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- A steady itch crawled up my arm, beginning in my fingertips. At first
- I simply needed to clench my fist repeatedly, but soon it spread like
- morphine through my veins, clawing up to my elbow before consuming my
- entire left arm like a phantom flame, burning away only in my mind.
- I scratched and clutched at my shoulder, glancing around for the cause
- of the invading feeling. The street continued as normal, the quiet buzz
- of daily life keeping passersby distracted from the uneasy wind passing
- through the street. Bells chimed in the distance, though a glance at
- the clock tower showed seven, a simple late evening. The ringing
- continued, growing louder. The chimes hit eight, and ignored
- thier mistake, continuing on. They were deafening, no longer coming
- from the distance, but the ground beneath me. The street was silent,
- even the cars passing by on both sides. Both sides? I was in the center
- of the street now. Cars passed silently, showing no concern to nearly
- charging through me. Nobody glanced at the mad man wincing and
- scratching at himself in the street. The bells continued. I lept
- between two cars, running into the street. My shoulder, my burning
- shoulder, caught a man as I past. He stumbled aside, but kept his eyes
- forward, marching into the middle distance with no expression. I followed
- his lead, sprinting into an alley with my eyes fixed on a fictional
- horizon. I tripped, on what I never saw, and slammed into the ground
- without bracing, my fingers clawed deep into my shoulder, replacing
- the itching with a relieving agony. I rested my forehead on the wet
- cobblestone, panting harder than my brief excertion would demand.
- I pushed onto one arm, leaning back onto my knees. Rain hit my face.
- It had been raining for days, even if it had only started now. It
- put out the fire in my arm. My sleeve grew wet and heavy and empty.
- I grasped at it, but there was no arm beneath. It washed away with the
- pain. I glanced back, and the alley grew endless. I glanced forward and
- the alley ended just ahead. A single, giant hand pressed through the
- wall, spilling and stretching it like sap. It was grasping at thin air.
- I stared at it as it clenched and stretched further towards me. More
- joined it. Smaller, slender appendages, less whole arms, reached from
- the walls and the ground, but these showed no interest in the world,
- they grabbed at the prominent arm, growing endlessly long as it invaded
- the alley. Each hand grasped at it, tearing away at it like candles to
- wax. Each drip from it grew new arms, though it never got any smaller,
- only longer. I forced myself to my feet, and stumbled back as it neared
- me, still grasping blindly for something. I lept back with new found
- strength, feeling me heart beating for the first time since I fell.
- It caught my sleeve, tearing it off between two giant fingertips.
- Blood poured from my shoulder, thick and red, but growing dark as it
- hit the stone beneath my feet, slipping into the forest of arms like a
- river. I turned my back in two heavy steps, my blood spilling between
- my feet and sticking to my books. It stretched and spluttered with each
- step I took, though it never slowed me down. I sprinted, adrenaline
- replacing every drop of blood I lost. I could hear the arms spreading
- behind me like oil. My legs took me as far as they could, but I never
- moved, they alley merely stretched behind me. In the distance I could
- see the street. People continued on their paths, never glancing into my
- own personal branch. It splintered out more and more, new alleys
- forming either side of me as they swept past my motionless sprint.
- The street pulled itself closer underfoot, and I could feel the giant
- arm still snatching at thin air, growing desperate or angry.
- Either a minute or a day past of running through this splinter. The sun
- rose, regardless of time, and set with no moon in the sky as often.
- I lept into the street, and dived to the side as the arm chased me out.
- I turned, still stumbling backwards, watching for the limbs emergance.
- It never came, a man collided with me, I spun around and he glanced me
- up and down before shaking his head and marching past. I watched him
- as he went, before staring at my hand. Hands. I glanced around the
- street. It was raining. There were bells. The clock tower showed 7.
- The ringing stopped. I peered into the alley cautiously. Garbage, a
- simple crack in the far wall. Empty of life, or limbs. I was sweating.
- Thre was no rain. I wiped my forehead with my returned arm and marched
- on down the street, eyes in the middle distance.
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