Dawn.
Once, when he had been nothing more than a child, it had been his favorite time of day. When the sun would begin to rise and the world would be bathed in gentle golden light. When the shadows that plagued the world would begin to fade, leaving what lurked within them to recede back into the lingering darkness.
Once, he too had been a child of the light. Spending all day in it's illuminating rays. Playing beneath the watchful eye of the sun. A true disciple of all that was good and pure. Young and full of innocence.
But darkness corrupted light, and he had fallen victim to it's allure. To it's whispered promises.
Had allowed himself to be corrupted.
Always had he thought that it would be a quick thing, all at once and sudden. But it was something that crept along the edges. Found the tiniest of cracks and the littlest of crevices and worked it's way in. Ate away at what remained until all that was left behind was darkness. Until no light remained, and all that radiated outwards were shadows of what had been.
His home was in the shadows. No longer could he withstand the strength of the light.
And he wondered how he was going to endure the bright shining ray that had attached it's self to him. Because this light shone from within, a beautiful spark that he doubted even the darkness could conquer.
...
There was still nothing to do. And he was curious if this was all this life contained. Just moving from one impossibly boring place to the next. They weren't even surrounded by seemingly endless woods, so asking to go out and explore on his own seemed like a futile endeavor he didn't even attempt.
Three days. Right now it appeared like they were going to stretch on forever. Because he had glanced at the clock that hung above the old, stuttering television at least seven times since he had woken up and he was beginning to grow certain that it hadn't moved a single inch.
Probably because it hadn't. A fact that, embarrassingly, he only realized on the eighth pass. When he knew for a fact that he had watched four episodes and at least two hours had gone by and the little hand was still in the exact same position. While the long one continued it's useless journey, working so hard to move something that no longer worked.
A distinctly resonating metaphor that suited his entire life almost perfectly.
A soft sigh slipped from his lips as he shifted, pushed himself up and reached for the next disk, intent on slipping it into the player and starting the next season. Because there was truly nothing else to be done. He had already checked the kitchen, hoping for at least something that could be used to cook a proper meal. But there was exactly one sauce pan, two bowls and two forks and that was a series of limitations he just couldn't work with.
It was all made worse, perhaps, by the fact that he was alone. Left in this state by the alpha since the before the sun had even properly risen. Because apparently there was something of vital importance that had to be done and he wasn't ready yet. A direct quote that he actually scoffed at. How could he know weather or not he was ready if he didn't even know what was being done?
And maybe that was the most irritating thing. The total lack of information. The lack of knowledge that he was being forced to contend with. He kept telling himself that if he only knew this or that, it would make all of this so much easier.
But would it? How would knowing where they are make any of this any easier? How would knowing what JK actually was make any of this go by any quicker?
It wouldn't. All it would do is make him even more a liability than he already was.
Distantly he could hear the sound of a train, whistle blowing as it passed through the sleepy little town and he wondered if there was even anyone else around to hear it. Turned the sound down on the television and listened as the wheels moved across the track. Kept time by counting them as they passed, until he was no longer sure which number he was even at. Laid back down and closed his eyes and let the sound soothe his frazzled nerves.
