Lost- Mchanzo au

The awakening

Hanzo woke as air was forced into his lungs causing him to cough. He held his side, looking around at the dark room. Standing shakily he looks around in a dazed state of mind. Hanzo blinked as he looked around, he was able to see his own breath but didnt sense a sign of coldness. The room was strange. There were no visable features. It was just a black box all the way around. The walls were cold and smooth to the touch. Hanzo fell back against the far wall as what sounded like an explosion rocked the room.

He smelled smoke and the metallic scent of blood, he was confused. What was going on? Where did that come from? Had he been captured? He could barely remember what he had been doing before he woke. It was only when he heard a strange voice did he remember the mission he had been in. The smoke made sense now...but where was the blood coming from?

He looked up as he heard the voice shouting, though it was split by white noise, "Ha-.....ake up!....Ba-Please"

Hanzo moved forward towards the middle of the room where the sound was strongest. he looked up slightly as an image flickered before him, Jesse. The cowboy looked like he nomally did on their days off, a loose red flannel and jeans. It was both of their's favorite flannel. It was soft with the sweet scent of the cowboy stuck on it.Though the cowboys familiar smile was gone, A scared grimace with flecks of blood on his fuzzy cheeks was all that remained. Hanzo moved closer, slowly and unsure of exactly what was happening.

He froze when the cowbow started to speak again. He was looking straight through him. " Baby please...Come back..i cant lose- Ange-!".
Hanzo dropped to his knees, the sight before him too much, he'd never wanted to hurt Jesse. Was this hell? Was he dieing? The image of his lover fadded, leaving him more alone than hed ever felt in that dark room. Hanzo didnt know how long he sat alone in the dark room. Unable to destinguish if time was moving faster or slowed.

He looked up once more as a light flickered to life once again. A young man with a bright smile and brilliant green hair seemed to appear in front of him. The mans face was bare of scars or any kind of wrinkle or blemish. Too young for the words coming from his mouth.

"Brother! Please no. No!", the mans face never changed, the same smile turning from sweet to terrifying in that moment.
Hanzo shook his head, trying to block the noise but it only seemed to echo louder in his mind. The sound was terrifying and the image distorted, Genjis clothes tearing as blood spilled from wounds that seemed to appear from nowhere.
Hanzo covered his eyes, though the images haunted him behind closed eyes. He tried to contact his dragons. If this was truly the spirit world then they would know what to do. When he opened his eyes after being unable to contact them he was surprised to be in a new room.

The room was a eggshell white. It looked alive and held a dark wood desk in what he thoughr ro be the center of the room.. It was decorated like a modorn office, minamilistic and monochromatic. It wasnt until hanzo moved forward and started to read some of the papers on the desk that he somewhat understood what was happening. The papers had names and events, some that looked back on peoples entire lives, everything good and bad theyd ever done.
Hanzo almost jumped when a door that he could have sworn was not there seemingly swung opened to show a man in a suit. The mans features seemed to change every moment, never settling to one image. The man looked up, almost dropping his cup of coffe when he saw hanzo.

The man quickly collected himself, walking behind the desk, "I do appologize...but you seem to be early Hanzo". The man sends his bitter smile to Him.

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Only the first part! a big thanks to my friend marc for betaing this!!