Prince of the Moon

Chapter 2: Malevolent Temples

This chapter really sucks, so bear with me here. Once I get feedback from Young Writers' Society, I'm going to go over and fix everything, don't you worry :P

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Of course it was black. The only thing that Thomas ever saw anymore. Black and, when he rarely awoke, Toffee stabbing a needle inside of him. At some points, he woke up to the daily torture with his back getting branded or a knife being scraped across his arm. Then, the pain would make Thomas black out again.

Of course, Thomas wasn't afraid of that anymore. Since that was a daily occurrence, he grew used to waking up to bruises and scars dotting his body while Toffee inserted a needle into those spots. Then, of course, Thomas would fall unconscious yet again.

Thomas felt like he was floating in the cryogenic container that Toffee put him in the one time, but instead of the freezing cold of the cryogenic chamber, it was warm and soft, like a comforter. He also could move as he wished without hitting any hard, glass sides. However, when Thomas looked down, his heart skipped several beats.

There was a face staring at him.

It was horrifying. Tan skin stretched over the square-ish face shape, revealing a handsome face with a roman nose and eyes like chocolate staring at Thomas through wide eyelashes. They were framed by almost inhumanly curved eyebrows. There was a prominent mole on his left cheek, going well with the messy dark brown hair that the face sported. When Thomas looked closer, there was a red thing that looked like a hoodie hood around his slender neck.

Before Thomas could look at the face more, it smiled, blinding Thomas with straight white teeth; obviously this boy listened to his dentist. At least, Thomas was sure that it was a boy. He had a boy-ish feel to his aura, if Thomas could describe it as nothing else. The boy turned back to face whatever he was watching before.

"I still don't like you, Tom," the boy said. There was a certain musical tone to his voice, as well as a tinge of happiness. Thomas loved it immediately.

The view of the face shifted, showing a zombie--at least, what Thomas thought was a zombie--fighting some men in usher uniforms. He didn't know how it happened, but he was disappointed as well. He wanted to look at the boy more.

"I still don't like you either, Marco," Thomas said. It was automatic. He didn't not like the boy; Marco, his name was.

What had the boy called him, Tom? Thomas knew that Tom was short for his name, but he hated it. Tom seemed like a douche's name to him. No wonder he said that he didn't like this Marco boy.

The picture froze on the boy's face, making some crumbs on his face obvious. Marco seemed to glow from the light behind him. Thomas had the urge to reach out and caress Marco's cheek. However, as Thomas reached his arm out, Marco's face cracked and the pieces shattered in oblivion.

Thomas cried out, seemingly in pain, as the blackness began to press down on him and crush him, pinning him down to the ground that Thomas was not aware existed before. As Thomas gasped for air, his eyes shot open.

A girl dressed in white--a nurse, a voice in his head told Thomas dimly--called out that the "mystery patient" was awake. Thomas was confused. Who was the mystery patient? A bolt of realization struck him. He was the mystery patient. He had just woken up, didn't he?

There were needles everywhere. Thomas forced himself not to hyperventilate about it. He didn't want Toffee to know about his weakness. Of course, he was sure that Toffee knew already, but he didn't want to take any chances.

Thomas started to sit up, but the same girl pushed him down onto the lying position. She pressed against the metal in his left arm, making Thomas wince.