Light of the Scourge (POSTPONED)

Chapter I

You could feel darkness with your finger tips. The stench of raw fish and trash too disgusting to compost were pressed to your nose. Crickets played their music quietly for your ears. But your eyes. You saw nothing. A shrill cry of pure agony erupted from deep in your throat as you realized you were blind. You blinked and turned the little space you had to move your head, no matter where your eyes went you couldn't see for shit. There wasn't enough air in the tight space where you cowered in to breath. You writhed under the weight of leather. It was too heavy. He did this to you. He left you here.

And now you were going to die underneath all this rubbish and no one would have ever known what happened to you. He'd done an excellent job of ridding himself of the body. Finest criminal you pursued to reprimand.
Hyperventilation was soothing to your oxygen-deprived brain. You could listen to your rapid breathing as it became a constant drumming in your mind's eye. Your chest heaved with the motion. It hurt. Your lungs burned and so did your eyes as they filled with tears, rubbing salt into the wound. You couldn't tell that you were already passing out. Whether your eyes were closed or not, you only saw the darkness. Then the white pain began to ebb away as you slipped into nonexistence. It felt good. But then again it felt like nothing at all.

No. You couldn't just let it end like this. You still felt there was a purpose you were supposed to fulfill in this life time. With your final breath, you let out one last shout of help, then your body went limp.

When you were all depleted of consciousness, that's when she came. Without your sight you felt everything was too much. Being touched had never been so shocking, you were like a new born with unadulterated skin. You couldn't remember when the bags were ripped off of your body and you were lifted into the stranger's arms to be carried way. But you did faintly recall the first time skin brushed against yours, and it was paralyzing even as you had been in an insentient state.

For the longest time you stayed drifting in a dream of grays and toned colors. Black was the most prominent, it stayed with you during your short time under and was consistent in this maddening dream of yours. But you didn't mind it. Not one bit. If the choice had been yours you would have wanted to stay, but that was not what fate decided would become of you. You would have to wake up at some point and deal with your newly tragic reality.

And she would be the one to awaken you.

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