Blindly.
He was fumbling blindly through the dark. He wanted out. He wanted to get away. He coughed loudly, pain wracking his body, and he stumbled, reaching his hands out to balance himself on a wall as he felt himself through the darkness, terrified. The pain was spreading through his body like a poison, leaving a fiery agony in it's wake, and it made him gag. It took his breath away. It made him want to lie down and cry. It made him...want to give up. He continued his feeble fumbling, breathing heavily, as his foot caught on something in the dark, and he lurched forward, landing heavily on the cold floor.
"Ngh...ga...gaaahh..." He spit gobs of blood and God now what else onto the dark floor, and he just could not breathe. He continued his raspy gasping, as he used everything he had to try to get to his feet.
He could not.
He lay there on the dusty wooden floor, gasping, spitting blood, heaving. And when the first sob came, it surprised him. He hadn't cried in a long while. Then came another, and another, until he was lying on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably; the tears coming unchecked, warm and hot and salty, and it made breathing all the more difficult.
He was going to die.
He was going to die here in the dark, bleeding and broken, and there was nothing he could do to save himself. Not anything. Not this time. No brilliant scheme, no equipment up his sleeve to use, no...there was nothing. Nothing he could do. He felt useless...helpless.
No...he repeated it in his head over and over, as if the word itself would change his fate. He shook his head, but as he tried to squeak, the only sound that escaped was a choked gurgle, as he curled up into a fetal position, arms wrapped around his stomach. A fresh series of sobs overtook him, and he closed his eyes, s the gravity of the situation slowly dawned on him.
He wasn't coming for him this time. He wouldn't come to save him now. Not after...not after what he had done. He laughed dryly, a choking, wet sound, as he pressed his forehead, coated with green hair and blood, onto the cold floor...laughing crazily now, as he braced himself.
This...was it.
10 days earlier...
