I do not own Bionicle or any other merchandise belonging to Lego. I only own my O.C. that appears in this story and the idea behind it. This story is also not beta-ed so please be kind if you wish to flame.
Breathing
Hard
Fast
Labored
Explosions
Bright
Intense
Yet somehow muted.
I barely see the bodies running around and near me.
I think they are yelling; at me or each other I don't know.
My body feels heavy, I can't even get up to run.
I should feel scared.
I should feel pain.
I should feel something, anything.
I should be dead.
But I'm not.
I finally feel something. Someone touching me, lifting me up, and taking me somewhere.
WHY don't I feel scared.
This person could be taking me somewhere to rape me for all I know, that's what people do to girls like me.
My hearing's clearing up; I hear what the people around me are saying.
"Why did you let that happen?" A female voice demanded, it was strangely familiar.
"I didn't let it happen." A strong, monotone voice answered back. This one too sounded familiar, but I can't place it. It's so hard to think.
"You were supposed to be watching his back! He could have been killed!"
"It was not my fault he did what he did. You can't tell him not to do anything and expect him to listen." Who are they talking about? Did someone else get hurt as well? Did they get hurt because of me? Oh my head hurts, feel like someone did a river dance on my skull. I feel more than hear the moan that slips from my lips.
"Shush, I think he's coming around." A deep, deep voice speaks above my head. Does nothing to help my pain.
"Tahu? Tahu are you ok?" The girl asks.
Tahu? Are they talking to a guy using the Bionicle toy character's name? Must be a nickname. And people say that I'm obsessed. My vision is starting to clear up, but slowly. I let another moan out and this time I hear it. I sound like I've been gargling gravel.
A blue figure is in front of me and puts its hand on my head. My vision swims back to normal finally. I see the blue figure in front of me and my eyes nearly bug out of my head. I recognize who this is. I've seen this person in a movie, read comics about them, I've even seen them as a toy. But that's exactly what they were!
Toa Gali Nuva was looking at me in concern. I blink a couple of times, not computing what I was seeing. I have to be dead, I can't be seeing a story character in front of me. But I thought you were supposed to see pearly gates and family. Or I could be in the bad place and they're taunting me. A wave of pain and nausea disproves the death theory and any dream theories.
"Tahu?" Gali asks.
Before I can register anything else, another wave of pain and nausea force me to jerk out of whoever's arms I'm in and I land on my hands and knees, heaving up whatever is in my stomach. Oh, that can't be good for my already abused throat. Oh god, if I wasn't dead before, please let me die right now. I feel somebody rubbing my back. For however long, I hurl up what felt like an entire thanksgiving spread. I don't remember eating celery. A few more dry heaves and my stomach stills. I sit back on my legs, unsure of how long my arms could have held me for. I don't even want to attempt to get up.
My mind just completely shuts down, not even registering the movement of bodies behind me, just staring at the dirt in front of me. I finally return from Neverland when someone picks me up again. I can't take it anymore and I start to black out. The last thing I register is Gali saying to me,
"It's alright Tahu."
Why is she…calling me…Tahu?
My….name…..is….
I hope you liked this prologue. I am still working on the rest of the story, and I can't promise regular updates, but I won't abandon it. Just please be patient with me. Love to all who reveiw, even the flamers. (Remember, their input is important too)