SPACE BOUND ROCKET SHIP

ashen feet carried the serpentine man over barren land, stepping lightly over fallen trunks and smoothened rocks. ruby laced saliva dripped feebly from penciled lips, telltale sign of a recent feed vacant. he hadn't a clue why he was here. or where he was going. he glanced to his left, spectacles void of any emotion. what was he doing again? suddenly he froze. eyes prying slowly open, until they resembled decorative saucers. had that tree just.. breathed? as if slowed by father time, the man's neck and left ankle cautiously crept toward each other - meeting at the curlique hairs of his chest with only millimeters between.

no.. no it hadn't. they separated, jaeger arching his muscle toned neck with a skeptical eyebrow cock before his shoulders began to shake. laughter bubbled from his finely sculpted maw, a childish sound distorted only slightly by a maniacal acidity. how absurd, to think that a tree - a dead one at that - had breathed! but then a burning sensation scalded his spine, flaring up his back and to his temples. a deep, gutteral laughter. mocking him. his throat clasped shut, choking him on his tongue. dilated pupils shot down at the tree, who now sported a face. a face that so horrifyingly bore back at him, twisted and gnarled in anguish. he could do nothing but stare. his body would not respond. only shake violently in fear and sorrow for this poor charred soul, trapped forever in the pain of hell.