I just fixed some typos
,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,
It hurt. He couldn't have told anyone much more about it, other than that it really, really hurt. Everything was an overwhelming tumble of pain, and blood, and betrayal, and all the hope he'd been holding on to so tightly was ripped from his broken fists before he could blink.
Then it hurt even more in a burst of light and heat that lasted less than a second but felt like an hour. The worst part, he decided, as he gave in to the inevitability of it all, was that he could hear the roaring of an engine that, a few minutes ago would have been his salvation. He took a fraction of a breath in the time he had left and decided that it didn't matter. The moment he accepted his fate it was over.
,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,'
Swirly.
He blinked.
Green.
Another blink.
Swirly green clouds.
Really...
He wasn't impressed, he remembered little besides the pain, but for some reason he held onto a strange sense of belief that something else was supposed to be here.
He waited.
He blinked again, and again and a few more times, every time expecting his eyes to feed him new information when they opened.
He waited some more. He lifted a gloved hand to scratch his head. Something stopped him, a cloth barrier, bells.
Oh well.
Wait bells!
He pulled the offending thing off.
It was black, white and tipped with bells on all four points. A jesters hat. Jesters, fools. Thinking hurt. It seemed significant but he wasn't sure why.
He pictured what his fragmented mind had stored of a jester. The colourful image didn't fit with the black and white he found himself wearing. The picture distorted into that of a clown. Laughter filled his ears. Dark, evil.
He threw the hat away from him, watching it tumble across the small floating island he sat on. It tipped over the edge and fell until he couldn't hear the bells anymore.
He gazed at the swirly greeniness of the cloud for a measure of time he didn't count.
There was someone, somewhere, he was certain would scold him if he didn't pay attention. He didn't care. He lay down arms crossed behind his head. He frowned.
The hat was back.
He laughed.
But he still wasn't impressed.