He's What I've Waited For (ManxMan)

Kill Him

Pic of Hunter and Christopher

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Hunter(POV)

Something hurt.

My head and my back hurt. In fact, I hurt all over. And I was blind, or my eyes were shut. I tried to open them and nothing changed. I could feel myself blinking, but I could only see one thing and that was blackness. Utter, complete blackness. It was like I could feel it pressing against my face, weighing down on my body.

I will not panic, I told myself. But it was hard. I was fighting an instinctive fear, hardwired into the brain since before the Stone Age. All humans panicked in complete blackness. Just breathe, I told myself firmly. O.k. now. I've got to get out of here. What ever here may be. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. That's when the real fear came. I couldn't stand up. I could move my arms and legs, but when I tried to lift my body, even to shift position slightly, something bit into my waist, keeping me immobile. With a crawling feeling of horror, I put my hands to my waist and felt the rough texture of rope. I'm tied to a post of some kind. I thought.

It felt like very strong, very sturdy rope and I knew without question that I wasn't going to be able to wiggle out of it or untie it. The post seemed very sturdy, too. The ground under me was dirt and cool rock. I'm alone, I thought slowly. I could hear my own gasping breath. I'm all alone....and I'm tied here in the dark. I can't move. I can't get away. Christopher put me here. I just know he did. He left me here to die all alone in the dark.

For a while, I just lost control and just screamed for help, but all I heard was my voice echo back oddly. I pulled and twisted at the rope with my fingers until my fingertips were raw. And finally I gave in to the galloping fear inside my head and sobbed out loud. I had never, ever, felt so desolate and alone.

In the end, though, I stopped crying because there really wasn't a point to cry. Crying wasn't going to get me out of here. I was the only one who could help me now. I had accepted all my past selves and their experiences, and in return I felt I could call on at least some of their wisdom.

I had to think about the situation. It was obvious, to me, that I was in some cave. It was cold and damp and the air smelled musty. In fact, it was very cold. My fear must have kept me warm before, but now I realized that my fingers were icy and my arms and legs were stiff. I began to have trouble breathing. I had to get my mind off it because I refused to turn into that screaming, gibbering thing in the darkness again. Think about Adam. I tried to calm myself. When he finds out I'm missing he'll start looking for me and he won't give up until he finds me.

But I'll be dead by then, I thought involuntarily.

This will just be another life where I missed him, I thought. I blinked against tears suddenly. Oh, God. Great.

I wished I could be with him. I wished that I was in his arms right now. But I'll meet him again in my next life. And maybe I won't be so stupid then; I won't fall for Christopher's tricks. I just want Adam to know that I really tried to stay alive for him. I really tried my best. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the post I let my mind think about Adam. Think about how amazing he is. And how I'm the one who doesn't deserve him.

I don't know how long I had my eyes closed, but when I heard a noise my eyes opened quickly. I leaned forward as far as the rope would allow, straining my ears. I thought I'd heard.......yes. There it was again. A solid echoing sound out in the darkness. It sounded like footsteps. And it was coming closer.Yes, yes. I'm rescued, I'm saved. I thought.

I leaned forward and yelled, "Adam? Hello? I'm over here!"

I saw a light coming toward me. I could hear the footsteps coming closer.