With a snap came darkness. Total, unwavering oblivion. Was
it really just a quick attack between the eyes or was it the force of a beastly
storm rampaging the countryside? In that moment, it didn't really matter which
was real and which was the illusion. It was cold, loud and nothing made very
much sense anymore. Nothing mattered in the moments that followed but finding a
way back to a lost reality.
As if the directionless void that darkness provided weren't
bad enough, there was the cold and the slow river of phlegm that seized the body
during the lack of heat. In this cold and miserable state, the dark and
dimensionless space seemed like the confines of a ship sinking to the bottom of
an ocean. The loud noises coming from outside the wall echoed within the
confused and muffled sphere of consciousness.
And then came the sense of loss. Not for oneself but for
others, but for the unseen masses that one will never know. And though one
might be spared the force of the storm, others would not be as lucky. And it was
this growing sense of guilt that began growing inside of Brick. And on top of
that guilt of being better off than others when maybe you didn't deserve to be,
was a sense of helpless self pity.
Perhaps that was G Mod's revenge. He had shattered Brick's
isolated mind and exposed it, like a nerve, to the realities he had been
avoiding. He had lost the ability to focus solely on his own mundane
preoccupations when he knew that the tide outside was moving without him. So while his body was trapped waiting for the
storm to pass, Brick's mind was scattered across the water and who knew what
would await him when he came back to his senses...
