Failing to retrieve my lost journal of my last fanfic I decided to begin a new fic. all together. Just remember that in the light, this following story was written with
orginal characters I had already created so if they are all out of wack please tell me to kick myself or fix them. (fix not implying to 'get their tubes tied' or anything of the like.)
Audience starts to grumble and leave
DC: Yet another audience lost... sigh Will the rest of you listen?
A sense of flickering flares of light; a sense of odd dark shadows. Screams echoed in the background. Cries of victory reached far above those screams of agonizing defeat. Sounds of war he realized. Chaos echoed through out the background. Forcing his body out of its paralysis he got up groaning slightly as he did. A slight shove forward and he was thrown into the fray. Listening, but it was as if all sound was muffled; as if he was hearing from another world all together. He picked up he weapon and swept his way through enemies that he couldn't even see. His vision was on the borderline of blind.
I must've been hit near the eye before I went down. Blinking uncontrollably trying to get his vision back he hacked through the shadows that rushed at him not being able to tell friend from foe he continued like this. It lasted him a few good minutes before his vision wavered and faded in and out of focus again. Unexpectedly something or someone collided into his chest plate hard enough to knock him down but strangely he was kept standing by the person who had collided with him. Not understanding what was happening he struggled to get back on his feet when completely out of the blue his helmet was taken roughly off of his head but before he could identify the individual doing this to him his head was turned to the side. Before he could even give a struggle something tore into his neck.
It feels as if my neck is burning! What is happening to me?! He tried to call out but his strength was draining leaving him in a rush following the flow of blood from his neck. Clawing weakly at the person tearing out his throat he abruptly felt numb and went completely still in his shuddering thrashings to get free. Drifting in and out of consciousness he only felt as if he was falling.
Suddenly a feeling of warmth flooded across his body. As the sounds of mayhem dissipated the muddled feeling of comfort washed over him. Suddenly all sound was drowned out and it was forgotten. Replacing them were his own breathy whispers. Warm arms embraced him.
I know this presence from somewhere but where? Who is she? He was thinking critically but he couldn't summon her face or name to mind. The tingle of her fingertips across his skin made him quiver in delight. Soft lips touched his and he wished that he could see. See her seemed to be the only thing he wanted. Even though all he saw was clouded by shadow all he felt was her.
I know that this is a mere dream, a mere vacant scant memory but I want it to be the here and now. I ache to belong in your arms... Her scent washed over him, lingering and mixing with his own musk. Frowning slightly he felt as if he had bathed in this sweet smell for an eternity but yet it eluded him. Her body seemed to fit perfectly with his. With her warmth breath tickling the back of his ear he pulled her near and close his unseeing eyes. Aching for the moment to last as long as it could he pressed his lips against her hair and listened to her heart beat rhythmically with his.
As quickly as the haze came it left. It left him to feel the world over after the warm cloud of dreams. As the dream induced illusion drifted in then out of sight he felt the alien feeling of a steady throbbing pain in his side and a retching burning of his aching muscles. Letting out a deep groan he arched his back and rolled onto his side. The cot he was laying on itched and the rasp of the material against his skin made him cringe. Opening his eyes slightly he readied himself for a sick turn for the worse. In quiet despair he noticed cold iron bars in straight vertical lines no less than two feet from where he was laying.
"I'm in a dungeon," he whispered to himself.