When Cain settled down to sleep for the first time in more years than he cared to remember it did not come easily. He shifted, turning over and over and trying to find a comfortable position on the hard ground (it was soft compared to the suit, really).
He considered giving up, sitting up, moving to the fire and staying awake for the rest of the night. But his body was tired, even if his mind would not stop working. One would think that after so long spent conscious his mind would be ready for a break, and yet it could not stop racing. There was so much to think about, so many things he had never considered simply because he had known he would never leave that suit alive.
But thanks to DG he had, and that meant he had to learn to live again. For now all he wanted was revenge, but if he did not die in the process of attaining it and somehow managed to succeed then he would have a future, one he had to know what to do with.
All the possibilities raced through his head, along with all the things he could never have again. He would never be a Tin Man, and that was what his life had once revolved around. He knew he would never build himself a new family, the pain would be far too much and the risk of losing them again was too high in the O.Z., especially since he would most likely be wanted if anyone found out that he was out of his cage.
Listening to the snoring of his three companions, who he was growing to feel for against his will, he finally calmed his mind enough to sleep. But even his dreams were restless and unsettling, one of them landing him back inside the suit that he had only just escaped. He should have never had to watch that scene again, but his mind was determined to continue his torture.
When he awoke, shivering and sweating with an insane glint in his eye, he forgot entirely about the life he might have a chance at. All Wyatt Cain wanted at that moment was revenge, and if he failed to attain that, then death. Because he knew, until the day Zero suffered for what he had done Cain would never sleep undisturbed, his torture would never end, it would simply ease a little.
Because I am so damn cruel to poor Cain. It's only been just over twelve hours since I wrote my last Cain fic! Obviously, I have a new addiction! This is pretty much the same theme as the last I guess, very similar in my opinion. Review and tell me what you think, and if you think it's too similar.