Chapter 1
Black.
So dark it was difficult to see anything, it almost seemed to be too dark to say just how dark it truly was. How that was in any way remotely possible he just didn't ave the strength to gear in logical answers at the time of his rising panic. The perpetual darkness was frightening, just where the hell could this be? The thought of death had not entered any field of vision and it wasn't about to any time soon either.
'Dark…' Small portions of words echoed from what could have been within the lifeless area of his subconscious. 'Void… Vision-' the words formed slowly and appeared to have some connection, a hidden similarity. One thought passed too quickly and he fought to keep a hold of it, to try and remember it but it slipped him unawares.
"Too… W-weak.." He breathed out words which brought a feeling of relief that had broken the darkness and its deafening, eerie silence. As if on cue what he could feel, his chest groaned and ached heavily with pained exhaustion. Upon the introduction of the uncomfortable pain, his body screamed into the realm of the absolute living and vivid reality.
Nerves flared angrily causing the force of many tiny needles, finely breeching his layers of skin as he slipped out of his morbid state. He inhaled deeply, his lungs expanding generously to a full volume with air.
A slight shifting noise felt like a slap in his ear and instinctively tried to grab his throbbing head without any success in the process. Another noise shattered right through him like a knife through softened butter. He struggled weakly as he sensed that when he made his first whisper of words, had caught someone's careful attention.
A large hand gently secured his arm and he froze up with such a lightning fast reaction speed, his heart roared into a frenzied bout of ferocious pumping. "Ahh, hush now, ist okay." Cold, clear and soothing came a male's voice which surprisingly didn't urt him, so unlike everything else. Soft prompting hushes accompanied the large hand as the male softly stroked down the smooth inside of his elbow. The touches confused nerve endings making them oblivious to the icy cold of a thin steel shaft as it slid under his skin and carefully punctured into a vein to which a liquid was ejected straight into a blood stream. The large hand gently squeezed a fabric to the point of entry and carefully withdrew the needle and another stroked his forehead. "Shhh…" the calming voice seemed to put distance between him and the realm of reality as the deafening approach of silence flooded into his head. His senses felt like they were wilting, recoiling to within fathomless depths. With his last nudge of consciousness he called out softly, "Sun, I beg… No more.."
The young man's eyes opened on a will of their own without him as he lay, very much asleep. The silence was considerably less deafening as the last time he could recall. It was softly filled with a hollow whirring, coming from a machine contained behind a wall and the ghostly whisper of fresh midnight air. Some time stood by lengthily, patiently as his body did the mathematics of a genuinely slow recovery, ticketing his unconscious state into a higher-up of gearing; he slowly came to the realisation of just how dark it was. A cold shadow flooded everything around him except where moonlight illuminated certain areas like dim, glowing streamers that caught free flying dust motes and caused the illusion of small weaving lights. The feeling of whole attention, being awake, spread quickly and in turn, offered a light, feathered feeling of relief. His limbs haven't been severed off and he was long absent from any constrictive straps or thick restraints.
He could freely move his arms around leaving the first action with great desire, a reach to the underside of his hip and scratch at his rear below his belt. With a satisfying groan of almost religious pleasure, he made his advances to sit up carefully, testing the strength in his arms hesitantly as he was all too keen to look around. After all, it was in his nature to do just that, to ignore any threats that came from his throbbing headache and begin a tedious investigation. Advancing slowly, just as his feet were ready to touch the ground and support his frame.
A chesty coo caught his thoughts straight in his tracks. A slight glance to the right identified the owner of the pitchy noise, a bundle of white fluff; was none other but a delicate dove on the stiff, rectangular pillow. He smiled inwardly and hearty nostalgia filled his body entirely. Lifting a slightly shaking finger to the dove's chest, he buried it into its downy breast plumage. The dove made no other audible noise nor did it try to avoid the friendly touching. Slowly closing its eyes, it allowed its chest to be ruffled. For a moment, the young man assumed the dove enjoyed the comfort it brought to him to touch its feathers.
The sound of more feathers riding on wind, making another noise entirely that what he guessed was the sound of another dove beating its wings for a modest landing. He was correct at identifying the sound approaching as the dove landed on his knee to which it cooed impatiently with almost some royal, demanding importance. The shakiness in his hand was subtle now as he regained a smoother mobility and gently lifted the dove in one hand and placed it onto his shoulder. The dove snuggled into his bare neck as he patted its head gently. The dove accompanied him as he slowly made contact with the tiles below and even as he slightly stumbled towards the pair of double doors as his ankles twitched in effort. He stole a quick glance through the peculiar porthole windows and continued to advance out of the room, pushing gently into the doors and moved into a dimly lit hallway.