When I became aware again, at first I didn't realize that anything had changed. I was lying on the ground in a dark cold place, the same as before; the only difference was that the distant sound of sirens had stopped.
"Heero?" I muttered, as I pushed myself up, still groggy. I couldn't see him anywhere in the immediate vicinity; had someone come and taken him away? And if so, why had they left me behind? I focused against the darkness, and reached out to try and find the corridor wall to orient myself.
My hand met nothing but empty space, and a sudden dread crawled down my spine as I realized that I was no longer in the station hallway. The darkness was clinging, oppressive, but not absolute; I could see a little way into the dimness that stretched out over the flat ground in all directions. The sky was a solid mass of black churning clouds, and if there was any light behind them it never showed through. What little illumination there was came from below, and underlit the clouds just enough to show that they were there. It was very unsettling.
"Heero...?" I repeated, a little louder, a little less certain. I examined the evidence, and sorted through the alternatives. One, I did not remember being taken off the base back to Earth. Two, this didn't look like any place on Earth anyway. Three, I was almost certainly not dreaming -- although there was a qualifier or two on that one. Four, my last memory was of the unnatural convulsions that struck Heero, and through my Spaceheart, me. Finally, the last time I had experienced anything remotely like this was the time I had unwittingly entered Heero's mind.
Conclusion? That was where I was again. It had to be.
This wasn't exactly like the first time, though. I patted myself down; it certainly felt like I was actually there, and solid. And the landscape was much more clearly defined than last time. Nor could I hear Heero's thoughts...
As if in response to that, a whisper seemed to brush against the back of my neck. I actually jumped, and whirled around like a scalded cat, but there was nothing there. A strange tingle like ghostly laughter ran up my spine, and I shivered. This was beyond unreal...
Slowly, I started walking. I wasn't sure which direction I was going, but then again, it probably didn't matter. This wasn't a real place, so whichever way I tried to go, I would almost certainly end up in the same place. Sooner or later I would have to find Heero...
Re: Torn 6
Date: 2006-02-21 11:31 am (UTC)When I became aware again, at first I didn't realize that anything had changed. I was lying on the ground in a dark cold place, the same as before; the only difference was that the distant sound of sirens had stopped.
"Heero?" I muttered, as I pushed myself up, still groggy. I couldn't see him anywhere in the immediate vicinity; had someone come and taken him away? And if so, why had they left me behind? I focused against the darkness, and reached out to try and find the corridor wall to orient myself.
My hand met nothing but empty space, and a sudden dread crawled down my spine as I realized that I was no longer in the station hallway. The darkness was clinging, oppressive, but not absolute; I could see a little way into the dimness that stretched out over the flat ground in all directions. The sky was a solid mass of black churning clouds, and if there was any light behind them it never showed through. What little illumination there was came from below, and underlit the clouds just enough to show that they were there. It was very unsettling.
"Heero...?" I repeated, a little louder, a little less certain. I examined the evidence, and sorted through the alternatives. One, I did not remember being taken off the base back to Earth. Two, this didn't look like any place on Earth anyway. Three, I was almost certainly not dreaming -- although there was a qualifier or two on that one. Four, my last memory was of the unnatural convulsions that struck Heero, and through my Spaceheart, me. Finally, the last time I had experienced anything remotely like this was the time I had unwittingly entered Heero's mind.
Conclusion? That was where I was again. It had to be.
This wasn't exactly like the first time, though. I patted myself down; it certainly felt like I was actually there, and solid. And the landscape was much more clearly defined than last time. Nor could I hear Heero's thoughts...
As if in response to that, a whisper seemed to brush against the back of my neck. I actually jumped, and whirled around like a scalded cat, but there was nothing there. A strange tingle like ghostly laughter ran up my spine, and I shivered. This was beyond unreal...
Slowly, I started walking. I wasn't sure which direction I was going, but then again, it probably didn't matter. This wasn't a real place, so whichever way I tried to go, I would almost certainly end up in the same place. Sooner or later I would have to find Heero...
Or Duo.