Vein


A stumble, a gasp, a clicking sound.

His eyes locked onto his left hand, leaning against the wall for support. Time stopped, then resumed at a much slower pace, as though it were trying to prolong the torture.

In slow motion, Danny watched the lighting change, in time with the increased buzzing in his ears. Everything was blinding, white-hot, ice-cold, gravity was pulling at him, all the while letting go like it didn't think he mattered.

With wide eyes and a scream too loud to realize escaping his lips, Danny stared at his arm. Through the white of his suit, a glowing green line was travelling up his arm, stretching and expanding, splitting up.

The electricity moving around and within him wasn't what he focused on. All he saw was that vein, slowly killing him from within, reaching further and further.

He couldn't stop it.