.... I should be doing homework right now but noooooooooooo, dumb bunnies just HAD to bite me..... I've said this once, and I'll say it again... THEY HATE ME!! T.T

(sighs resignedly) whatever... here you go! Hope you like it! I've neglected my duties as a good student for this!!! GRRRRRRRRRRR

READ AND REVIEW!!!

PLEASE!!!

Oh, and cookies as promised to my reviewers! Here (throws cookies) knock yourselves out.

I'm going to mope in a corner now byebye XD

Sound.

Touch.

Movement.

Warmth.

Security.

Once again, Prowl found himself in that awful state between reality and darkness. Not able to make sense of any kind of information, he stayed still in the awkward position he found himself in.

He was curled in a tiny ball. There was something holding his legs underneath his knees and another something holding his back going around his shoulders in a tight grip. His head was against something rough, broad and warm. Arms folded on his stomach. Prowl could make out a loud beat right where his ear stuck to... whatever it was his head laid against. The strong and steady murmur of 'it' was soothing and relaxing, prompting him to go back into the darkness.

It was basically the only thing he could make out with accuracy. The rest, were strange noises with no sense and were far away from him. A buzzing sound was also present in his ears, making the little sounds he could make out even more strange.

An abrupt stop.

Yelling.

The grip grew tighter.

He suddenly remembered what pain felt like.

More somethings -hands?- tugging at him. And that which held him fighting against the intruders.

More pain.

"Wh-.... ar-...-uo-...do-ng!?!? H-'s....-urt!!! Get-...-f... me!!"

Muffled, far away noises once again. It was really bothering Prowl a lot. He could feel himself going in and out of consciousness. Though he didn't know why.

Pain.

Ah yes. Pain. The only anchor connecting him to the world. Absently, his mind managed to realize that there were a lot of more 'things' moving all around him. Each 'thing' made a different sound. Some were loud and obnoxious, some were scared, worried, scandalized. Others was calm, understanding, gentle but at the same time concerned.

"Don-...-orry...we-...w-ll...-eep...-im...-afe."

The grip around his shoulders and knees softened. Hesitantly but resignedly. He felt his position shift. He went from his curled up position to a being stretched out, back against something soft.

But it was all wrong!! There was no warmth, only cold. There was no far away voices soothing him. There was no more of 'that' presence. Suddenly, he felt vulnerable, he felt alone, and he felt scared. Images he did not understand but frightened him nonetheless started to present themselves in his mind like flashes.

A -man?- with a knife coming at him.

Another flash.

A man with a burning metal bar.

Another flash.

Him being kicked, punched and thrown into a pool. He could feel his lungs burning before fresh air was suddenly present in them.

Another flash.

A hand holding a long string...- whip?-

Another flash .... a whisper... promising pain.

"We're ain't done yet kid. This was just warm up."

Accompanied by a face who's features were a mystery to Prowl. Except for that white, curved thing at the bottom, glinting fierce and terrorizing.

A smile.

A twisted smile.

Prowl cried out. He did not understand it! But- but he was filled with fear, pain and desperation! And he had to get away!!

Where had that safe feeling gone? Where had that protective aura gone to? Where had his warmth disappeared to!?

He screamed.

Hands grabbed him. Unfamiliar hands. Still feeling himself in the middle of the two worlds, where nothing made sense, he thrashed around, trying to get way. From what? He did not know. And not knowing was what scared him the most.

More hands. They restrained him. He felt the material he had barely covering his body being removed not too kindly, and small cold things were attached to him. A sharp, long thing was impaled into his skin. It hurt. He was moving again, more sounds..- no, voices - were yelling at him.

"-old...-im!!"

"Ge-...a.... sed-ive!!"

"V-ry...-eek ...- ulse!"

"-art... ra-e... abn-mal-...-ow!!"

"-osing... -im!!"

Again he cried out. Desperately wishing that presence would come back. He felt lost. He wanted to feel safe again.

Suddenly, something cold ran unto his arm, through his veins. It felt weird and alien.

Somehow, he discovered he could open his eyes. He closed them again immediately. What he saw, he did not understand. These 'things' were leaning over him, prodding, poking, making him feel pain. White lights, too bright for him were passing by above him.

They were taking him away.

He started feeling numb, more powerless. Absently, one last image presented itself in his mind. It was the last thing he had lucidly done before he was thrown into this world were there was no up or down, no sense, no sanity.

He screamed those last words he had uttered before darkness overtook him yet once again.

"HELP ME!"

O.O

Me: EVIL CLIFFHANGER!! WHAT HAPPENS OMG I WANNA KNOW!! XD

Prowl: Then write it before your readers appear at your house and make you.

Me: You're so mean! let me alone in my world of insanity!

Prowl: (sighs) What ever did I do to get this crazy person to write a fic about me?

Me: You like it and you know it!

Prowl: .... yes I just love being tortured and feeling pain.

Me:... You ruin my fantasy!

Prowl: (sighs) Ignore her. Please review. The more reviews she gets, the more she'll write and the sooner I can go in peace.