The Sound of Silence

Chapter 2

He woke up, bruised and bloody, lying on a cold, hard floor.  Darkness surrounded him.  Shoving his legs under his body in a desperate attempt to stand, he nearly fainted; he had no way of knowing how large the room was, if there was a door, or even if anyone else was with him.  His efforts from the night before had drained him of all of his strength, nearly killing him, not to mention the brutal way he had been treated when he failed.

Tears forced themselves out of the boy’s eyes as a terrible spasm of coughing and spitting wracked his small frame, but he was able to restrain himself from crying out, for fear of the man hearing and coming to inflict more pain upon the child.  The fear filled him completely, flowing freely through his battered body, starting at the tips of his tiny toes and traveling all the way to the end of his disheveled blond hair.

Creak!

The door was opening, and the noise alone pierced his ears like a needle, the thought of his torturer amplifying his terror so much that he felt fit to burst.  Light shone through the doorway, splintering the darkness and burning the child’s unaccustomed eyes until he was forced to bury his head in his arms.

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, growing louder and more intimidating with each step, thundering through the room, echoing menacingly off the walls before resonating right back to their creator.

Boom.  Boom!  BOOM!

Closer and closer they came until-

They stopped.  Right next to the little boy, they came to a halt, the poking, prodding, and kicking he had braced himself for never arriving.

Cautiously, the child lifted his head and squinted to see who it was that stood by his side, and his eyes met a thin figure, though the darkness prevented him from seeing more than the silhouette of a man.  He tried to speak, but found that he could only manage a weak croak, which only roused another fit.  The small bit of light that flowed through the doorway revealed that the boy had coughed up pools of blood during his spasms, and, realizing this, a stinging, burning in the back of his throat became prominent.

“Shush.  It will be okay, now, child.”  He was surprised when he heard a woman’s soft voice and glanced up to see that another person had entered the room.  “We will take care of you, if you’ll let us.”

The boy was suspicious – more than most little children were – but he had trouble imagining that these people could possibly hurt him more than his current torturer had, so he nodded slightly to show that he gave them his consent.

Bending down, the man stretched his long arms down towards the boy to scoop him up, and then started walking, then jogging, and gradually picking up his speed to a run.  Just as he broke into a sprint a loud noise sounded, a bang!  The child passed out, the thud that followed the explosion still ringing in his ears.

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Okay, if anyone's reading this PLEASE comment, fan, vote, etc...  Otherwise I might not write more.  The only reason I posted this is because I went on a short vacation, and I wrote through the car ride, which was to boring otherwise not to...  =)

Also, as you can see, every other chapter is going to be from the unkown 3rd person point of view...  I wasn't planning on doing this at first, but if you have any comments or thoughts about it, good or bad, please tell me!!!  I would really appreciate any feedback - it only takes a second!!!  

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~ Campion  =D