The hush tones of voices conversing in the black expanse of darkness fill my ears as my mind becomes alert. Goosebumps rise on my arms and chest as I lay, paralysed, on a cold slab. Releasing a grown, I struggle to sit up, but something sharp and metallic cinches around my wrists, confining me to whatever I was laying on.
"Ssshhh," coos a smooth voice, rippling from the darkness.
My body tenses as a warm breath rolls onto my skin.
"Relaaxxx."
I jerk under the pressure of the confinements around my wrists and urge my legs to move, but they remain unresponsive.
"I c-can't . . . I can't see." I gasp, my eyes blinking repeatedly in a vain attempt at clearing the darkness away.
A soft chuckle tickles my left ear, causing me to instinctively to pull away.
"Oh darling," hums the tone of the hidden figure, "you know so very little."
Two fingers begin to stroke my chest down to my stomach. My breath runs high at the screaming in my brain. More warnings.
Something was wrong.
"Please, what is this . . . Where am I?"
A laugh peals through the air and sound of a cart, wheeling down a tiled hall screeches in my ears.
"You're home." The voice echoes, the sound ricocheting off the murky darkness.
The deep whispering erupts once again, leaving me stunned and silenced on whatever slab I was confined to. A sharp pain lances through the bridge of my nose and I shout in surprise, straining against the restraints around my wrists.
Why couldn't I move?
"Why can't I move my legs-"
The voice giggles, the fingers returning to their tracing on my skin.
"He's already forgetting - our plan is working."
Lifting my torso, I slam it back onto the slab as I jerk against the harsh metal cuffs around my hands. A roar escapes my lips as warm liquid begins to drip down my wrists. Already I could the air restricting in my legs, the panic rising in my bones and the lump rising in my throat. Somehow, I was confined. In a small, dark space that was ever encroaching on me. But, the darkness wasn't a room or closet. It was in my head. An inescapable abyss that was my prison.
Something sharp stings into the side of my neck, piercing the darkness for a split second. In that brief moment, the room was alight like a field illuminated by a single lightning strike. I was surrounded by people in white coats, wearing stark blue gloves in a whitewashed room with me cuffed to a table in the middle.
"Please l-let me go," the words slip from my lips as I shut my eyes tightly.
Surely a realm of darkness within darkness was better than facing those people - prodding and examining every inch of my body.
"We will," the voice lulls as my consciousness slips from the murky darkness. "Soon enough, we will..."
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"Do you think he's connected . . . With the shipwreck?"
Sno's voice pierces through the drowsy exhaustion that encompasses my mind. Groggily, I peel an eyelid open. It was dark out now, the living room dimly lit as I lay huddled on the couch.
Had I fallen asleep?
"Anything is possible, Snojyn." Chides Leona.
Sliding my head to the left, I peer through my slitted eyes at the kitchen where a single light flickers on the ceiling. Snojyn and her mother sat together at the table, a tv was turned on behind them but the volume was muted.
"Nukaro security as tripled in the past few years," the doctor continues.
"You think the police might have torched the Qubæ?" Sno cuts in, her eyes widening.
"Would they do that?"
YOU ARE READING
Grey Horizon
FantasyA ship has just arrived in the famous port city of Nukaro, the capital of Aegeus, and in its hull, is the last hope for all the realms of Valen. The only problem? He doesn't know it yet. Comments are welcome and encouraged!
