How can you tell when a day has ended or has just began, when there's no sun?
How can you count how long you've been somewhere, when there's not time?
How can you life, when you die every few minutes?
Adam couldn't tell anything, he was hungry, or wasn't he? He needed sleep, or didn't he?
He stared at the white wall in front of him, he must have been in the cell for months, maybe even years. He wasn't sure about the time that had passed, there was no clock or window to look at. But it sure had been a long time ago when he lived.
He stared at his hands, he sat curled up on his bed. He had done everything that was possible to do in the room, his room, now he was bored.
There was no sound but the sound of his breath, there was no movement but that of his chest going up and down, hardly.
He could almost not remember the taste of food, water, meat. Food never reached his cell, they seemed to have forgotten him, no water, no food, no company. The memories of an other person were vague in his mind, he even got to think that his life was all a dream. But there was only one thing keeping him up from falling down, revenge.
The Company had locked him up, knowing he would be unable to die, else they would have killed him themselves. That wasn't the way a god like him should be treated.
How can you be sure you're still alive, when everything seems like a dream?
How can you plot revenge, when you're not sure you'll ever get out?
And how can you hope you'll find a way out, when you don't even know if you're not dreaming?
Besides the fact that Adam's ability made him immortal he some times wished for some other power. One that he could hurt people with. He closed his eyes and lay his head on his pillow, this day seemed so long.