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He was awakened by the pounding on his ribs.
Something – or someone – was hammering at his chest.
But he did not feel the physical impact. All he knew was that something was continually connecting with his body. He could not feel any pain at all.
That did not scare him, as it might have other people. He vaguely wondered if perhaps he had died. After all, he could not seem to feel his body. Only the persisting feeling of that something hitting him convinced him that he was still in the physical world.
His head felt heavy. His mind protested against his waking up. It felt as if all the gears in his brain were jammed, and refusing to function. Mentally scowling, he tried to force his brain into working, as one might try to force a car to work on a cold day. He could almost hear the cells groaning from this burst of activity.
He tried to locate his arms. Arms…arms…where were they? It was so strange, to know that he was there, but not being able to even find the connection to his different body parts.
Concentrating, he attempted to tap into his memory for an explanation as to why he was…wherever he was…in his current state.
But his mind, which had not started up again for even five full minutes, did not provide him any answers.
Frustrated at his body's lack of response, he felt much like a king whose subject had turned against him.
It was a helpless feeling. For a king without his subjects holding him up was only a man with a worthless title.
He could do nothing but lay there and hope his body started to function properly again soon.
How long he waited, he had no idea. To him, it could have been a minute, or an hour, or a whole day. But gradually, he began to become aware of a tingling sensation. And it began to spread. Soon, he realized he was once again aware of his body, though he still could not move, or even open his eyes.
And then the pain started.
It began as a dull aching in his chest that grew, and grew…until quite soon it was a full blown blaze of agony that touch every part of his being.
He screamed.
His eyes flew open and he rolled over onto his back, gasping for air. Each breath sent searing jolts of red-hot fire through his body, making him jerk and tremble. His tried to groan, but it was cut short by a series of coughs that wreck his frame even more.
"Ah. You're awake."
The voice reached his ear as if from a planet far away. He did not even try to turn towards it. His world was dominated by the immense pain that engulfed him.
Presently, a face entered into his line of vision. It, like everything else, was blurry to his glazed eyes.
"It's about time. You've been out for a while."
He could only stare dazedly at the man. His ears heard, but his mind did not comprehend. It was too busy dealing with the bombardment of distress signals from every inch of the body.
The man smirked. "Suddenly gone mute? Your vocal cords were working fine a minute ago. Or was that scream I heard not from you?"
The next thing he was aware of was a sharp crack. The next moment, it felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a bolt of lighting. He cried out as the man's smirk grew wider.
He…kicked me! The thought rose in a faraway part of his mind. He could not dwell on it, however, as it was quickly pushed away.
"Sir?" a new voice, accompanied by nearby footsteps. "You called?"
"Yes." The man said with a disgusted look on his face. "Take care of this mess. I want this room spotless in two hours. Do whatever you want with him. Just get him out."
"Yes, sir," the new voice replied. The man left, and in his place came what looked to be a younger man, barely out of his teens.
That was last thing he saw. The next instant, something slammed into his forehead and he instantly dropped into blissful unconsciousness.
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