The wind is silent, the air is thick and my eyes are clouded
The world has stopped its turning for just this moment
So I could share it with you
Just this moment
You and I
You are the popular girl in our high school called life
The smart one
The cute one
The one everybody wants to be
I am the strange one
Gone in the blink of an eye
Surfing silent shadows
Fighting the demons they contain
I am the silent hero
A fool for loving you
The wind is gentle
The Night is warm
I am lying here just looking up at the moon
The bitter moon
A tear slides down
A mask that can not cry
The night stops
The breeze is gone
The blood not flowing
The world standing still for just this moment
So I can share it with you
Just this moment
You and I
Don't cry dear one
Don't be a fool
Like I
Go to your life
You are not made for the shadows
You are made to be alive in the sun
Just share this moment with me
Just this moment
I and you
The song was repeating even after Rodney opened his eyes. It took his vision a moment to stop swimming enough to see what was going on. He was suspended about five feet off the floor by a think rope that looped around both of his hands and ran into a ring attached to the ceiling. Oh that is why his arms hurt. Blood was running down his arms from his wrists where the rope had cut into his skin. He could see right between the splitting headache and the fact that he hadn't eaten since that morning and that was very little. He looked around for the source of the song. There was a radio hanging right in front of his face and the music was blaring out of it. Who would have that song? It wasn't even published. A band in his town had written it, he had the only copy. That meant some idiot had been searching through his stuff!
He breathed trying to calm down being angry wouldn't help right now. He started to try to work the roped off his wrists but it only cut deeper into his skin, fresh blood started to flow from the wounds. He winced. The music stopped its outward flow from the suspended radio.
"Comfortable Doctor?" The voice was undeniably female. It wasn't unpleasant but it was like velvet soft yet ruff and full of what sounded like clinical curiosity. He looked at the radio unable to even make a retort due to the ever-tightening ropes.
"Oh I had forgotten that your primitive technology was incapable of unassisted two way communication." She sounded vaguely amused.
When it first started he didn't even notice it. It was like someone was pouring glitter into the air, after about 30 seconds it converged into the form of a woman.
"That is better. Your are Doctor Rodney McKay are you not?" he didn't answer her, he was too busy staring at her feet which were standing on the water that was now knee high on him and he was suspended from the ceiling.
"Now come on Doc. I would think you would be more talkative I have been watching you for several months." That startled him but he still didn't say a word. He had a feeling that no response would be the best response to irk her.
He was right. She grew angry after a few minutes stalking over and slapping him hard enough to draw blood with he long fingernails and too rattle his already aching head.
"So you aren't going to talk are you?"
"Not until you ask nicely." He had to say it even though it seemed to please her.
"I see you have found your tongue. I am Nicole Angel. I am an outcast ascendedand Iam going to watch you die Doc. McKay." Then she disappeared leaving Rodney alone.