Will layed his head back, his labored breathing causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly. He already had more injuries than he could count, the pain erupting everywhere enough to confirm, even if he couldn't see that he was covered in red.
He always felt on the brink of passing out, but every time his eyes closed he was greeted with a jolt of electricity through his body, his green eyes flaring with the power surge. Needless to say, he hadn't slept in a while.
His electricity was somehow useless, and his attempts at escape had all been long foiled. Each day the "doctors" came in for more experiments, more tests, more things they wanted to try out on their new guinea pig. Most of the time it was jabbing a knife or needle into a fresh area on his body, seeing how fast he could heal itself. These tests always seemed to keep going, even though Will soon found out that nothing in his body made him heal fast. The doctors elected to ignore that fact.
William was tired. More tired than any all nighter he pulled had ever made him. If he was honest with himself, he didn't know how much longer he would last like this. His thoughts drifted back to his friends - no - his family. Aeron, the giant sarcastic pain in the ass, and Senka, the silent but deadly fairy that flashed into his life, and he couldn't be more thankful that they had.
Then he thought about his mother. How bad he wanted to be back home, falling asleep on his computer, eating her home cooked meals across the table from her, telling her about his day. William missed when the worst thing abiut his day was the extra homework in English class. God, what would he say to her? He's been away from home for so long. Does she think he died? Has she moved on? Was she still hoping he'd come back?
He told her he would be back in time for dinner.
Fuck.
His tears tinted red across his sweat and blood caked face. He knew better than to close his eyes.
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Winter's Burn
General Fiction"Her amber eyes turned almost black as the shadows overtook her thin frame. Tree branches became spindly hands wrapping their serpentine fingers around his body, vines twisting and knotting to pin him to the ground. He could have sworn he saw her le...
