Out of Darkness - Chapter 1
by DethKlaire
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Brendon Small is a god. 'Nuff said.
Gratitude: Huge thanks to my excellent Beta Reader, and partner in crime, the lovely YvetteD!
Notes: My first story. Not yet complete, but I consider these first 6 sections to be "Part 1"
I am not a doctor or a scientist, so sorry if some of the medical / technical stuff is off…
I love Charles. Therefore I challenge him.
Warnings: Some strong language… but seriously, it's Metalocalypse, what did you expect? ;)
Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Out of Darkness
A Voice. He could hear a voice talking above him, becoming louder, clearer, and yet he couldn't make out what it said. He realized that he was lying
down. A dull pain extended from his throbbing temples across the font of his face. He listened for the voice again and this time he could understand the
words of a woman.
"Lord Ofdensen. Can you hear me? You're safe. You're at Mordhaus. You're safe."
Safe? Why was he lying here? Had he been unconscious? He reached up to rub his eyes and winced at the bruised feeling it caused.
"Easy," the voice said, as he felt hands taking his and placing them back by his sides. He didn't resist. The voice repeated, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes", Charles replied weakly, tightly closing his eyes and trying not to focus on the throbbing. "What… Where am…?"
"Shhh. I'm going to give you something for the pain." He hadn't even realized he had an I.V. in one arm. She injected something into it and he felt a
wave of relief slowly wash over him.
He reached up again, ignoring her protest, and cupped his hands over his eyes, to protect himself from being overwhelmed by the light after having
been asleep for so long. Carefully he opened his eyes and peered through the cracks that his fingers made. The room was dark. Where was he?
He removed his hands from his face and stiffly pushed himself up to a sitting position. He widened his eyes, straining to catch a glimpse of light from
somewhere in the room.
"Why are we in the dark? What is going on here?" he demanded. This was ridiculous. It had better not be some prank the boys were pulling on him.
That wouldn't explain the pain though…
He heard another person approach, and felt a hand gently clasp his shoulder. He shook it off. This had gone too far.
"If we really are in Mordhaus than you work for me, and I am ordering you to tell me what the hell is going on. And turn on some lights!"
"Sire," came a male voice. "You're in the hospital wing. You had been taken by a group of Revengencers."
"What? What happened, and why are you working in the dark?" Nothing seemed to make sense.
"I will tell you everything we know. But, Charles," the man started, and Charles felt his heart drop. None of the Mordhaus staff called him by his first
name.
He continued "You suffered severe damage to both optic nerves. In fact, it threatened your life, but we managed to stabilize you. However, I regret
very much to tell you, it's not dark in here, Sire. The damage has left you blind."
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