DUNGEON PROMPTS – WEEK 3: INNER VOICE- Heart of the Storm

Why do I care?  Jolts thought bitterly.

When in the worlds did I bother to think of what would happen to other people?

Renewed pain shot through his body as a gust of wind crushed him further into the floor, causing his vision to fade at the edges.

So what if a lunatic is going to release monsters on the world?  I could run, I could survive.

Silence was all that answered Jolts.  So he continued his monologue.

This is what you get for trusting people.  His thoughts, now becoming more delirious from a lack of oxygen.  Pain, pain!  That’s all you get!  Well, disappointment too, but mostly pain!

Again, only silence of his own mind answered.

In the haze that was his vision, Jolts could make out a figure approaching him.  It was almost over then, Eleven would finally kill him, and Jolts wouldn’t have to worry about any thing any more.

The figure spoke, “You see, this is what happens to a son of a coward that tries to be all noble and go against his true nature.”  Yep, definitely Eleven, a deep rich baritone (insert creative reference about the wind here).  “Now then,”

Jolts could feel himself leave the floor as the air currents lifted him up from the the floor to face his assailant upright. “Is this really all? Is this all the On-Coming Storm can do? Perhaps your friends will be more entertaining,” he paused, “However, in this, your final moment, I wonder what last words a so-called ‘hero’ like you would say?” The wind mage laughed.

There was a sudden deceleration in the the whirlwind and Jolts breathed in oxygen for the first in what felt like hours. His mind snapped back into focus as he beheld and regarded the man suffocating him to death. He stretched out his mind to find something witty, hurtful and snarky to say back.

But there was only silence.

So the only thing that came out of Jolts’ mouth was a “Uh…love?”

Eleven’s face contorted into a mask of confusion. “Love? Where did that come from?”

“I don’t really know, really. My mind is surprisingly blank.” Jolts said honestly. He tried again, searching for the other thinking bodies that normally resided there.

Silence. There was no one there. All of his personalities, all the images of himself and who Jolts was were gone. In the emptiness, he stood alone.

“Blank? Last we met you would not stop from talking. Or is this who you really are,” Eleven said sagely, “all air and nothing more. How ironic it is then you’re about to be killed by it.”

For the first time, Jolts wasn’t sure. I am not all air… He thought haphazardly. But there really was nothing else there, just him…just himself…

Out of nowhere, a thought struck Jolts. No, not out of nowhere. It was as if the thought was there inside of him all along… Jolts grabbed hold of it and looked at it. A burst of energy shot through him as he held the idea in his hands. Then it started to multiply exponentially filling him with a strange feeling of power, more so then anything else before.  The power continued to swell and expand as it exceeded the limits of his mind.

Jolts’ would-be murderer took a step back. “What the..? What’s happening?” Eleven said fascinated, “Y-your hair, it’s turning white! What have you done?!”

The thought grew, consuming his entire being. Sparks danced as they leaped off of his body, and a tiny shattering told that Jolts’ inhibitors had broken.

The whirlwind died out as flashes of electricity consumed it. Now free from his airy prison, Jolts towered over Eleven, as he had fallen over during the excitement, Jolts raised his hand and shouted with his thoughts and mouth, “I am me!  Deal with it!”


Inspired by DungeonPrompts: Inner Voice

8 thoughts on “DUNGEON PROMPTS – WEEK 3: INNER VOICE- Heart of the Storm

  1. Sorry about my last comment, I was a little out of it yesterday.

    I love how Jolts is talking to himself, trying to reassure himself that dying now isn’t going to be that much of a problem for the people he has (however reluctantly) come to care about. That part at the end where he realizes he doesn’t have to rely on other personalities that he’s created for use before but can rely on himself at his most basic was awesome.

    It’s always quiet at the heart of any storm, especially big ones, before the worst of it hits.

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    • Woo hoo! That is exactly what I was going for! We don’t really need all these barriers and falsehoods that we put up, and yet we are all afraid of what will come out if we let them down. After almost suffocating to death, Jolts had to realize that if we go too deep into the deception, we are just a bunch of hot air, empty inside.

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  2. Sierra Christensen says:

    I loved this paragraph in the prompt:

    “Out of nowhere, a thought struck Jolts. No, not out of nowhere. It was as if the thought was there inside of him all along… Jolts grabbed hold of it and looked at it. A burst of energy shot through him as he held the idea in his hands. Then it started to multiply exponentially filling him with a strange feeling of power, more so then anything else before. The power continued to swell and expand as it exceeded the limits of his mind.”

    It used great imagery and I could picture it happening! Such strong word choice!

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