Nov Prompt: Dark Hallway. "How are you gonna hide till you disappear?"
Set before Biggs' death.
Dark (Dim) Hallways
The outside matched the inside. That's the first think he noticed. And it had for a while. Dim concrete hallways. Empty. Echoing with cold. Shacking, painful cold.
A person had been there once. X5-331845739494. He had filled these dim halls once. Given them light and warmth. Character. Distinction. Maybe even soul.
But then he woke up. Cold. Alone. No warm bodies near his. No siblings who knew the shape of his mind. Of the halls built there. The rooms filled with him.
Alone. Alone. Alone. And the cold. He shook with it. The room he was in had only one way out. To dim hallways. Empty dim hallways. That led to places even worse.
Filled with burning light. Faceless monsters. With cold eyes. Cold hands. Cold tables under burning lights. And needles. Red lasers. Straps and cold sharp things that made him want the hallways back. The dim. The empty.
But it was never cold enough to dim the pain. Cold seeping in to the warm places. Pain. Cutting out the warm light. Pain. Emptying each room. Hallowing out.
The dim cold became comforting. Better than the burning light, eyes, room, knives, needles. Emptying room after room. Filling them with cold nothing.
The inside matched the outside. Hollow. Without content, or character. Just and empty structure with no feature. Except the non features.
Just cold pain.
. . . . . .
He woke with a whimper. A sort of mind numbingly terrified noise only small kittens are capable of making. The memories snuck up on him at the most random of times. A nap or a daydream or a good nights sleep gone terribly wrong. Next thing he knew he'd suddenly be back to the whimpering empty little shell of a ten year old boy who had been taken apart, destroyed, and rebuilt. Because a twin he hadn't even known about had run away.
He shook with cold and he was to numb and frightened to even be able to tell if it was internal or outside of himself and valid. He couldn't think. Couldn't pull himself together so he sought safety. Like a small animal not the predator he usually was. Blankets trailed after him across the floor as he stumbled out of his room, knees nearly giving way more than once.
It felt like an eternity of being cold, lost, lonely and hurt but eventually he crept into his brother's room and curled up on the foot of his bed. And impossibly small knot of tangled blankets and shivering X5.
Muse:Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word Count: 423
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Dark (Dim) Hallways
The outside matched the inside. That's the first think he noticed. And it had for a while. Dim concrete hallways. Empty. Echoing with cold. Shacking, painful cold.
A person had been there once. X5-331845739494. He had filled these dim halls once. Given them light and warmth. Character. Distinction. Maybe even soul.
But then he woke up. Cold. Alone. No warm bodies near his. No siblings who knew the shape of his mind. Of the halls built there. The rooms filled with him.
Alone. Alone. Alone. And the cold. He shook with it. The room he was in had only one way out. To dim hallways. Empty dim hallways. That led to places even worse.
Filled with burning light. Faceless monsters. With cold eyes. Cold hands. Cold tables under burning lights. And needles. Red lasers. Straps and cold sharp things that made him want the hallways back. The dim. The empty.
But it was never cold enough to dim the pain. Cold seeping in to the warm places. Pain. Cutting out the warm light. Pain. Emptying each room. Hallowing out.
The dim cold became comforting. Better than the burning light, eyes, room, knives, needles. Emptying room after room. Filling them with cold nothing.
The inside matched the outside. Hollow. Without content, or character. Just and empty structure with no feature. Except the non features.
Just cold pain.
. . . . . .
He woke with a whimper. A sort of mind numbingly terrified noise only small kittens are capable of making. The memories snuck up on him at the most random of times. A nap or a daydream or a good nights sleep gone terribly wrong. Next thing he knew he'd suddenly be back to the whimpering empty little shell of a ten year old boy who had been taken apart, destroyed, and rebuilt. Because a twin he hadn't even known about had run away.
He shook with cold and he was to numb and frightened to even be able to tell if it was internal or outside of himself and valid. He couldn't think. Couldn't pull himself together so he sought safety. Like a small animal not the predator he usually was. Blankets trailed after him across the floor as he stumbled out of his room, knees nearly giving way more than once.
It felt like an eternity of being cold, lost, lonely and hurt but eventually he crept into his brother's room and curled up on the foot of his bed. And impossibly small knot of tangled blankets and shivering X5.
Muse:Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word Count: 423
Comments this way.