Dark Little Things (A Bucky Barnes Fanfic)

Prologue

Prologue

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At first, there was nothing: no sound, no sight, nothing. The world was a vast, blank canvas; an empty void. There there was a pounding sensation, an overpowering feeling that overshadowed everything else. It caused an achey pain to fill the blank universe.

Confusion? Fear?

The words were foreign to me, yet familiar. I had heard them before, I was certain. Those two words were explanations for what I was feeling. The moment they came to mind, I was bombarded with words, thoughts, emotions. It was a whirlwind of blurry images and colors, their names coming and going, blinking in and out of my head faster than I would have thought possible.

I did not understand what I was thinking and seeing in my mind, and I was terrified. I felt weightless, like I was floating, but the water was dark and deep, and suddenly I was falling, falling, falling, drowning in its depths and suffocating under an inexplicable pressure.

And then the sound barrier broke; I could hear. I was no longer deaf. Though the sound was distant, faint, it was there all the same: whispering voices that made little sense. It was impossible to discern whether or not they were male or female of a mix of both, for they were still so imperceptible.

The other noises began to cloud out the voices, and I began to feel properly. At first, there were faint sensations - tinglings, almost. They began somewhere...fingers? Yes, fingers. Starting from the tips of them, a warmth spread throughout my knuckles and over my palms before continuing to wind its way up my arms, permeating throughout the whole of my being.

Thoughts began to sharpen themselves, no longer jumbling together to create a messy blob of confusion. I began to make sense of the darkness, of the warmth, forcing myself to mentally identify the different parts of my body so that I would remember properly. It was as though I had forgotten every little thing. It took me a few moments to recall where my feet were located, mind still organizing itself.

The voices were growing louder, as if I was nearing them. Suddenly, I could hear and make out the syllables, the letters being pronounced. The words made little sense, and I tried to follow the vague, hazy conversations. Slowly, the ability to comprehend speech returned to me.

"...she's unstable. Her heart beat..."

"...I'm not sure if that's wise, sir. She's never stirred like this in over..."

"...and when she does, what do we tell her?"

Who were they talking about? What was happening?

The tingling subsided, and I was able to feel. There was something soft beneath the tips of my fingers, tickling the palms of my hands. I attempted to move them, to somehow connect my mind with the muscles in my body and command them. However, I was unsuccessful. After another unimaginable amount of time trying in vain to move my limbs, I gave up, succumbing once more to blissful unconsciousness.

The voices faded, and the feelings did as well. I began to fall back into the darkness I had found myself in before when a voice stopped me:

"Like hell, we will."

Something tore at my chest, an incoherent sound ripping its way up my throat. It was a name. A name was trying to desperately break through my lips, but I could not recall it; I couldn't find what consonents I was trying to form with the lips I could not feel. Whatever emotions the voice had awakened in me, they were causing a chain reaction.