Prologue
Darkness surrounded him. Complete and utter darknes.
The…
He was chocking. There was no air to breath here.
…Darkness…
This place was hell, or like it. No air, no light, no feelings. But… if it was hell what was he doing here? He was alive… wasn't he? He couldn't tell. Not any more.
…Is…
Suddenly he could see something in the distance. Bright and fiery. And it was coming closer.
…Almost…
Hope. He was surprised. Hope wasn't something he'd have expected to feel in this place. In fact he wouldn't have expected to feel anything here. This place… it sucked away feeling, light.
…Complete.
He felt warm, some how that didn't surprise him. This being-being? How'd he know it was a person?- was fire. Bright and Fiery.
Take…
He began to struggle. He had to move, to get to the person. He wasn't sure why, all he knew was that he had to.
…Him…
A long, slim fingered, almost blue skinned, hand reached out in front of him. He realized that it was his own hand.
…Before…
He realized he was warm. He hadn't noticed how cold he was before, before the figure had shown up.
…It's…
The darkness was moving. Pulling him away from his beloved-beloved?-flame, his heat, his reason for being.
…To…
He struggled. He gritted his teeth. He wouldn't let it stop him. Almost there, almost…
…Late.
His blue hand touched the red hand. Just a brush of fingers but suddenly he was filled with courage and love.
NOOO!
There. I know I should do the other story but I can't do the same thing again and again and again and well, you get the idea. Anyway what do you think?