| [May. 4th, 2009|04:30 pm] |
Watching Raidou's burned, bandaged face contorting in agony as he tried to stand was nearly as bad as watching him tortured had been. Hearing him say, even for a moment, I can't, was almost enough to rob Genma of his own hope. "Rai, listen to me--" he started.
Then Raidou jerked and fell, and Genma surged against his bonds, instinct to catch his friend before he hit the ground overriding logic and the sure reality that he was still bound. The manacles cut into nerveless wrists, the shackle around his sprained ankle bit painfully into swollen, bruised flesh.
Raidou lay on his side on the cold concrete, drawing deep, rasping breaths, making sounds Genma never wanted to hear again.
Why had they turned Raidou loose? Was it a malfunction in the locks on the restraints? The facility was decommissioned, after all, but it still clearly had electricity, so...
"Hang on, Rai. Give it a minute, it should ease off." As long as there was no nerve damage, as long as Raidou could get enough air and get his hands moving, there was hope at last. "Breathe--"
As abruptly as Raidou's had, Genma's irons sprang open. He staggered and fell, unable to protect his face with outstretched hands, because his arms were completely unresponsive after their long hanging; he twisted to the right, landing on his bandaged shoulder with a harsh grunt.
The door slid open. |
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