He nodded again, wondering how the voice could tell in such dark.
"You have no family." The voice said, as if were a plain fact.
"What... what do you mean?" Jack choked on his voice, "What happened to them?"
"Nothing has happened. They never were. They were created by your mind." The voice stated. Again, as if it meant nothing.
"This makes no sense..." Jack attempted.
"You will listen." The voice stated; Jack stopped as the grip once again tightened itself around him. It then let go, and he sat quietly.
"It is you who make no sense." The voice continued, "You see, all your years, before this of course, you have lived in a fantasy world. A world that you, yourself alone, created in your mind. It was an imaginary atmosphere. It would never do for life."
"What?" Jack was still shaking.
"Every one of us, upon hatching, are placed in a different fantasy land. Yours was Earth." The voice explained, "We are allowed to live in this fantasy world and build upon it with our minds until we reach a given age. At that time, you face what is reality and are taken from everything you created in your past world. You face reality now."
"I- I don't have to listen to you." Jack's voice shook.
"No, you don't but I would. Or you will have, if it is possible, an even emptier existance forever."
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop acting as though this doesn't scare you.You're foolish, I can read your thoughts. Unless you want me to dig into them, I would listen." The voice threatened.
"This is your home. No one can see you. You can see no one." The voice said. Jack tried to look around. No sky, no ground, he seemed to be sitting in air. There was nothing.
"There is nothing comparitive to sight here. No such thing as sound, or taste. None of that."
"How do I hear you?" He asked sarcastically, hoping to prove the voice wrong.
"You are still transforming. You still have some of Earth left in you."
"Oh," Jack fished for questions to ask, "Why should I believe you?"
The voice did not hesitate. "You are Jack. In your Earth world you had 3 brothers and a sister. Your parents were divorced when you were 14 and you've resented your father ever since. He's tried numerous times to recconect with you, but for some reason you've decided to ignore him entirely. You are very popular in what you call a school. You have one very close friend. You used to have two, but about a year ago, he ran away from his family and never came back. He was presumed dead. You two had been fighting, and you had done some hurtful things to him as he had done to you. You stopped speaking with him. You won't admit it, but you feel as though it was your fault. And you think, that if you hadn't treated him so badly, he may still be alive."
"How- how do you know that?" Jack began to feel tears behind his eyes.
"Do you believe me now?" The voice said quietly.
"What gives you the right to say things like that?" He cried.
"Do you believe me now?" The voice said a little louder.
"I- I don't know..." Jack let his head fall to his chest.
"I won't do that again, if you just listen, and believe."
"Why do you put us in these worlds... if you just... take us out?" Jack finally asked, after a long silence.
"Well, we are looking to have to perfect world. A utopia. So, we hatch each of our young into a blank world, which they fill up with their own ideas. Then, we examine the complete world when the young are taken out of it. We extract certain qualities and characteristics to add to our perfect home. And someday, it will be complete and we will no longer need to live in darkness."
Justin didn't know what to say, he was getting even more dizzy and the pain he was feeling intensified. The scene before his eyes turned immediately from a dark black to a pure bright white.
"Ugh, what the hell. What is going on?!" Jack yelled, groaning. He clamped his eyes shut to block out the light, but it seemed as though the light penetrated his eyelids. Either that, or they weren't there at all.
"You are transforming... in to one of us."
"Can't you stop it?" He groaned miserably, wishing his head would just explode. "You're killing me, stop it." He groaned, as it became almost unbearable.
"I am not trying to kill you." The voice said calmly, "You are, rather, being born again."
Nothing... continued...