"They said it was like a breath…the breath that went around the whole wide world. The last breath…and then no more"
He breathed in deep as if resurfacing from a long period of time underwater. Coughing and jerking as blood rushed through his body once more. He was cold, not just cold, frozen, he felt like he'd been frozen, he shivered as he tried to regain his body functions. Finally catching up with his breath he could make sense of his surroundings, everything was grey, he felt contained. He was never clostraphobic but everything felt so close. He reached his hand to get the loose hair from his eye, something made a noise as his fingers brushed past it, there was a zip, he pulled it down from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Hoping this would give him some sort of enlightenment as to where he might be. It was still dark, pitch black even, apart from a soft white light just behind his feet. Panicking at the lack of movement, he tried to retrace his steps, hoping it would give him an answer. He'd been in his house, he hadn't been well he knew that, had he died? Was this what was waiting for him now that he'd passed on? He tried not to jump to conclusions. He'd been in bed, his grand daughter had been looking after him, she'd been brilliant since the passing of his wife, he didn't like to admit his age even the simplest task felt like a marathon these days. He'd been reluctant to let his grandaugher help him with everything, ashamed even. She'd told him that she'd made contact with the person he was looking for, the one he had waited a life time for. Just then his trail of thought was interupted by voices, sounds of metal and hospital wheels being pushed across a clean floor. The noises startled him and his body spasmed colliding his arm with the cool metal that lay around him. The voices from outside came closer, they sounded alarmed, scared even. He heard clinking of keys as they opened the hatch at the end of his feet. Light shone through the small container, hitting him directly in the eyes, he blinked trying to clear his vision. A man and a woman looking on at him in disbelief, shaking and screaming, they ran through what he could tell were double doors, leaving him completely alone again. He crawled towards the light, sliding himself out of the container and into the open. stumbling as his feet came in contact with the cold floor, his sense of balance had definitely been out of practise, his legs gave way beneath him and he fell to the floor. He sat there for a moment, confused. He put his hand through his hair, feeling the slight frost gathering on the tips . He pulled it down to look at it, it felt softer than usual, and his original brown colour had returned, he gasped, his eyes grew wide, and he started to tremble. It wasn't just his hair, his arms were muscled, his legs were strong again, dark hairs were pertruding from them, he felt his chest, the same there. He didn't usually look at his appearance he was to afraid to see what he looked like, knowing his love wouldn't of aged a day. Looking around him, he looked for something to grab to help him back to his feet, he grabbed the metal trolley that he had heard moments ago. He pulled himself up, regaining his composure he looked down, on the metal trolley support was a man, clearly deceased, his eyes closed, his skin was a pale white, and his lips had the bluest tint to them. he panicked and screamed and ran, he didn't know where he was running he just knew that he just needed to run. That's what Jack had told him, that was one of things he'd said "The doctor" had told him to do, Run. So Angelo Colasanto always did as he was told, he ran for his life.
I can't tell you how much i love angelo's character, so brilliant, just a shame he was only in the one episode! Would love some reviews on this guys :D
