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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:15 am
Recover
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"Have to hand it to you both, we hardly expected you to return intact" The voice was one he didn't know. One he couldn't place.
"Not without taking a few..souvenirs of course, from your ordeal."
He couldn't see nor open his eyes. Just listen. Listen in darkness. Unfeeling. Unknowing.
"In time we'll see how far the effects have gone. Just what's been.. altered." There was the sound of a chair scraping against tile.
"For now Hasan, you'll remain here, under watch. In a few days, if all goes well, we'll allow visitors. Still, it's hard to tell. Never had one die on us then recover, if it is a real recovery that is. So it's just precautions for now. You've got a good record though."
A door opened, he could make out a small blue light from the corner of his right eye.
"I guess we shouldn't be surprised that out of any of them, you two would have been the ones to survive."
The light faded.
He tasted nothing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:29 am
Renew
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His chest moved. Up and down, up and down. Breathing was painful. Actions needed to maintain 'living'. It hurt. Each beat of his heart hurt him as blood pumped in his veins. He knew this body. Knew the feeling of skin and raw flesh trapping him there, the chafing caused by fabric and bandages even though they would aid, heal him.
One eye had been sealed shut, and the prognosis was a bit grim. Deep tissue loss, nerve damage, permanent scarring, bone weakening- the list when on and on.
PTSD risk high, depression risk-high, Weapon bond-low, weapon responsiveness-low, FEAR resistance-low, FEAR core- stable. Perhaps a single good thing. His core was fine. So long as that was fine he'd be fine. He couldn't hear but he could. Everything was relayed. Everything heard fed. Altered perhaps, but given. Give and give that was all he did for him.
They were one. They were whole.
His hunter. His love. His chosen.
His Marcus
The one who would survive.
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:35 am
Rest
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How long would it take? How long until he could move? How long did he have to wait, trapped, chained and confided to a bed and bandages. How long until he could know if he really had survived?
There were no answers.
Just silence.
There was a certain comfort in it. In that black, void that was his own mind. The place where he could simply be alone. It was almost comforting. Not warm but cold. A dull cool cold that would wash over him. Let him relax, let him rest.
He didn't taste blood, he didn't feel warm. Just a cold embrace. It helped him worry less. It didn't hurt.
It let him sleep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:42 am
Remember
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It burned. Light burned. He screamed and tried to move away from it. Tried to escape the heat, the light. White and hot it seared him. It stung like a million red hot needles. Hands on his body, holding him scaled him. Hot flesh, warm flesh. It was too much. Too much.
Words became screams, each touch another phantom hand of claws and blades. His lungs begged for air- air that would drown him, that choked him. One eye could see flickering shadows, the other that horrible light. That horrible burning white and blue light. Voices were melding with screams, turning into white noise.
His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
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His name.
His name.
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His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
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His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
His name.
He could feel it. Liquid, cool, running down the side of his face.
He'd forgotten what it felt like, to be alive.
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 9:50 am
Live
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The world was dark.
Lights were off yet he could see. Vivid colors, shapes. He could see. It hurt. His body hurt. This body hurt. It's chest rose and fell. It's heart pounded. Blood echoed in the room. His blood. His blood bounced off the walls, echoing in rhythm.
His mouth hurt yet it could move. It could open. Close. Lips wetted. Extended maw tested, teeth polished by tongue. Eyelids moved up and down. Fingers and toes wiggled.
His name echoed down the hall, behind the door.
He couldn't move his head yet he knew it was there.
He could hear it.
Hear the echo.
It was his own heart beat.
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