Shattered

Chapter 18

Lloyd didn't know what was happening besides that his side was burning and he was barely breathing.

Which is a never good way to wake up.

He shifted, or at least he thinks he does, everything is too blurry and dark and fuzzy and his memories were mixing together in a confusing, mumbled mess, still not quite sure what was going on.

He didn't know where he was or how he could there or why it was so dark or even if he had opened his eyes or not, his mind and body were disconnected from each other, like he was watching him and everything else from a distance, from the sky.

Fuck, why was it so hard to breathe?

Remember.

God, he needs to remember what happened.

He tried to force his energy, his chaos, it didn't really matter what to shift and circulate in his brain and try and figure out what the hell happened to him, but it didn't work.

Why didn't it work?

He could feel his chaos in the back of his mind, and when he pulled on it, tried to free it from its cage and let it free, it was like something was blocking it, like chains were pulling it back and down and a wall was forcing back whatever part of it Lloyd could actually grasp.

God, why was his side burning even worse than before?

The shrapnel in him shouldn't be-

The shrapnel.

An echoing boom shattering his eardrums, his bones, his joints, muscles, and ligaments pulling and twisting and breaking under the impact of the wall and floor against his body. A sharp, lingering, and aching pain traveling from his side into every single part of his body, into his body, mind, and soul, not being able to use his abilities because of the stone in his side

Oh.

He had...what did Adam call it, silent stone, in him? That wasn't what it was called, he...remembers it starting with a v, but maybe Adam had messed with it somehow, chemically changed it.

Okay. Okay so he was stabbed by Adam with something that was blocking his abilities.

What happened after that?

Where is he?

Where is everyone else?

There was an almost suffocating pressure weighing down on every part of his body, seeping into his bones, blood, cells, everywhere, like it was trying to force him down and stay where he was. Wherever that hell it was, he isn't be able to move easily, he was still stabbed and probably bleeding, his memory is slightly impaired which possibly meant a head wound, he couldn't use his abilities, and he was barely breathing.

Lloyd shifted, testing to see if his body still reacted to what his brain told it to do, though when it did and his arm moved, something small, earthy, and dry shifted with it.

Okay. Okay. That's information. What's small, smells earthy, dry to the touch, and heavy when it's packed on?

Think.

Think think think think think-

-dirt.

He was buried.

He was buried alive.

Well, that explains a lot.

Fuck, no wonder he was having trouble breathing, it's because he really hadn't been for...god how long was it now?