Chapter 2

He could feel some strange sensation bugging him. Not that there usually wasn't some weird sensation. But mostly they went along him being not quite regular human form. But usually it didn't bother him too much unless people wasn't trying to butcher him into pieces for closer inspection.

Now it started to unnerve Anthony even more. What was it? Pain? Confusion?
Maybe it was something to do with some weird tingling rising from his chest.

He had no idea what's going on.
But in any case it was starting to bother him more and more.

Where was he? Why so dark?

Questions kept flashing through Anthony's head completely unaware that he'd been locked in a dark freezing container with another man, who, by now, had grown even more worried about his mate in trouble.

In his state of mind poor man didn't know what and why happened. His thoughts were crowd of buzzing bees trying to break through endless labyrinth of horrendous memories of different events that still troubled young, dark haired man laying still on the makeshift mattress and under makeshift blanket made of cartoon boxes.

Anthony also didn't know that this might be his last day alive. But that would be only matter of traffic unless some other powerful enemy from his troubled past decides to cut Anthony's life short and abrupt.

Slowly some new sensation seeped in, making the quizz of this situation ever harder to guess.
Was it dark? Cold? Maybe warm and dark?

And the annoying tingling was taking over slowly turning into deep, irking ache that seemed seeping through many layers of his confused consciousness.
Maybe he was drunk again and some wackjob decided to use electroshock device to play around? Could be possible.
Not first not last time.
But maybe it was something else.
Probably he'd fallen of horse after crashing into low branch. That'd be such possibility that made him nearly burst out laughing.
But somehow this wasn't making any sense. Why he should've been on horse or drunk when last thing he remembered was levitating above tennis field along swirl of variety of flowers and some unlucky late birds that happened to be slow enough to miss their chance of escape.
But it still didn't answer his questions.

For a moment he racked through his seemingly frozen brain. What was it, light? Yeah, it was light, and then sharp pain in his chest.
Nothing made sense.