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The Mark of Death- Pt1 The best day of Jason’s life become the worst pretty quickly.
It was a Sunday. That in itself wasn’t important, but the fact that it was also New Year’s Eve struck Jason as especially metaphoric. The end of a week, a month, and a year. And also the end of a life.
Jason woke up early that morning, blinking awake to the blaze of electric lights. He checked the alarm clock, the only ornament to grace his austere bedside table other than a thin wallet and glasses. “Connor, why are you awake at four forty-five in the morning?”
His roommate and best friend held a plate up over Jason’s head. “Happy New Year’s to you, too.”
“Screw you. I was asleep.” He grabbed the plate, sitting up in the bed and wiping the dregs of sleep from his eyes. “Pancakes?”
Lexicon Pt. 1All of a sudden, I was alone.
Weren't there people here a second ago? I thought to myself. Actually, where was I? Where am I?
I was in the middle of a clearing in a forest. It felt off for a second, then I realized that it was totally silent. No birds, no rustling branches, no life of any kind. Odd how I could know there should be noise, but not who I was.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing an odd outfit; a long, white robe-like garment fastened by a belt with various loops and pockets, like a utility belt. Why do I know what a utility belt is? The pockets and loops were all empty, except for a single, tapering piece of wood stuck into the front right loop.
I pulled the stick free. Almost as soon as I did I could tell it was important. It felt warm, as if I had been holding it for a long time. It also made me feel like, for just a second, I could remember. But then that feeling faded away, replaced with a feeling that I was being watched.
I turned around