Due to popular demand:
Lost: Part II
By Mezzo-chan
Everything hurt.
His legs hurt. His chest hurt. His back hurt. His head hurt.
He could feel every inch of himself throbbing in pain.
There had been glass, and blood. A lot of blood. And sirens. Most of the rest was a blur.
And there was a voice.
Someone had been crying, screaming, wailing, and their voice was now stamped permanently into his aching head.
In the past when he'd been wounded in battle, he always saw a bright, blinding light behind his eyes.
Now was different, however. Now it was black. Blacker than pitch, blacker than space.
This was something so dark, he felt as though he might be lost in it forever.
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad, he thought to himself, maybe he'd get used to it, and maybe the pain would dull in time and he could finally get some peace and quiet.
Except there was something else.
There was something he had to do.
Something he had to find, or finish, or see.
He just for the life of him couldn't remember what.
In the deep, deep dark he felt himself thinking, even though the action made his eyes burn. What was he forgetting? There had to be something.
He couldn't put his finger on it.
And all the while that incessant voice was nagging at the back of his brain.
He couldn't concentrate with all the racket it was making.
It was such a sad, mournful cry.
It reminded him of someone.
The weeping got louder, as if the source were closer now.
It was a girl. He couldn't quite tell how, but it had to be a girl.
He felt an image in his mind coming into focus.
It was blurry at first, and a little too dim to be distinguishable.
But to his surprise, the clearer the sorrowful sobbing got, the more distinct the picture became.
It was definitely a girl. She was familiar, with violet hair and pale skin. She was curling into a ball, and tears were streaming down her pretty face.
Don't cry pretty girl, he wanted to say, I don't want to see you cry. Who made you cry?
But his voice wouldn't come out. Instead he began to hear words within the sobs.
"If you don't wake up I'll die. I'm lost…I can't find my way out of this jungle," he heard her whisper, "Wake up and help me see the way out,"
He felt a pressure on his skin. She was kissing him. Kissing his eyes. Waiting for the evil spell to be broken.
She was begging him to open his eyes, which he'd finally realized, were closed.
She said she would die without him.
She loved him. She loved him with all her heart.
Raven"Hey," he smiled, and touched the back of her head as the heart monitor began to pulse faster, and muttered in a croaking voice, "Thanks for finding me,"
Author's Note:
I was fully intending on leaving Lost as a cliff hanger, but due to popular demand and my own racing imagination, I decided to try out Gar's version of the scenario. I really liked these two chapters, I was able to really delve into a darker part of the relationship, as well as explore the pain one feels when their loved one is hurt. I plan to continue now as planned with the next chapter titled "Primal".
