A sound that might have been a muted exclamation of pain, or perhaps even a response, issued from deep within his chest.
It felt as if a hive of bees had been loosed in his body, the effect of the paralyzing drugs beginning to rapidly wear off. The thin skin of his eyelids seemed to spasm, the murky eyes beneath rolling.
I will wail and shed tears of blood-
Somewhere, he could feel that unholy boil seething deep in his veins. But it frothed like some caged beast, rather than rampaging through him. It seemed to shriek, demanding that his ravaged body protect itself from the impending black.
He could barely hear the soft, shuffled, quick sounds of a person above the wash of his own blood. But he could sense another like him near him. Again, the beast demanded that he fight.
Sergei Vladimir gave a strangled sound, the vaguest feeling of anger creeping through him at this almost sentient other force inside his own body.