Round 2 Written Part 2 PreviewHe didn't need to see the darkness to know the lights were out. He didn't need to feel the soft fabric to know what he wore. He didn't need to feel the rapidly beating heart against his back or the warm arms around his chest to know who was there. The walls would be the same; the sounds would be the same. The smell would be the same. Everything would be the same.
The words whispered in his ear confirmed it. The nightmare had returned. He would open his eyes and be in the same room, on the same bed, with that same body laying there, the stains soaking the bed. Those arms, as well. They would also be drenched in blood. That same blood, and that same voice, always saying those same words,
He shivered, the air growing colder and colder. How many times must he revisit this place? How long would it torment him? The memory clawed at his mind like a rabid animal, creating deeper and deeper gashes in his psyche. Breathing became more difficult and his heart pounded in h
FW R2 Written Half P1A young man stood outside one of the prison's many doors, his pointed ear pressed up against a small slit at eye level. His face was set in an expression of extreme concentration, attempting to focus on the noise within rather than the multitude of noises that echoes up from the depths of the abyss. Sweat broke on his brow as the noises from below increased in volume, impatience clear on his face. His shoulder length hair that framed his pale face was dishevelled from continuous movement, and his brow shone with exhaustion. Patches of sweat had begun to form on his red undershirt, a black duster coat insulating too well for extended running. His face was that of a young man, but the experiences had aged him. Face clean save for a patch on is chin; one would first take him to be in his early twenties. A silver monocle covered one eye, the les cracked from earlier combat. It soon began to cloud, and the youth took it off to clean. Pinching the lens between the folds of his coat, he spoke