Everything was very still, and very dark. It was like floating in some kind of equilibrium where nothing was right or wrong and everything was just continuous. The silence wasn't threatening, and in fact it was warm – comforting and it added to the sense of nothingness of this place.
Although it was very, very dark, it wasn't blackness that was surrounding everything, more a kind of satisfied deep grey, complete calm, and it was quite contenting to just float along. There was no real direction to the movement; even if there had been a start or end to the place. No, it was merely floating – direction would over complicate things.
It seemed the place had no sense of time either, hours must have gone by but it seemed like just a couple of minutes. Time, nor colour, nor sense of place, nor, in fact, anything, seemed to matter here; it was just a sense of being and existence.
But then the thin frame of idyllic silence shattered as a murmur passed through, and it wasn't just any old murmur, it was a voice. A voice that Chazz recognised, though he couldn't place it, and he couldn't understand what was being said. He frowned slightly to himself; how very odd – who was whispering and why couldn't he see them? Why were they being so secretive? It was annoying. How he wished they would speak to him.
And then another murmur, this voice he didn't recognise, but it was calm and reassuring. But who was it? Then the floating stopped as an invisible barrier seemed to have raised itself in the grey, and it would not let him pass. However he wasn't about to turn away, because somehow, just somehow, he knew that the voices were coming from behind the barrier. It was just a simple matter of moving around the force field and he'd be able to see who was speaking.
But he soon found out it wasn't just a simple matter because he couldn't move. Just as he thought of walking through the barrier he found he couldn't move – he tried to but everything was just so heavy, and the grey world began to crush down on him, until he couldn't breathe – until he couldn't think, and there was no possible way of escape. Everything was closing down, everything hurt. The grey was turning to black and it was enveloping him into the nothingness, swallowing him whole and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't moan, or plead, he couldn't even cry. And the pain was getting more forceful, this was the end he knew it.
And then everything stopped.
At last nothing hurt anymore, and there was only a deep falling feeling inside him. He was falling, hurtling down towards greyness underneath the black, finally to be at peace, when he stopped falling. There was a loud cry from somewhere;
'1…2…3… - Clear!'
A burning sensation pulsed through him, and then a bright, white light up above pulling him towards it, dragging him unwillingly towards more pain, towards everything he didn't want. Misery, so much misery.
Chazz Princeton opened his eyes.
A/N Again, another shorty, but it's easier to get them up like this than long so enjoy! Thanks for the reviews but you know I need more because I'm…uh… poor… and need encouragement? Anyhoo – OH MY GOD CHAZZ IS ALIVE…but for how long…?!