Hello everyone. I’d like to introduce you to a novel I’m writing called “Your Dark My Light“. Below is sample of what I have in store for it. I hope you enjoy it.
君の闇私の光 (Your Dark My Light) © 2015
by Gerald E Nigma
Isaac woke up disoriented. He looked around and saw nothing but darkness, but even in the darkness he could see clearly. A faint smell of blood lingered in the cold damp air. It wasn’t a smell strong enough for any normal person to make out, but to him, he can almost taste it. He closes his eyes, trying to recall events before he awoke, but to no avail.
Isaac opened his eyes and struggled to stand. He used the wall behind him to keep himself from tumbling back down to the ground. The wall felt wet, slimy in a sense, but this too did not jog his memory. He couldn’t even grasp where he was, it didn’t seem familiar at all. In fact, he can’t even recall his own name.
“Why am I here? Who am I?”, Isaac asked himself, “What is this place?”
He heard no response, but how can he when there is no one else around. He started trying to walk, and though his strength hasn’t completely returned, he managed to make his way toward an opening. He suddenly, but vaguely, heard running water to the left, down the hallway.
“I better get out of here,” Isaac thought to himself, “something’s just not right about this.”
As Isaac walks toward the sound of the water, he notices his strength coming back at an exponential rate. He sees a wall obstruction in his path.
“Wasn’t I just stumbling over myself?”, he thought as he hoists himself over the wall.
He lands on both feet. No sting from the landing. He looked back at the wall and it seemed to look to be as tall as fifteen feet high.
“I can’t believe I just did that. It’s like I knew exactly what I was doing.” Isaac said in bewilderment, “What am I?”
Isaac makes his way to the water. It’s a T section. A powerful stench of waste invades his nostrils. He realizes he’s in a sewer.
“How did I get here?!”, he asks himself, trying to recall previous events. “It’s no use. I still can’t remember.”
As Isaac contemplates in the spot he stands, he suddenly hears voices farther down the tunnel to the right. He distinctly observes the conversation.
“He must be down here somewhere.” a man says.
“If he is down here, we need to find him!” another man says abruptly, “Let’s go down this way!”
Isaac ponders to himself, “Are they talking about me? In any case, I need to hide fast.”
Isaac finds a void in between the wall across from him. He quickly makes his way into that space.
“I think I heard something!”, the first man who spoke exclaimed.
“Yeah! I heard it too, let’s go!”, the second man bellowed.
As the two men raced passed him, Isaac let’s out a slight sigh of relief. He saw them with searchlights and what seems to be weapons of some sort. The lights did shine in his direction once, but they never saw anything.
“Whoever they are, I better keep my distance,” Isaac discerned, “It’s a miracle they didn’t see me! I thought for sure I’d be spotted.”
Isaac heads down the tunnel in the direction the two men came from. He comes to another T section and decides to go left. As he makes his way down the tunnel, he hears another group of men.
“I’m trapped!”, Isaac utters, “How am I going to get passed these guys?”
Right as Isaac said those words, more lights shined his way, yet the group failed to notice him.
“I know I heard someone say something down this way,” a man from the group says, “I’m almost sure of it!”
“We better check it out!”, another man exclaims.
A third man spoke, “I’ll stay right here, just in case he comes this way.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?”, the first man asks.
“Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself.”, the third man replies.
“We’re off then,” the second man says, “I trust you know what to do.”
As the two men charge in Isaac’s direction, he panics. He leaps to the opposite side on the tunnel, yet makes no noise whatsoever. Just like a feather glides down to the floor, Isaac lands on both his feet yet again. He looks back across and figures that the tunnel was about fifteen feet wide and thirty feet high. To his calculation, he skipped across to the other side with little effort. It must have been a ten foot jump. No running start. A standing jump. Impossible.
If the two men didn’t see or hear him, he was sure that the third man won’t notice him either. He makes his way slowly toward the third man. As he gets closer he starts getting a sense of danger. This man he approaches is seven feet tall, roughly 285 pounds, rock solid. He was built like a linebacker.
“If he catches me, I’m dead for sure,” Isaac thinks to himself.
Isaac moves a little more closer and finds an exit in sight beyond the man.
“I know you’re here,” the man says, “I’ve been waiting.”