He shivers, curling up tighter in the corner of his cage. His eyes shut momentarily.
His lungs burned; he needed air. Where was the surface?
His eyes snap open. He gasps for air, wishing to forget this bitter reality.
Harsh hands grabbed him by the scruff, pulled him out of the water, and tossed him roughly on the cold, hard floor.
Another shiver and a small sneeze. His fur is still wet. Water drips constantly, pooling beneath him, mixing with a light trickle of a sticky red substance.
He was underwater again. He couldn't breathe, couldn't find the surface. He tried to grab on to something, anything, but there was nothing besides water in every direction.
He collapses entirely, exhaustion overtaking him. He doesn't try to get up again, but instead lets his eyes fall shut.
Cold, so cold. Nothing made sense. Why…Why did they hurt him? Did he do something bad? He didn't know. He couldn't remember anything from before. He only knew the nightmare, nothing more, nothing better.
"How dare they? How dare they do this to him?!" The man glares vehemently at the screen, overwhelmed by fury and hatred. He growls in frustration, an uncommon action for him, and turned to leave the room.
"I understand your rage, friend," the other person in the room states. "But you can do nothing for him."
He whirls around angrily, a fire in his eyes. "I have to do something!" His tail lashes erratically, ears pressed against his skull.
"Nothing you are able to do will aid him. You –"
"I can't sit idly by while they torture my son!" He exclaims. "I refuse to tolerate –"
"Enough!" For the first time in a while, the other raises his voice sharply. He blinks, slightly taken aback. His companion softens his expression and speaks in a calmer tone. "You know almost as well as I do that, for one thing, the S.U. is experimental and could malfunction at any given time. Also keep in mind their security and the child's mental state. Best case scenario, truthfully, is you ending up in the same situation."
The man remains quiet at the matter-of-fact explanation, close to brooding in his discontent. "I hate it when you're all right and logical," he mutters.
"One of us has to be," is the nearly-smug reply.
The statement makes him laugh, though it lacks humor. He runs a hand over his right ear. "I just…I can't stand it…seeing him treated like that… Something has to be done about this!" he finally says.
"Events have already been set into motion," is the cryptic reply.
Playlist: Hymn for the Missing - Red
I...am extremely dissatisfied with this, now that I look at it again.
Heck...gosh darn it!
Yanno what? I give up! Whatever!
Yep, another preview. More like the beginning of the prologue story, I suppose. I'm posting it now to get it up and done with.
This was done a few months ago...and I finally figured out what to do with it instead of it being totally senseless. I'm fooling around with it, but it is by no means inhibiting progress on CoIE or JaT. I'm working hard on those for you guys; BE GRATEFUL!
Anywho, I'm off.
Comments?
~Nightshade~
too lazy to put Foenix. Oh, look! I just did.
