Post by Almighty Admin on Nov 19, 2009 1:44:50 GMT -4
Chuck never knew exactly when it happened but it always did; it was when it didn't he would worry. He would be safely asleep with nothing but darkness around him...comforting and silent darkness...and then the world would fall out from under him.
In his mind's eye, the world dropped from beneath Chuck's feet. Noises and images slid together in a dizzying array before things suddenly snapped back into place. It was like a record player speeding up – slowly, the prophet was able to pick out individual sounds and sights and piece them together.
Chuck swayed on his feet, disoriented by the sudden merge from one reality to the other. He couldn't help but wonder if it was right to feel so nauseous, especially since this was technically all in his head.
Chuck steadied himself and glanced around. He immediately felt sick again when the gravity of the scene playing out before him settled in. He had been in this scene before...seen this chapter over and over again but he refused to write it and apprently that was going against some sort of plan.
He scrambeled along the outside of the walls in the room his back bumping against the cld stone as he watched Lilith's body crumple on to the stone and Ruby's eyes seemingly become beacons of joy. It was Sam's face that reflected the despair Chuck felt...that was because Chuck knew what was coming.
...And there it was Ruby ran off on her speech about Lucifer and Azazel and Sam being choosen.
"Sam...I'm AWESOME!"
"Hardly..." Chuck whispered to himself bitterly. The door to the room burst open and Chuck flinched back...every damn time that caught him off gaurd. As Dean enetered Chuck backed away towards the room and watched silently the pain pulsating through his head increasing.
And then it happened...the ground beneath them all began to shake and tremble and there was a painful blinding light which could only excist in nightmares and with a shower of blood and carnage Lucifer burst from within his cage and tore the world to pieces in a series of brutal and agonizing scenes which tore through Chuck's eyes like a rapid slide show.
Chuck felt the stone beneath him and he realized he had curled into a ball in the corner of the room his knees held tightly to his chest as he attempted to wake himself up to do anything that would stop the sights but nothing helped and he was forced to watch as he always was.
There was blood everywhere...literally everywhere. When the presence of Lucifer had burst through the feeble floor of the convent it had sent blood showering down upon the world and drenching everything in sight. The Winchesters had long since disappeared from the vision and Chuck didn't have much time to try and figure out where they had went since his focused seemed to lay with Lucifer and the carnage which surronded him. He sat huddeled in the corner of the room and though he refused to move a single inch further into the nightmare the nightmare came to him so to speak as the room changed images over and over again to reveal the horros Lucifer and his followers had in store for the world.
Bodies; burnt and managaled showered down in the room the sickening crunch their bodies made upon impact making Chuck shudder each and every time it was a sound he would never be able to get out of his mind...ever. Then the heat; the fire which seemed to consume everything around him licked lazily against his skin causing him to flinch back as the tongue of the flames covered everything in hellfire.
"Need to wake up now," Chuck whispered to himself over and over as the scenes became more intense and Chuck could feel his grip on his own sanity slipping with the carnage of the scenes around him.
The visions in front of him always got worse before they seemed to get better...he would assume he had yet to find a vision he had been plunged in that ended with kitties and puppies but he figured it had to be out there somewhere...in theory if there was to be anyone left to read the "Gospel" later not everyone could die. But so far as far as he could see things didn't look to promising for the human race...or anything else for that matter. The blood had covered the floor around him and he could feel it seeping into his clothes caking his skin and it made him want to heave his guts out...and just like that it was gone.
Reality crashed with vision at an alarming rate as Chuck jolted up from his regular spot surled up upon the couch in the dark livingroom. His breath hitched in his chest for several seconds as he struggeled to get a hold on himself...to get a hold on the true reality he had been dumped back into. The world seemed to shake around him and for a split second of panic Chuck thought the vision was coming true until he realized that it wasn't the world shaking around him...it was him.
It had been over a month since Chuck had gone on his own self proclaimed "writer's strike" and the visions didn't seem to be getting the hint in the least bit. If anything they were getting worse with each passing moment. Hurling himself from the couch Chuck stumbeled his way across the dark livingroom until his hand clapsed around the familiar feeling of the bottle of Jack Daniels which sat on the edge of one of the end tables. He was surprised he still had a liver since drinking was the only thing which seemed to dim the blinding pain in his head which had also seemingly grown worse by the day.
He was long past the point of not wanting to do this any longer and he was far past the point of feeling as if he was no longer in control of his own damned life. That was the ticket wasn't it? He was damned; for the remainder of his time on earth he was damned to serve as some sort of puppet for a message which seemed so twisted and filled with lies he could hardly make it all out.
Reaching out a blind hand and clicking on the lamp on the table he stared down at the bottle of Jack in his hand and he couldn't ignore the encompassing feeling of total despair. He wasn't even sure if despair was the correct word and he really didn;t give a damn what the right word was or what it wasn't the bare bones of the matter was that he was fucking miserable.
"I'm done..." Chuck whispered as the alcohol trembeled in the bottle as his grip on it shook. His ife would be what they wanted it to be as long as he lived it...so that was the ticket wasn't it?...Not to live it.
Stumbeling his way away from the cone of light the small lamp shown through the livingroom Chuck made his way down the small hallway and intot he washroom before he pulled open the medicine cabinet above the sink. His eyes fell upon the bottle of sleep medication he had stored there. He had gotten a prescription filled for the pills over a year ago when the blinding pain had kept him up but the pills had done nothing and had been discarded...until now.
Grabbing the pills from the cabinet and the bottle of Jack still held within his other hand Chuck took a few steps down the hallway until he froze; catching his reflection in a hallway mirror and he barely knew the man who stared back at him.
Without realizing what he was doing Chuck forced open the lid of the pill bottle his hand shaking and sending the top clattering to the ground as his eyes remained locked on his own reflection. He had control over this...so far nothing had stopped him, nobody had shown up, no phone calls no knocks...he could do it and nothig would stop him.
He stared down confused at the water which splashed against the hot skin on his hands before he realized that the water...the tears came from him and without wasting another second he downed the bottle of pills and quickly swallowed the bottle down the the remainder of the bottle of Jack. The pill bottle clattered to the ground and Chuck stumbeled forward step by staggering step until his hand pressed against the cold glass of the hallway mirror.
The tears burned down Chuck's face and he hardely felt the pain which tore through his already abused frame as he hands attempted to grip into the mirror as his eyes clenched shut for a moment in pain. The crash of the bottle of Jack Daniels shattering against the floor barely registered with Chuck as he stumbeled backwards from the mirror the world spinning around him in a haze of black and pain and then as quickly as the world stood upright it crashed to the ground and Chuck found himself slammed against the ground the glass around him splattered with his own blood the mirror and bottle having joined him on the floor.
He hadn't been strong enough; this he had known would happen from the start. As he curled himself on his side Chuck clenched his eyes shut his body trembeling ina violent reolt against the posions he had forced into it.
"Sorry..." Chuck whispered hsi vocie broken before his eyes rolled shut and the violent shaking of hos body grew worse before he fell silent and the house for the first time in what felt like a lifetime grew silent...still as death.
In his mind's eye, the world dropped from beneath Chuck's feet. Noises and images slid together in a dizzying array before things suddenly snapped back into place. It was like a record player speeding up – slowly, the prophet was able to pick out individual sounds and sights and piece them together.
Chuck swayed on his feet, disoriented by the sudden merge from one reality to the other. He couldn't help but wonder if it was right to feel so nauseous, especially since this was technically all in his head.
Chuck steadied himself and glanced around. He immediately felt sick again when the gravity of the scene playing out before him settled in. He had been in this scene before...seen this chapter over and over again but he refused to write it and apprently that was going against some sort of plan.
He scrambeled along the outside of the walls in the room his back bumping against the cld stone as he watched Lilith's body crumple on to the stone and Ruby's eyes seemingly become beacons of joy. It was Sam's face that reflected the despair Chuck felt...that was because Chuck knew what was coming.
...And there it was Ruby ran off on her speech about Lucifer and Azazel and Sam being choosen.
"Sam...I'm AWESOME!"
"Hardly..." Chuck whispered to himself bitterly. The door to the room burst open and Chuck flinched back...every damn time that caught him off gaurd. As Dean enetered Chuck backed away towards the room and watched silently the pain pulsating through his head increasing.
And then it happened...the ground beneath them all began to shake and tremble and there was a painful blinding light which could only excist in nightmares and with a shower of blood and carnage Lucifer burst from within his cage and tore the world to pieces in a series of brutal and agonizing scenes which tore through Chuck's eyes like a rapid slide show.
Chuck felt the stone beneath him and he realized he had curled into a ball in the corner of the room his knees held tightly to his chest as he attempted to wake himself up to do anything that would stop the sights but nothing helped and he was forced to watch as he always was.
There was blood everywhere...literally everywhere. When the presence of Lucifer had burst through the feeble floor of the convent it had sent blood showering down upon the world and drenching everything in sight. The Winchesters had long since disappeared from the vision and Chuck didn't have much time to try and figure out where they had went since his focused seemed to lay with Lucifer and the carnage which surronded him. He sat huddeled in the corner of the room and though he refused to move a single inch further into the nightmare the nightmare came to him so to speak as the room changed images over and over again to reveal the horros Lucifer and his followers had in store for the world.
Bodies; burnt and managaled showered down in the room the sickening crunch their bodies made upon impact making Chuck shudder each and every time it was a sound he would never be able to get out of his mind...ever. Then the heat; the fire which seemed to consume everything around him licked lazily against his skin causing him to flinch back as the tongue of the flames covered everything in hellfire.
"Need to wake up now," Chuck whispered to himself over and over as the scenes became more intense and Chuck could feel his grip on his own sanity slipping with the carnage of the scenes around him.
The visions in front of him always got worse before they seemed to get better...he would assume he had yet to find a vision he had been plunged in that ended with kitties and puppies but he figured it had to be out there somewhere...in theory if there was to be anyone left to read the "Gospel" later not everyone could die. But so far as far as he could see things didn't look to promising for the human race...or anything else for that matter. The blood had covered the floor around him and he could feel it seeping into his clothes caking his skin and it made him want to heave his guts out...and just like that it was gone.
Reality crashed with vision at an alarming rate as Chuck jolted up from his regular spot surled up upon the couch in the dark livingroom. His breath hitched in his chest for several seconds as he struggeled to get a hold on himself...to get a hold on the true reality he had been dumped back into. The world seemed to shake around him and for a split second of panic Chuck thought the vision was coming true until he realized that it wasn't the world shaking around him...it was him.
It had been over a month since Chuck had gone on his own self proclaimed "writer's strike" and the visions didn't seem to be getting the hint in the least bit. If anything they were getting worse with each passing moment. Hurling himself from the couch Chuck stumbeled his way across the dark livingroom until his hand clapsed around the familiar feeling of the bottle of Jack Daniels which sat on the edge of one of the end tables. He was surprised he still had a liver since drinking was the only thing which seemed to dim the blinding pain in his head which had also seemingly grown worse by the day.
He was long past the point of not wanting to do this any longer and he was far past the point of feeling as if he was no longer in control of his own damned life. That was the ticket wasn't it? He was damned; for the remainder of his time on earth he was damned to serve as some sort of puppet for a message which seemed so twisted and filled with lies he could hardly make it all out.
Reaching out a blind hand and clicking on the lamp on the table he stared down at the bottle of Jack in his hand and he couldn't ignore the encompassing feeling of total despair. He wasn't even sure if despair was the correct word and he really didn;t give a damn what the right word was or what it wasn't the bare bones of the matter was that he was fucking miserable.
"I'm done..." Chuck whispered as the alcohol trembeled in the bottle as his grip on it shook. His ife would be what they wanted it to be as long as he lived it...so that was the ticket wasn't it?...Not to live it.
Stumbeling his way away from the cone of light the small lamp shown through the livingroom Chuck made his way down the small hallway and intot he washroom before he pulled open the medicine cabinet above the sink. His eyes fell upon the bottle of sleep medication he had stored there. He had gotten a prescription filled for the pills over a year ago when the blinding pain had kept him up but the pills had done nothing and had been discarded...until now.
Grabbing the pills from the cabinet and the bottle of Jack still held within his other hand Chuck took a few steps down the hallway until he froze; catching his reflection in a hallway mirror and he barely knew the man who stared back at him.
Without realizing what he was doing Chuck forced open the lid of the pill bottle his hand shaking and sending the top clattering to the ground as his eyes remained locked on his own reflection. He had control over this...so far nothing had stopped him, nobody had shown up, no phone calls no knocks...he could do it and nothig would stop him.
He stared down confused at the water which splashed against the hot skin on his hands before he realized that the water...the tears came from him and without wasting another second he downed the bottle of pills and quickly swallowed the bottle down the the remainder of the bottle of Jack. The pill bottle clattered to the ground and Chuck stumbeled forward step by staggering step until his hand pressed against the cold glass of the hallway mirror.
The tears burned down Chuck's face and he hardely felt the pain which tore through his already abused frame as he hands attempted to grip into the mirror as his eyes clenched shut for a moment in pain. The crash of the bottle of Jack Daniels shattering against the floor barely registered with Chuck as he stumbeled backwards from the mirror the world spinning around him in a haze of black and pain and then as quickly as the world stood upright it crashed to the ground and Chuck found himself slammed against the ground the glass around him splattered with his own blood the mirror and bottle having joined him on the floor.
He hadn't been strong enough; this he had known would happen from the start. As he curled himself on his side Chuck clenched his eyes shut his body trembeling ina violent reolt against the posions he had forced into it.
"Sorry..." Chuck whispered hsi vocie broken before his eyes rolled shut and the violent shaking of hos body grew worse before he fell silent and the house for the first time in what felt like a lifetime grew silent...still as death.