AUTHOR'S NOTE: I usually do my best to avoid taking reviewer requests. Not that I have anything against them, but I've just always upheld (to myself) to write what I want to write and no one else. To make my own decisions in a story based on a personal level I won't even begin to explain. But since people kept asking, begging, bribing, sending random notes and suggestions...I decided, hey, I liked Shattered. It was different. Sick? Yes.
This story, for some odd reason cropped up in a dream and has not gone since. In my mind it's already began to form and take shape. While I shouldn't be taking on another project with three other stories I'm working on, I decided I might as well go for it. Review if the story is worth pursuing and your thoughts and what you think the heck is going on.
Chapter 1
Darkness.
Black.
Cold.
A sharp snap of a cape sent him crawling across the floor. Clawing at the ground as he tried to escape. His face streaked with a wetness he only realized with a shock were his own tears. He sobbed as he crawled the pain continuing to pound in his head. It felt as if a hot poker had been shoved beneath his eyelids as he moved his arms and legs searching for some sort of hiding place. Searching for the light he knew was there as he continued to drown in this darkness.
His head bumped painfully into something. A yelp escaped him without meaning too from the shock of pain. When he heard the footsteps approach him, insistently loud in the empty room, he knew who it was.
He cowered against the ground waiting for the blow to fall. Clinging to the floor as if it would save his life. Trying to sink into it. To become it. He had always thought he wished to be the darkness, but never like this.
The footsteps stopped right by his head. His entire body began to tremble as he lay there waiting for more pain. He could not win at this point. Again, he heard the rustle of a cloth as the figure kneeled down beside him. A hand reached down and fisted in his hair.
He cried out as his head was yanked back. The roots of his hair straining along his scalp as his hands reached up to try and free them, but to no avail. He had fought back for his freedom, but at what cost?
"Do you understand, now?" His punisher asked him. Just as quickly he was released from the painful hold to cower on the floor. A soft whimper escaped him as he lay there sobbing quietly. Trying to be so small. Insignificant in the presence of this stronger, greater being.
"I know it must hurt you. The pain will pass, and you will heal. But do you understand why I did it? I need you here. Want you here. Just, something about you makes me…I don't know." Again, silence from his punisher. He heard a deep sigh as his punisher stood up. Felt the cool touch of the cape as it brushed his head as his punisher stepped over him.
"I think I understand now why they went insane."