Hey, I know it took me long to update this story and I am working on it.
I just wanted to tell you guys that my english might be ... well ... kind of strange sometimes. I am german and I really never wrote an english fanfiction before.
This story is a translation of my german story "Ein anderes Universum" and I really try to get everything covered up.
Well, I just hope you all can understand what the story is about.
Thank's for reading! :)
A dull pain stretched through his body. It started as a light prickle in the fingertips and he could hear his blood rushing in his veins.
Instinctively he tried to lift an arm, testing is mobility and that functioned surprisingly well.
God, he had an headache.
A hell of a headache, possibly the worst hangover of his life.
I must stop drinking …
He didn't dare to open his eyes because he feared that the blinding light of his table-lamp could still be burning.
He knew such situations well and it was definitely not his first hangover night.
Just avoid any light …
With one hand he searched for the cover to pull it over himself to protect him but found nothing. Only cold, hard ground and …
Wait … cold … hard?
His eyes flew open, a painful groan pushed its way over his lips but there was no hurting light.
No, it was pitch-black.
A dangerous darkness he welcomed but also feared most.
Where am I?
Carefully he heaved himself up into a seating position and every single bone seemed to protest. He definitely felt 20 years older.
His mind played him pranks, because he had no clue where he was and how he got here.
There was just blackness in his thought, he could not remember anything. Just emptiness.
Oh shit …
His head still hurt and all he wanted was the awful feeling to disappear.
He drew his knees to his chest and waited.
Yes, this was definitively the worst experience of his life. He never had to endure something similar to this.
To awake in a dark and probably scary place with a blackout was … he was not able to end his thoughts as a slightly dim feeling came up again. All he could do was waiting, and so he did.
Slowly he raised his head and everything went like slow-motion. He blinked a few times until his eyes got used to the darkness that was everywhere.
At least he could make out some outlines of his surroundings.
This room was very small and he could nearly touch each of the four walls. It was cold and the ground was hard, uncomfortable.
No windows, no lamps and therefor no light.
Next to him, on the right side, maybe some inches away, was a metallic platform that seems to function as a bed. It was fastened on the wall by two chains.
A wash basin and some kind of a toilet were exactly on the opposite side, thus on the left from him.
Well, it looked like bathroom stuff but he was not sure.
A solid-looking steel door separated him from the world beyond these walls.
Realization hit him.
A cell.
He was in a brig.
Maybe a prison?
But it had no resemblance to the Kyln.
The Kyln ...
Again it hit him like a punch to the face.
The Kyln!
Gamora, Drax and the others.
Where were they?
What had happened?
He remembered. They had invaded Ronan's ship.
The Dark Aster.
And …
He dropped the weapon …
„Gamora?"
Nothing but silence.
„Drax?"
Again, only silence greeted him.
It was obvious that he was alone.