Chains

Troy?

I twirled around the floor, humming to the music that blarred in my ears. I usually tuned the world out, with music; some Hollywood Dead, or some other rock artists. I ended up infront of the doors, that lead to the Abyss; and I stopped. I took my headphones off my ears so they hung around my neck.

Everything seemed to standstill for a second,  then came the blast. The blast nocked me off my feet and sent me flying acrossed the room. When everything quieted, I stood up though my body hurt. I looked around and saw a figure laying infront of the doors. Instantly I thought it was a chain; a creature from the Abyss that needed a contractor to survive in this dimension.  But as I got closer I reliezed it was human. He was unconscious for sure, but there was something to him that I recognized.

I got closer to the figure in a black cloak. 'Who wears those now adays?' I asked myself. He seemed injured for he was leeking blood onto the floor. I rolled him over and saw his face.

NO IT CANT BE!!

ITS NOT POSSIBLE.....

"Troy?" I asked aloud. He couldnt here me, I brushed back his familiar, brown; slightly, curly hair. His eyes were closed and his face pale. I found his wound on his arm and dressed it with a piece of ripped shirt.

I sat next to him thinking how I was going to get him to a room. I was way to little to drag him or carry him. I didnt want any servant to tattle to Dad.

So I waited tell he woke up and mabey, just mabey we could sneak back to the rooms. Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours. "Where am I?" A groggy voice asked, I turned and saw Troy awake. "Are you okay, Troy?" I asked knealing besides him. He focused golden/ red eyes on me. "Who's Troy?" He asked.