A/N: This has been floating in my head for a while so... GO!

Prologue

The lights went out. He was trapped with only two other people, a clear headed perfectionist and one who would panic. Murmurs, that was all, just murmurs of worry and confused contemplation. It was going to be okay. It was going to be okay. The voices were rising to normal volume now; he was okay with that, it wasn't ideal but he was okay. He was fine. Someone touched him and he whimpered - he didn't need to be touched right now. The hand flinched away and he heard a loud, all too familiar crack. Then a squeal that was unlike that which he knew of young, but it still scared him far too much.

The lights came back on. He was fine. This time, it was true, he really was fine.

That was short. Give me time, it's a prologue, it's meant to be short... that was n00bish.