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muserevival2015-04-03 01:25 am
letyourcolorsburst) wrote in muserevival2015-04-03 01:25 am
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089.1. Muse Prompt: Lyrics
"Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I'm lost
Consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain."
• In My Darkest Hour, Megadeath
Pain was the first awareness he had when his consciousness started to claw back. Pain all over. It was impossible to isolate the source of it. It wasn't helping that he felt like he was paralysed for a few terrifying moments. Or maybe it was minutes, possibly hours? He had no awareness of time either. He had no idea where he was, or what was wrong. The attempt to fight it was fruitless. He couldn't move, and it took awhile for him to realise that he wasn't paralysed... he was tied up.
His returning consciousness seemed to ignite an icy terror that sliced through him. He was tied up, on his back, hands strapped above his head and something that smelled like chemicals, mould and body odour was wrapped around his mouth. His eyes were covered by a coarse fabric so tight that it felt like a vice around his pounding head. Struggling was an automatic response. He tugged so roughly at the restraints around his wrists that he nearly dislocated his shoulder, a sob he couldn't prevent muffled with the gag.
Not being able to see where he was sparked the worst panic in him that he had ever felt. He knew that up to now, he had been lucky to have had a relatively calm life. That had all changed recently. But at that moment, he wasn't wishing he could go back to the calm. He was increasingly freaking out that something worse had happened to his lover.
Trying to scream Lorenzo's name, it was just swallowed up by the foul smelling fabric. Panicked tears that tried to fell were rapidly soaked up by the cloak over his eyes, obscuring his vision from everything but darkness. In any other place, the pain he was feeling would be all-encompassing and crippling, but the fear transformed it into a numbness controlled by a suffocating horror. Was he going to die? Was Lorenzo? Holly?
Or were they already dead?
That was the thought that preceded the darkness violently being torn away. A blinding light felt like it was burning his eyes, sensitive from being covered and, before that, unconsciousness, to the view surrounding him. He didn't even have the luxury of putting his hands over his eyes to shut it out, and trying to squeeze them shut to block out the laser-like light.
"Open your fucking eyes, you dumb cunt! Smile for the camera," a gravelly voice growled from above him and his face was grabbed roughly so a calloused finger could pry one of his eyes open.
He didn't know where he was, but as soon as his eye was opened, he saw a phone with a light behind held close to him, recording his every sound, every move. His protests were pointless because any words were gagged, but that didn't stop him trying. The fighting was the worst thing he could do, though. More verbal abuse was spat at him and he was taunted further with, 'Wave to your fucking whore of a deadbeat dad boyfriend! Want to blow him a kiss? Well, tough shit. You can blow this, faggot."
The last thing Lewis saw was the disgusting gappy sneer of yellowed teeth with a half-spent cigarette hanging from the corner of dried lips when the captor grabbed his own crotch and gave it a squeeze. As he did, the ash from the smoke dropped onto Lewis' chest when the bastard issued a cocky bark of a laugh, right before he punched Lewis sharply in the side of his head, knocking him out cold into unconsciousness yet again.
lewis sheldon ~ original character
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I'm lost
Consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain."
• In My Darkest Hour, Megadeath
Pain was the first awareness he had when his consciousness started to claw back. Pain all over. It was impossible to isolate the source of it. It wasn't helping that he felt like he was paralysed for a few terrifying moments. Or maybe it was minutes, possibly hours? He had no awareness of time either. He had no idea where he was, or what was wrong. The attempt to fight it was fruitless. He couldn't move, and it took awhile for him to realise that he wasn't paralysed... he was tied up.
His returning consciousness seemed to ignite an icy terror that sliced through him. He was tied up, on his back, hands strapped above his head and something that smelled like chemicals, mould and body odour was wrapped around his mouth. His eyes were covered by a coarse fabric so tight that it felt like a vice around his pounding head. Struggling was an automatic response. He tugged so roughly at the restraints around his wrists that he nearly dislocated his shoulder, a sob he couldn't prevent muffled with the gag.
Not being able to see where he was sparked the worst panic in him that he had ever felt. He knew that up to now, he had been lucky to have had a relatively calm life. That had all changed recently. But at that moment, he wasn't wishing he could go back to the calm. He was increasingly freaking out that something worse had happened to his lover.
Trying to scream Lorenzo's name, it was just swallowed up by the foul smelling fabric. Panicked tears that tried to fell were rapidly soaked up by the cloak over his eyes, obscuring his vision from everything but darkness. In any other place, the pain he was feeling would be all-encompassing and crippling, but the fear transformed it into a numbness controlled by a suffocating horror. Was he going to die? Was Lorenzo? Holly?
Or were they already dead?
That was the thought that preceded the darkness violently being torn away. A blinding light felt like it was burning his eyes, sensitive from being covered and, before that, unconsciousness, to the view surrounding him. He didn't even have the luxury of putting his hands over his eyes to shut it out, and trying to squeeze them shut to block out the laser-like light.
"Open your fucking eyes, you dumb cunt! Smile for the camera," a gravelly voice growled from above him and his face was grabbed roughly so a calloused finger could pry one of his eyes open.
He didn't know where he was, but as soon as his eye was opened, he saw a phone with a light behind held close to him, recording his every sound, every move. His protests were pointless because any words were gagged, but that didn't stop him trying. The fighting was the worst thing he could do, though. More verbal abuse was spat at him and he was taunted further with, 'Wave to your fucking whore of a deadbeat dad boyfriend! Want to blow him a kiss? Well, tough shit. You can blow this, faggot."
The last thing Lewis saw was the disgusting gappy sneer of yellowed teeth with a half-spent cigarette hanging from the corner of dried lips when the captor grabbed his own crotch and gave it a squeeze. As he did, the ash from the smoke dropped onto Lewis' chest when the bastard issued a cocky bark of a laugh, right before he punched Lewis sharply in the side of his head, knocking him out cold into unconsciousness yet again.