Silence, something Barney had grown use to being lost in a cold dark hole of nothing. But this silence was different. Being dead you only had one kind of silence..the harshest most demented silence the deepest pits of hell could throw at you. This silence seemed lighter, more peaceful then the dark heavy silence that captivated him in his death. He felt as if he could just will himself to wake up. That is crazy. He is dead isn't he? It couldn't hurt to try. Barney tried without any prevail to move his body. Now he felt as if he was being toyed with. Made to think he was no longer dead.
Just at that moment Barney got a sudden feeling in his neck. A sharp pain like a needle being pushed into his windpipe. That's when the voices started. Voices? he was really hearing voices. Maybe he wasn't really dead just in a coma. No. He knew he was dead he had seen hell and all its demons. But why could he all of a sudden think, feel, or hear.
The voices grew louder. Then he heard his name used more then once in a sentence. The words became more and more clear.
"When will he wake? i have no time to waste"
"He will come around soon, Have some faith. He has been dead for years"
"You said he'd b-" The last of the words where cut short as Beeps filled the room. Barney guessed that was his heart rate. "Finally!" They voice shouted loudly.
Soon Barney got complete feeling back in his body. He felt stiff but was glad to be able to move at least his fingers.
As his eyes flickered open light blinded him. Blinking several times before sitting up. Glancing around things stuck out like the needle siting on a table next to him or the different sized knifes laying next to it.
"Welcome back, Barney Barton" Glancing up he caught a glance of what looked like a doctor and another man standing at the foot of the table he was laying on.
"Who are you? How do you know my name? Why aren't i dead?" Barney questioned clearly not expecting an answer he pressed on with more questions till finally one of them spoke up.
"We are here to talk to you about a job.."
"What makes you Think-"
"It involves someone you'd want to see"
Barney raises an eyebrow as he was handed a file. Running his fingers over it he opened the tan file. A huge grin appeared on his face when he read the targets name...