damien harrington, human x-ray machine (seesthrough) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-03 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, ! plot: kidnapping, damien harrington |
WHO: Damien Harrington
WHAT: Awakening
WHEN: Some hours after this
WHERE: North America Kidnapper compound, somewhere new
WARNINGS: Imprisonment, violence
STATUS: complete
His sleep had been deep, not of his own volition. It was the dreamless kind, one where he hadn't been able to linger between asleep and awake. He hadn't been aware of anything around him. Not even the feeling of the needles piercing the skin of his arm and sliding deep into his vein had woken him. His sleep was still deep, for hours afterwards, holding him in a tight grip. It was relentless, pulling any waking thought far away from his consciousness. As it worked its way through his body, he had no knowledge. He felt nothing. He woke in an unfamiliar place. Panic rose up through his body, his ragged breaths caught violently in his throat. His last waking memory was the taser, the same pain that he'd felt when he'd first been running from them. There'd been nowhere to run this time, and he'd just had to fall unconscious. He tried to stand, but he was tied down. Restraints bound his arms and legs to the bed, and all he could do was twist his body and try to see if any of the others were there. There was no friendly face. Just a sheet keeping him apart from whatever lay beyond, just a gurney. Machines that emitted soft beeps. An IV. A person watching, writing things down. Damien shouted, hoarse and cutting through the silence as well as scraping at his throat. He shouted wildly, indistinct words as his brain slurred and tried to catch up. He was panicking, unable to think clearly through the pain and the nausea. There was something below the sluggish feeling that had overcome him, his stomach turning and his forehead burning even as he started to realise that nothing was right. There was something, he could feel it stinging every nerve and causing pain even as he struggled to determine where he was. His vision was blurring and then focusing, the telling itch of his powers just behind his eyelids as he fought against the pain. He needed to see, he needed to be able to see what had happened and where he was. His head was thumping in pain as his vision tried to change and his body tried to access that strange ability that was only his. His vision obscured again just as he caught sight of the bandage covering the burning feeling that surrounded the puncture wound on his arm, and he fell unconscious once again. |