So Dark
It was dark. He couldn't see anything; he couldn't see his own hands, or even his own nose. He blinked his eyes; there was nothing in front of them, he wasn't blindfolded. Even if he was, he would still see something. Wouldn't he?
It was so dark. So dark. It hurt his eyes to attempt to see, to look around. He didn't understand. He couldn't, after what had just happened.
He remembered pain - flashing blue lights that turned to violet before his eyes - and the sound of his own screaming. He remembered a million voices speaking to him in unison. He remembered an unnerving grin.
And then he remembered darkness.