Anyway, finished this up after I went into overdrive again and passed everything. It's not so hard to guess who this person is, yes?
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Just a little more...
Were the words spoken, so devoid of any feeling he was comfortable with. But then, he hadn’t even thought that those words were meant to comfort him at all. Bastards he knew the lot of them were.
He heard screams echoing beyond the slightly ajar door, belonging to some unfortunate soul such as him. But he could not bring himself to care, at least not when his senses were being sent into a flurry of panic as he saw the sharp instruments being laid out on the table beside him, ready to be stained red with his blood.
His own cries pierced his ears, his vision swam as he thrashed against the bonds that strapped him helplessly to the cold metal table. The pain, amplified threefold from the fluids injected into his body, along with the harsh light above forced him to shut his eyes. Soon his struggles ceased, pleasing his captors that he was beginning to weaken. But that was until he struggled one last time, kicking at the closest man and sent him hurtling back into the others in surprise. He felt his lips quirking up into a triumphant grin, only to have it wiped off his face when he was mercilessly assaulted for his deed. Tears spilled out from the corner of his eyes as he tried vainly to keep from releasing a throaty scream of agony, renewing his struggle once again.
Fools. Cowards. Beasts. Monsters...!
What had he done to deserve this? He had grown thinking that things such as this were only done on people who were condemned for such punishment, or that this sort of torture only existed within the pages of a book. Yet reality proved him wrong on so many levels.
He squeezed his eyes shut, silently praying to whatever Gods he still believed in that it would all be over. That everything would be over... finished... that he could finally be free from this wretched pain and suffering—
“Just a little more...”
Came the gentle, broken whisper. It echoed in the sudden silence of his surroundings. No whirls of a machine, no soft tinkling of glass against glass, and no murmurs of those voices he so despised. Just sweet, beguiling silence. A soft caress on his fevered brow elicited a pained whimper from him, and yet he chose to nuzzle closer to the touch. Familiar, oh so familiar was the warmth. And that voice... that voice sang of a lullaby his mother used to sing when he was a child afraid to sleep through a storm. He couldn’t remember the words too well, but it did not matter. For the voice itself was comforting enough to lull him into a dream of peace, into the world where he was happy, safe and surrounded with love, away from this prison and all the torture that laid beyond that steel door.
He shifted, feeling no straps tying him down, but the loss of that gentle hand on his brow, and the voice accompanying it also came to his senses. He panicked, running in the darkness with no real aim. He felt himself trip, but his body never met the floor. He kept falling. Falling deeper and deeper into the darkness...
!! Blagh !!
He let out a short cry of surprise, eyes wide open as the world was thrown upside down. The lights were no longer harsh, but natural sunlight that came seeping in through the half-veiled windows, casting half the room in a hazy morning afterglow. He gave himself a moment to re-orient himself.
Blink. Blink. Blink. A long yawn escaped him and then he blinked again.
So he’d fallen out of bed. About the fifth time this week.
Groaning, he rubbed his dully aching head, looking back to the bed at its other occupant obliviously asleep. He pouted, reaching out to ruffle that short mess of dark hair against the stark white pillows. He smiled when the owner groaned and instinctively turned her back on him, nuzzling her face back into the pillow she held in a firm grip. A chuckle escaped him as he resettled himself beside the woman, pulling the covers over them both. He ran a hand slowly, idly up one bare arm, brushing away locks of her hair and placed a kiss on her cheek.
There were no changes in her peaceful expression, no signs that she had felt it at all. But it did not disappoint him, no. He wrapped an arm around her waist, closing the distance between their bodies. He nuzzled her hair, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to drift off into sleep once more, comforted by the thought that the nightmares would not plague him now. Not with his knight so close.
The nightmares of his past would not touch him, though they still haunted him when they could. He knew that. But he was getting stronger, strong enough to begin breaking free from what binds him to that past.
... Just a little more...
END ENTRY.
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