This is just a perview of the first chapter/part/thing of this story I am doing. I dont know if it will be a complete series, mini series or just a very very long oneshort (possib two shot). There is no idea for a paring yet, but if anyone has ideas, please do say and I may give it a thought, though I do already have a few ideas, more will also be welcome.
If death was like what was being experienced now then it must be as slow, numbingly painful, not as pleasant, nor peaceful, as imagined to be. However long that body had been lying in the shallows of the river, soaked in both the freezing water and its own blood, there was no way of figuring out, though if one had to presume by the way the upper half of the body was relatively dry in comparison to the lower then it would be guessed at a few hours; though knowing if it was still alive was another question completely. Short, pained, and almost not even noticeable breaths were the only indication that it was still living: no movement was being made and even if the person wished to do so there was no way they could even manage to inch a finger, let alone pull themselves out the water, as it was impossible with a the numbing ache spreading throughout their entire body. This person, as shameful and sad as it was, was probably much closer to death than living, and if not found or unattended would probably perish sooner rather than later.
(H/c) was matted with blood and what also appeared to be vomit in the ends, though it could easily be something else just as putrid and disgusting. The clothes which covered any last decency and pride this person had left in their current state where ripped, ragged, stained and had definitely seen better days. If one was to get down to the level of the persons face and look directly at them, they would see that even though both eyes where open to a certain degree, that they were not focused nor staring at anything directly. One arm was slung over a large branch, which at the time of floating down the river, either conscious or not, would have been used in the time of need to stay afloat and not drown in the freezing shallow depths and ended up on a lake bed or beach. What one could assume was longer than is now hair, was now cut rather choppily and messy from either what could have been a sacrifice in an escape of hair being pulled or just to make a change to appearance, though no would know just by looking now.
Gashes, bruises, cuts, tears, stabs and many other wounds of all sorts littered the body in fashions that seemed not to just only come from weapons of all kinds but also nature; rocks, dirt, bumps, they were too also present. Whoever this poor soul was, one would highly wish that they would pass quick just to end the suffering which they endured, though that would not be the case. Death would linger around this person for still some time, but it would never cast its black shadow upon them. It would never finally encase them in the escape which they desired. No. Fate had another idea at hand.