A New Hope
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...
The incessant pitter-patter of the softly falling raindrops on his bedroom window caused the young man to look up from his desk and stare outside.
Nothing but stormy grey skies and drizzles of rain as sheet after sheet of water fell from the sky existed in the outside world as far as the eye could see. The storm couldn't seem to make up its mind as it went from soft showers to a hard downpour, to moderate showers, then back to light sprinkles, and went through abrupt, random changes in intensity from time to time.
Tiny rivulets and streams snaked down the glass in hesitant, then confident, fluid motions. The slight overhang above his window lessened the onslaught of water to the glass pane, but did not lessen the fascination of the youth with the water.
I wish...
He stared at the window from his seat at the cherry-wood desk for several minutes, before he forced his attention back to the work at hand. It was another packet of strange formulas and complicated problems, designed to test his knowledge and see what the results of the new drugs were.
I wish I could...
He sighed and picked up his black ballpoint pen and began scribbling down in aqueous, flowing script answers that sprang unbidden to his almost somnolent and definitely narcotized mind. The new chemicals were influencing his mind to calculate extremely difficult problems with ease, almost like a human calculator, and he was their guinea pig. But even though he forced himself to focus on the problems, he couldn't help but glance again outside the bulletproof window. The soft rushing of the rain reached his sensitive ears as the torrents of rain shallowed and became a light sprinkle once again.
I wish I could be... free...
Cloudy skies began clearing up, and the caged young man could see a small patch of bright blue.
"The gate to Heaven..." he murmured out loud, forgetting for the moment the small microphone clipped onto his loose green shirt.
Just like the rain...
He returned to the papers, promising himself the privilege of watching the mysterious outer world once he was done.
The sound of the rain continued to keep him company in the large, empty, white room. It was so soothing, so gentle... it was almost like having a friend.
"Demyx?" A scratchy voice, neither male nor female, called out over the loudspeaker after an hour had passed: the young man had abandoned his papers and was staring out of the window with the awe of a child seeing snow for the first time. His green eyes flickered towards the grey speaker box.
"Are you done?" The rain seemed to quiet down for a moment, as if listening in. The young man nodded his gaunt face at the intrusive voice.
"Yes. I'm done." The guinea pig answered in a monotone voice, and pushed the packet and pen towards the large door, not even bothering to attempt to try and escape from the prison. The almost silent voice of his former self, frozen at age nine, whimpered in his mind and begged him to try just once more, because maybe, just maybe, it would be safe to touch this time.
"No..." He murmured his refusal impassively, determinedly choking away the anger and resentment bottled up in his mind. He turned back to the window and stared outside once more.
Though it was still raining, a slight rainbow appeared in the small patch of blue sky.
A sign of hope.
A sign of a promise.
Maybe one day...
We'll finally be free...
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. The plot for this story, though, is mine! :)
TBC...
