Redemption

Dirt Beds to Lie in

When he opened his eyes the surface below him was cold. Pain surrounded him like the darkness.
'This must be hell,' he thought to himself. 'No,......purgatory.'
He sat up slowly and groaned. He breathed in deeply. The smell of dirt, blood, and clothe invaded him. He was to weak to stand and a sudden rush made his head spin.
Aiden was weakened by blood loss. He groaned carefully reaching to rub his eyes, keeping them closed. The movement was agonizing. His torso had been ripped to shreds, the power he once felt from his marks dwindling. As much as he wanted too he couldn't force himself to move from his dirt bed. He soon regretted ever draining his last bit of strength and found himself once again blacking out in the humid darkness.