Night and Forgotten

Old short story. I had to dig for all of these.

 /Night and Forgotten/

Was this hall longer than before? Definitely longer than the last one... I think. Was there a last one? It was moving... or was it? It looked like it was twisting, swirling together in patterns of pretty blues and ugly greens. The ceiling... or was that the floor? flowed together, moving like magma beneath the earth, only it didn't burn... but it radiated heat... right? The walls to the side were cold, colder than ice... slushies? and they numbed his hands when he touched them. He had to touch them though, or else he would fall over and that hurt... right? He couldn't remember, like he was having trouble remembering his name and where he was... even what he was.
He passed a door, it was locked and made out of tongues... or were those eyes? He tried to poke the fleshy things and in response, pink tissue suddenly shot out to engulf his arm. He screamed and fought it, punching it, then the odd door. He kicked and howled as it slithered and groped its way up his arm and to his head, down around his torso and waist. He gave one last weak gurgle before he was totally encased in it.
He was suddenly spit out in a room... It was dark and there was a constant dripping sound coming from somewhere. If only he had a match... it was a match that made fire right? Like a dragon? but why am I thinking of dragons? He began a slow trek towards the dripping, some water would be good for his sore throat, sore from... screaming?
As he was moving, he heard a growl, then a clawed hand come out of the inky shadows to grab his shoulder. He twisted out of its painful grasp and stared at it, too terrified to know what to do. It was scaly and a mottled green and brown color. The claws that tipped it were red. It was like... the branch of a Christmas tree, he decided and then he started cackling at the foolishness of his realization. 
He stopped and changed it to a terrified yell as the owner of the hand-thing seemed to magically materialize out of the same shadow as its limb. It was hideous, all googley eyes and a fang-filled maw. It was mostly red with hints of green and brown with what seemed to be an extra arm coming from its neck and a leg from the knee of its right one. Its scales were armor like and scarred.
He turned quickly as the creature, the demon without a name, loosed a horrific squall, more like the raucous cry of a bird of prey, but its mouth looked like a dogs muzzle.... not a beak... or did it? He ran for the door and it was no longer there, just an empty space of wall and more shadows. They were moving now, the shadows. Twisting around him, swallowing him whole. They invaded his body through his nose and mouth. He cried out in fear and agony as he hit the invisible ground and suddenly, it all just stopped.
He was in a white room, a really big white room. It would have been, should have been, comforting after the last shadow-filled hole, but it was so empty that he could hardly breath. The sterile air hurt his longs, seared his tired throat. He was suddenly overcome with a sense of loneliness, like a crushing weight applied to his chest. He forgot how to breath and he could no longer see. The white was black and sound was coming from everywhere.
He screamed, but no sound came out. He tried to move, but his body refused to work and obey his commands. Where were all the people... or was that even what they are, what he was looking for? He could not remember, his memories were fuzzy and unstable, slipping through his fingers like water. His sight turned red and the sound was deafening, pulsing in his head now, threatening to blow his skull apart while his insides were ready to implode.
The red receded and the sound came to an abrupt end. The white was interrupted by the form of a woman... that is what they are called... right? Her hair was long and the same chestnut brown as his, her eyes the same chocolate color. Her skin was paler and seemed drawn tight over her skin... his skin... he could no longer differentiate. She reached out and touched his cheek and with that bit of contact, one memory seemed to be thrown to the forefront of his mind and a voice he did not recognize screamed it. 

'Mom... mom... MOM!!' 

As happiness flooded his body at finally remembering something, someone, a sense of dread accompanied it. There was another memory, an equally important one that went with this one. One that explained the paleness of her skin and the taught, dry look of her face. 
Her other hand had yet to come from behind her back as she kneeled before him and enveloped him in a hug. Her touch was stiff and she was cold, almost as cold as the walls of the hall. He hardly had time to register this though as a sharp pain stabbed through his gut... and twisted, twisted. He looked into her eyes, but they were no longer there, just two empty holes with a snake slithering around in her head, hissing at him, and a lot of worms instead of a tongue.
That missing memory came back to him as the knife was wrenched from his abdomen... His mother was dead. His head hit the concrete as the rain poured from nowhere and his blood soaked into the grass that seemed to laugh at him. Oh....

"What the hell happened?"

The EMT looked up at the cop who had asked the question as though he had all the answers.

"Don't know. The guy went crazy, screaming and all, before he collapsed in the main room of the club. He seems to be in a coma... but I ain't sure..."

The cop looked around.

"Oh, drugs?"

The EMT shrugged his shoulders.

"No clue..."

Somewhere in the crowd, a handsome man allowed a sick, twisted smile of satisfaction to pass over his lips as the shadows that seemed to frame him looked to shiver in anticipation. His solid black eyes glittered before he turned away and sauntered off into the darkness, his good deed done for the night.

 

Author's Note

Don't worry, it is supposed to be all... chaotic and jumbled. Yep, insanity at its best!