'See With Your Ears'

The stone walls… the floor… the hallway of authority. Welcome to the prison.

‘I don’t have much time’: the only thought that’s repeating through his head, nerves all tensioned from the situation at hand. He’s just violated one of the biggest rules anyone could ever break. If he doesn’t get out of here soon, he’ll be killed on sight. Eyes twitching left and right, heart pounding, breaths quickened.

Moving along, within the blanket of night, he sneaks behind the shadows of a crate (cracks within the decaying wood), created by the torches up in the handles on the wall. He leans on the floor, the cold-biting sensation burrowing in within his right leg. He looks around the corner of the box, just to have that clear eye of vision on the passing guard, who’s walking down the hallway on his usual routine.

Looking down at the knife in his hand (the one he stole from the sleeping guard’s table (next to his cell)), he knew what had to be done. Taking a look back the way he came… he saw no one. He crouch-runs as quietly as he could towards the unfortunate loner.

The guard, who walked on, suddenly hesitated in his walk, stopped, and turned around, only to see the blurs of an animal’s shadow right in front of him, running towards him. Before he could react, all the senses of the situation were knocked aside; in placement were the howls within his mind, blinding his eyes with yells and screams… biting within his stomach, and slowly he dropped down to the ground, unable to move.

Standing up, looking down at the ‘one of many’ that ruled this place, he knew he was okay… for the time being -

“THERE HE IS!!”
A yell that broke the silence of fire.

Turning around, all his eyes could focus on was the oncoming of blurred shapes, armored heads, and blades, all within the blunders of the faraway shadows that cloaked their presence, but only to a degree.

Fear shooting instantly through his veins, he turns the other way, and runs down the hallway, making his escape, feet clapping, yells going on, his hopes to winning the fate in hand, and escape.

… Seconds, minutes, hours later… it’s all over. The rain’s pouring, and most of the guards now decided to head on back inside to be sheltered from the rain. All you see now, within the courtyard, is a motionless body, cuts everywhere on his ragged clothes, his head nodded downward, the warmth slipping through his lips.

He did not succeed.

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Sorry if I went a little ‘too far’ with what I thought up with lol. I tried to limit how much violence I wrote on this one, so that way… nothing ‘bad’ would happen from the school because of it xD

Anywho, how I lead to this idea… I have no idea really. When I heard the first part of that song, all I thought was something of an isolated situation, a ‘prison escape’ movie-like mood, sneaky, stealthy, someone alertive… so that’s where the idea started up from.

The climax of the piece was when the guy knew he was in danger of the others being alerted to his presence.

The ending of the song settled with the aftermath of the situation.


… So for me, I don’t think the ENTIRE song got me inspired on the idea. To me, I only took like bits and parts that sparked my imagination from the song to generate a start for the idea, and then it all goes down to me about what I wanted to write about for the rest of it.

If I wanted to, I could’ve done more and more with it, but I figure you didn’t want to read a LOT, so… I kinda settled with a short version of it : )

… Oh, and I wanted to ask, what song was that, and where was it from? I quite liked it!! :D

- Joe