He was floating… floating… There was nothing, but there was everything… He was sailing through infinite nothingness, he felt like he was floating in space; no light, no darkness, no sound, no silence, no feeling… There was just nothing… and everything. He knew he existed; his brain was whirring like a busy, overworked machine, but he couldn't feel himself. It was like he was there…and not there… at the same time. He didn't understand. What in the hell had happened to him? Where was he?
He searched his brain in bewilderment; he felt some comfort in knowing that his mind was there… that some part of him was there… and he could sense it. But he didn't know where his body was; and he felt drowsy… like he was trapped in slow motion underwater somewhere. How did he get like this? He must know… he had to…
Then something clicked in his brain. He remembered something; bright white light, unbearable pain and agony; feeling like he was being ripped in two like a piece of junk mail. Something swelled in his mind, filling it up like lemonade into an empty glass; hatred. Loathing blossomed in his brain, obscuring everything else… He would get the ones who did this to him, who chucked him into this strange, almost dreamlike state. They had stripped him from his body, took away the most important thing of his. He was nothing thanks to them… nothing… But… maybe not. Something popped into his brain; he was not nothing. He still had his mind; and his very essence still clung to him like a shadow. He could still get them… ruin them much worse than they had ruined him. He just needed something to carry him… something to contain him… a body…