I'll Be Your Batman

Chapter 2: Blinded By Rage

"Derek." A firm voice says.

I hear it clearly, but I don't see who said it. All I see is darkness. Everything is black. I try to move, hoping I can stand and see who this person was that was calling my name, but I can't move. I am
blind and immobile.

"Derek. Wake up. It's time for you to wake up." The voice speaks again.

I was asleep? I didn't feel asleep. Normally, I slept peacefully, but I feel anything but peaceful. I feel terrible. But why? Since I can't see, I try to focus on my other senses. Besides the voice, I don't hear anything. Wait. I do hear something. A constant bumping. A pattern. I listen harder and also hear a whooshing sound that comes with the bumping. A heartbeat. Actually, two heartbeats. One was louder, and I soon recognize it as my own.

At least I'm alive.

Hearing something is nice, but I need to see. There is something blocking me from seeing though, it isn't my vision. . . My eyelids. I need to open my eyes, why am I so disoriented? I should know that I need to open my eyes to be fully awake. Even babies know that, several hours after birth. But is this a dream, or reality? Then again, if I am in a dream, why would I be trying to wake up? I would only try to force myself to wake up if this was a nightmare. Maybe this is worse though. At least in a nightmare, I know that something bad is happening, here there is nothing. Nothing is happening. I want to hear the voice again. I want to hear directions. I am done being here.

I wait, but I don't hear the voice again.

This sucks. This really sucks. I'm so freaking bored. There is nothing here. I can't see, or hear anything now, except for my own heartbeat. Why am I here?

I decide to focus on my others senses, I had only covered two out of five. I try to feel something, anything, but I can't even lift my arms. I focus on my fingertips, trying to feel what lay underneath them, but I feel nothing. Just as I am about to give up, I feel something. Pain, but at least it is something. It is centered at my torso area, but the worst is at my side. The pain increases and I feel like someone is tugging at my skin, pulling it different ways. I can't tell if I am healing, or if I am getting worse.

The pain gets so unbearable that I find the ability to use my throat and scream out in pain. I usually never show that I am in pain, but this hurts so bad, that I can'f help but yell.

Then I hear the voice. "Derek! Derek, you need to wake up, now." The voice speaks. Another one speaks, this one more feminine. "Derek, come on! It isn't going to go away unless you wake up!"

But how can I wake up? I focus on my eyes again, trying to open them, but to no avail. I need to be stronger. I need to shift. Though I am not sure how, I try my hardest to shift into my wolf and open my eyes.

When I finally opened them, I scream. I scream in pain, in frustration, and in triumph, but mostly in pain. What the hell was causing all this? I look down at my torso and gasp. It is ripped into shreds and a huge bite mark is on my left side.

"Derek! You're awake!" The feminine voice says. Arms wrap around me, forcing me into some kind of embrace, but I don't want it. I don't want anyone touching me. I shove the arms off of me and stand up, backing into a corner.

I look at my surroundings and notice people in front of me. Laura, my mother, and Deaton stand before me, looking dumbfounded.

"Derek, you need to calm down. You're okay now." Deaton says.

What did he mean okay now? Then I remembered. It all came back to me like a dam bursting after being filled with water and I almost step back from the impact. How could I forget? Peter, he was the one who attacked me, he caused all of these injures.