Chronicles of Han Storm, Preserving Creata Part 1, 2, 3

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 15 (end of Part 2)

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 15 (End of Part 2)

*** Fifteen ***

    Voices.

    A repeated word.

    Concentrate!

    It is my name.

    Whose voice is it?

    No recognition.

    Another voice.

    My name again.

    I knew this voice.

    My brain placed a face with it. Fair hair and blue-eyed open features. A ready smile.

    What is the name?

    I seek for it.

    It came.

    Panam!

    With the name came recognition and flashes of memory.

    I tried to struggle out of the treacle keeping me bogged down in this unacceptable physical state.

    A bitter taste.

    A burning down my throat right to my stomach.

    I fought it, trying to spit it out.

    I shook my head.

    More came into my mouth and I was forced to swallow or gag.

    My mouth was held closed.

    Another voice.

    Comprehension following.

    “Did he swallow?”

    “Yes.”

    “Keep him still. Force some more into him.”

    Another squirt of the disgusting stuff down my throat.

    I clenched my teeth on something hard.

    The burning in my throat moved to my chest.

    Conscious feeling returned to my body.

    My arms were restrained and I still could not move my legs.

    I could not breathe.

    A furnace was raging within my ribcage.

    I forced my eyelids open.

    Racewater was sitting across my legs. His friends were restraining my arms.

    Panam was desperately trying to find a vein.

    My vision fogged over.

    “Got it!”

    A prick and something cold entering my arm.

    A cold sensation gushing up and racing to my burning chest.

    Welcome relief . . .

    Wet.

    An uncomfortable wetness surrounded my body.

    Odd?

    I felt cold.

    I ventured a peek through half-opened eyelids finding Panam eyeing me from where he sat on the wide windowsill of the cabin.