Alex's pov:
".................."
I found it difficult to stay awake, my eyes refusing to stay open for very long. I would be able to open them for a minute, but would close them shortly after that. My head was throbbing badly and was making it hard to think clearly.
Through the times I was awake, I attempted to remember what happened before this. My memories were cloudy and hazy, but I was able to pick out a few pieces from them.
I was somewhere, a place with lots of people around me, and I think I was working with a group. We went and followed someone somewhere else and then it was all blank. Anything else after that is unclear and unknown to me.
".................."
Moving around was also a difficult thing to do. I barely had enough space to move my limbs around slightly. It was very dark, and I couldn't see myself during the moments of consciousness. Wherever I was, it was also very hot. It wasn't as hot as the temperatures of a fire, but it was like I was in a car in the middle of a summer day.
"Al.................."
I could say that with each time I woke up, I could feel myself becoming more awake. Compared to the first time I opened my eyes, I believed the periods I was unconscious were becoming shorter. My memories were returning and I could remember what happened but with more detail. But it was also more awake because I thought I was starting to hear something.
"Al.........ake......"
There it was again. The sounds of someone talking echoed in my head. I found it strange since I wasn't hearing it from my ears. It sounded like the sounds were coming from my own head. The sound of the voice seemed familiar to me, but I couldn't remember who it was. I wanted to know where it was coming from, and the only way to do that was to get out of wherever I was.
The first thing I did was move my hands and feet around to see how I could move them. They felt strange and unusual for some reason, but I could still move them. I felt around and could feel the walls that kept me trapped here. How durable were these walls? I was going to find out shortly.
Clenching my hand into a fist, I threw it against the closest area of the wall. The punch was very weak as my muscles were weak and tired, but I wasn't stopping there. I took turns between punching and kicking the walls that trapped me.
'Crrk.'
After a little bit, my work was beginning to pay off as a faint crack echoed around me. I felt around the walls and found the area that felt off due to the thin crack that was there. Picturing where the crack was, I continued my weak hits against the cracked wall.
'Crrek.'
Another cracking sound could be heard, and this time, it allowed a sliver of light to enter inside. I didn't stop to look through as I would have a better view if I continued.
'Crekk!'
The cracks continued to grow and more light was leaking through.
'Crack!'
With enough hits, the cracks had spread around a lot of my container. Light was seeping through many of them, and I believed one more would do it. With one last punch, my fist broke through and I was greeted with a blinding light.
I quickly closed my eyes, shielding them from the lights. I knew they probably weren't as bright as I thought they were, but staying in my container made me used to the darkness. I would wait to open my eyes, but I wouldn't wait to get out.
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FanfictionSo before anything is said, this story was inspired by CrystalScherer's 'Upon wings of change' which I can say is definitely a good book. It is advised that you read her book first before this to have a good understanding about the story (for thos...