Post by †Arisen† on Feb 26, 2013 19:20:28 GMT -5
Time slipped on through the night. Unmoving, unthinking, unfeeling. It ran the same course. Day in, day out. Seconds ticking into minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, months to years. The cycle dripped on. Slow. Painful.
The feeling in his veins was like time itself crawling by. Slow. Painful. Dripping. He wasn't alone in this little room and he knew it. He could feel that dark force in there with him, watching, waiting, hungry.
It wanted him. All of him. Devour him. Bite by bite, bone by bone. All of him.
And he wouldn't be able to stop it, he knew. He almost wanted it. The feeling of his bones crunching, the pain of hopelessness, helplessness. It was excruciating and exquisite. Flesh ripping, blood splattering the air, sound waves littered with cries and pleads... A chill shot up his spine and he shuddered. Wanted? No, he craved it. He was a monster after all.
The lights flicked on in the dingy little room and he felt the other presence skitter away from the women that entered. They were speaking, then to each other in hushed tones before one approached with a needle.
It was probably a good thing they had him well-restrained when the injection started, for he jerked suddenly trying to rip his arm away. Too much! Not enough!
And he was limp, sagging against the mattress dully.
When he came to, the room had gone dark again. He didn't know how long it had been this time, but it was always like this.
"Come out," he cooed to that dark force in the room, "I want to tell you about the dream I had."
--
Outside, the nurses looked little more than nervous. This man had been in here a few weeks. Usually he sat there, grinning in the dark at nothing, but this was the first time he spoke.
"They'll come for him. Soon." the doctor said softly, "Before he can remember everything. We have to keep working. There's so much we don't know about him. We can't let a Noble free so quickly.
"Keep him under surveillance. No one is allowed in or out of that room without my permission."
(/lame attempt to be active on here orz I'm going to go cry in shame at this terrible intro.)
The feeling in his veins was like time itself crawling by. Slow. Painful. Dripping. He wasn't alone in this little room and he knew it. He could feel that dark force in there with him, watching, waiting, hungry.
It wanted him. All of him. Devour him. Bite by bite, bone by bone. All of him.
And he wouldn't be able to stop it, he knew. He almost wanted it. The feeling of his bones crunching, the pain of hopelessness, helplessness. It was excruciating and exquisite. Flesh ripping, blood splattering the air, sound waves littered with cries and pleads... A chill shot up his spine and he shuddered. Wanted? No, he craved it. He was a monster after all.
The lights flicked on in the dingy little room and he felt the other presence skitter away from the women that entered. They were speaking, then to each other in hushed tones before one approached with a needle.
It was probably a good thing they had him well-restrained when the injection started, for he jerked suddenly trying to rip his arm away. Too much! Not enough!
And he was limp, sagging against the mattress dully.
When he came to, the room had gone dark again. He didn't know how long it had been this time, but it was always like this.
"Come out," he cooed to that dark force in the room, "I want to tell you about the dream I had."
--
Outside, the nurses looked little more than nervous. This man had been in here a few weeks. Usually he sat there, grinning in the dark at nothing, but this was the first time he spoke.
"They'll come for him. Soon." the doctor said softly, "Before he can remember everything. We have to keep working. There's so much we don't know about him. We can't let a Noble free so quickly.
"Keep him under surveillance. No one is allowed in or out of that room without my permission."
(/lame attempt to be active on here orz I'm going to go cry in shame at this terrible intro.)