A King of Infinite Space

A King of Infinite Space

Prologue

It was raining in Vegas.

Outside the thunder clapped and rain splattered against the tiny window. It ran in streaks down the crusted dirt and left tiny trails across the glass's surface. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the tiny cramped space where he lay. Oblivious to the torrent outside, he slept. His gray curls rested in the slowly thickening blood pool beneath his fractured scalp. His left wrist turned unnaturally inward beneath his wheezing torso. He lay in the dirt and the mud unaware of the frantic searching for him going on in the city of sin. He shivered slightly in his sleep but did not wake. Beneath his bruised lids, his eyes twitched in a dream.

Sara

Sara

Sara

Her name echoed in his head. She seemed to call out to him, but he could not answer her. His lungs moved in a steady rhythm, mimicking the driving rain.

Sara

Sara

Sara

Help me.

AN: This is my latest adventure. It was lodged in my brain and had to be released. You know how that goes. Kinda short.