The first thing Ana feels when she starts to come to consciousness is pain.
Ana is familiar with pain.
She's been in labor before.
And there's no comparison to being in labor, but goddamn.
This hurts.
A lot.
The pain is mainly coming from her legs but her chest is burning as well and her head is throbbing.
Ana groans a little in pain, willing her eyes to open.
Finally her eyes lids obey, but she can't see anything.
Ana panics only for a second, before pushing herself off of the wooden floor she's laying on so she's sitting up.
Her legs scream in pain when she tries to put any pressure on them so Ana quickly puts all of her weight on the wall behind her, leaning heavily on it and using her arms to keep her in an upright sitting position.
Ana tries opening her eyes again, expecting it to take a few seconds for her eyes to become acclimated to the dark room, but to no avail.
Her immediate thought is she's becoming hysterical in this situation.
So she shuts her eyes again.
After a few minutes, during which she smells distant burning but also wet wood, she opens her eyes again.
But this time, she counts.
One.
Two.
Three.
Blackness.
Four.
Five.
Six.
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Forty Nine.
Fifty.
Fifty One.
Blackness.
Fifty Two.
Fifty Three.
Fifty Four.
Blackness.
[Time Skip]
Ninety Eight.
Ninety Nine.
One Hundred.
Blackness.
"breathe, breathe" Ana whispers, her temporary blindness causing her mind to panic.
"okay, okay, okay" Ana exhales, shakily.
She shuts her eyes again, a doomed attempt to make it seem like she can see and her eyes are simply closed and she therefore can't.
Ana feels around for anything. Without the ability to see or move her legs she's basically trapped in place.
"Fire is the most primitive human technology" A chilling voice says.
Ana looks around to try and pin point the voice but it feels like it's coming from everywhere.
"And yet it can still cause the most dangerous of chemical reactions" The chilling voice continues.
Ana stays quiet, remembering how Jessica Russo once said to let the kidnapper speak their whole piece before trying to reason with them.
"For example, if I simply light a match..." Ana hears the small noise of a match being rubbed and alighting.
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Altruism | Part Four : Love
Action"Let me be your light at the end of the tunnel" - Ana Cabrera Ana Cabrera is a Cuban immigrant. She lives in a three bedroom apartment with her grandparents and is a rookie starting in the LAPD. This is Part Four. To find Part One, follow this link...
