Hi. Really quick. I love this story.
BUT. I now have beta jobs. And that puts a dampener on things. So...
Awkward.
"Your turn to babysit Newman." Sam and Noah for father/son. Yes. It should be real.
It was just... Dark. There wasn't anything else. No light. No sound. No feeling. Nothing at all. The silence was... Choking.
But, unlike the first time he had been thrown into the realm of unconsciousness, this wasn't comforting to Noah. The previous time, it had been a gentle, folding mist that made him feel as though he were walking through the cool dew-laden grass. But this darkness was growing hostile. It was becoming unfriendly, almost ravenous. He felt like it was trying to eat him.
Noah missed the outside world. Unconsciousness was nice for awhile, but it seemed like for every second he was there, the darkness seemed to want to keep him. Permanently. The outside world, however dangerous, was simply his home. He wanted to be home.
He had to admit. Getting shot at could be fun. Now, getting shot wasn't fun. But even the cramps in your neck after being held hostage had value. You earned them. And as long as you lived to tell the tale, they were well earned.
And that was what he lived for. The thrill of the chase. The rush of adrenalin that came with each arrest was better than anything else in the world, in his opinion. Any fear that you had was replaced with exuberance afterwards when you overcame and survived. The excitement and the anticipation followed by the Rush and the sense of fluidity between you and your team. You knew what they would do. You had their backs. And likewise.
It was the greatest sense of family that Noah ever had. Maybe that was why Noah loved going out on the field and making arrests. He felt like he had family. He was part of a team. He was needed.
A bright light interrupted his thoughts.
Per say, it may not have been bright. It was only a speck, after all. But he did earn at least a little grace from a critic. He had been in the inky blackness for... Days on end, he supposed. Any light seemed excruciatingly white.
The light seemed to grow in size. It soon encompassed his whole field of vision.
Is this it? Am I dead?
Noah felt a twinge of pain in his torso. Pale colors began to form at the edge of his vision. Well, good to know I'm not dead yet...
HAHA! Gotcha! You thought this was going to be a whole chapter! Haha!
TBC...