman… a woman!

Instantly the cinder fog started to creep closer to me and stick to my face, I started to choke again on nothing it would seem like.

“Now that you can talk and think to an extent don’t get a big head thinking that you run the place. If I wanted to I could cut your life short like a string of thread and scissors.” I gulped down part of my fear and let the rest swirl in my stomach. I wanted to scream.

That when I realized the tickling sensation that was surrounding my neck. I looked down and with utter surprise I saw a silver snake that was tangled around my shoulders, throat and entire body. There really was a snake! I hadn’t been strapped to a chair with chains; it had been a HUGE snake! I gasped in terror and shock and it was soon followed by the woman’s musical laugh.