Prison Solitude
By: Kutabare
Author's Notes: So, I hope you enjoy this. It's relatively short. And I'm not quite sure what the point is..but hey, it's something. My mind's been going loco. Heh.
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Like most days of his life, it was raining. The birds sang their sweet song, and the mechanical roar of machines played their musical symphony for the heavens. Light slanted into the window of the empty apartment, showing the dust particles that hung in the air like a hive of bees. But, it was still raining.
"..another nice..for Tokyo..tempera..eighty degrees.."
The only channel his ratty television could pick up managed to push through the static interference of the railroad nearby, informing of something. His brain had long ago gone numb with the random bits of information. Below, beneath the rotting soft wood floor, he could hear an arguement ensue between children.
'Ages around seven and ten. Gender..both male.'
Rolling his head slightly to stare at the door, he grimaced as more information spilled into his brain.
'Old compilation of pine and ash. Driftwood. Locks not secure. Simple to pick, easier to kick. Paint is chipped, fading. Cheap. Conditions past the door: not any better.'
This was insanity. Turning his head again, he stared at the ceiling before allowing his eyes to drift close, sleeping after days without the vital sustenance. It would have been diagnosed insomnia, but he had already turned over that bit of information, and disregarded it. He was a soldier. Is a soldier. There was no other term for his instability.
Half-aware, his brain continued its task of churning over information, tearing apart things that would have been simple to any other. It realized that the body needed food soon. The body also needed rest. With that, the mind sharpened its orders towards the body alone. Make the heart pump blood. Transfer the few nutrients throughout the body, if there is a lack, feed from other places. Move the muscles, the lungs must take in air, push it out again.
The door had opened during these internal activities, and the shocked gasp was drowned by the room's collection of dust and heat. By the time he had tried to move to put to effect his training, it had been too late. The woman kneeled beside him, her fingers fluttering over his skin, touching his pulse. He would have informed her himself that he was alive, but his vocal chords had decided that it was not going to function properly.
"You were right. There's a man lying here. He's almost dead, I think. I'm going to call the ambulance.." Quickly, his hand shot out, gripping the woman's wrist roughly with his weak energy.
"Hmm..never mind. Come up here. Help me take him to the manor."
"Are you awake still? If you can hear me, I'm taking you to a place for recovery. It's not the hospital."
His eyes had drifted close, and he acknowledged the sound of the rain again. The ever-present rain of his life.
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Author's Notes: Well, that was quite vague. Eheh..I think it's a habit of mine to be vague about characters in the beginning. This fic is more emotional and mental than my other two..so..bear with me. Is that the right 'bear'? Or is it bare? I can never get it right. u.u Ah, well..hope you enjoy this prologue. If I should continue..let me know..if you think it sucks..let me know too. I'd rather not waste my efforts. Kehe. Either way, I hope to hear your opinions in a review. So..review?