My Benefactor

My Benefactor - Chapter Thirty Seven

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My Benefactor

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Chapter Thirty Seven

Bryson' Point of View

It was silent.

         Just eerie, dead silence, and it was unnerving.

      My eyes were closed, trying to use all my senses to tell what, or where I was now. All I could remember was that my head was splitting into two from that excruciating pain; flashes of images that emerged and faded like the speed of light. I couldn't understand what those images meant. I knew that those were important, but for the life of me, I couldn't place them.

         Before you know it, I was out like a light.

         Now here I was in this desolation, trying to find out why I ended up in this state.

         Then again, the silence was still getting into me. 

      "Bryson," A deep and husky male voice called out to me. I swore that voice had that slight familiarity, but I couldn't seem to point out the specifics.

          "Bryson," the familiar voice called out once again. "Arise, my friend."

          I tried, believe me, I tried my hardest to peel my eyes open, but my efforts were damn fruitless. It was like someone put glue to my eyelids! 

          The voice sighed. "Why must I do all the work around here..." 

          Gee, not only the voice was familiar, but a jerk that complains too.

          A warm, tingling feeling encompassed my whole being. It started from my toes, to my legs, to my waist, and up to my head. It was a strange feeling, but it felt familiar, that sort of kinship that only my kind could conjure.

          "There..." the voice murmured. "Now, open your eyes."

          Slowly, and surely, I peeled my eyes open, and I was greeted to nothing. Everything was just plain black, no color, no objects in the surroundings. 

             Just... nothing. Like in a middle of nowhere.

          "What the..." I murmured, completely baffled at this moment. I worked on moving my arms and legs, testing it out for injuries and such. With the knowledge that it was okay to move, I stood up straight and immediately looked for that voice. I had to say, it was getting a bit creepy.

            As if reading my mind, the voice said, "I'm right behind you and I'm not creepy."

            Shocked, I whirled around and was greeted with another me...? 

            It was hard to believe in my own eyes. He had my brown, spiky yet disheveled hair. That blue piercing eyes and that chiseled features. The body structure was astonishing beyond belief. I had to second guess that if that was what I was really seeing. 

           Again, as if sensing my train of thought, my other me rolled his eyes and said, "You don't have to be so shocked, Bryson. After all, I am you, and you are me, though I am your spiritual counterpart."