2-10-2002

Title: Crimson *Sequel to Purgatory*
Warnings: Angst, POV, Language, OOC/AU?
Pairings: None
Author: SdstcOne
Disclaimers: Don’t Own, Don’t Sue, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

 

Ugh…blasted headache. The pain is dulled just enough so that my headed doesn’t feel like exploding, yet I feel so tired, drained. It is hard to open my eyes. I seem to be having trouble moving at all….what happened….?

A faint, yet steady, beep off to my left, so monotonous that I almost doze back off into sleep…

My fingers twitch…the back of my hand is itching…where the hell am I?

I struggle to open my eyes, lids feel like they are sealed shut; they part just a crack and immediately I snap them shut again, blinded by bright light…sending pain racing through my throbbing head.

Another noise off to my right…it sounds almost familiar…but I can’t place it…I try to open my eyes again…and am relieved, somewhat, that the blinding light has diminished.

Everything looks blurred…fractured…

After an eternity, well to myself, everything comes back into focus and I turn my head, movements lethargic, to the left. There is someone sitting there…but can’t make out just who it is…

“Hn.”

The grunted word, if it is considered a word, fills my ears, reverberates through my skull, and vibrates in my mind….shaking me to the very core.

What is he doing here….just where the hell am I??

The fuck is going on…?

I try to speak, but no words come forth….I watch as he leans closer…his eyes glaring, burning me….hurting….

He gets up from the chair and leaves my line of vision…no words….

I hear a door open…and close….not quite slam shut….

Struggling to move, I turn my head towards the sound of that damn beeping, only to find a monitor to my right…..one hospitals use…

Hospital??

What the….

I don’t remember what happened…..my mind doesn’t want to remember…almost as if it created an impenetrable wall around that part of my memories…

Minutes...hours….days…weeks…

I know not how long I’ve lied here…time has seemed to shunned me as well, for it’s laws no longer apply to myself.

How long has he been gone…..I don’t know, the room is deathly quiet save for the maddening beeping. Slowly my mind begins to wonder…back to a dream….or was it reality?

The sky was so very dark, ominous clouds blotted out everything rumbling thunder and flashing lighting. Shivering as freezing winds whipped over my body…everything was in black and white…no colour just like everything else….

Colours have bled out into nothing

I was wading through liquid….but couldn’t make it out…it seemed to be a river, perhaps?

The sky split opened…..I watched with wide eyes as it seemed to split apart….and moisture fell, bathing me in it’s sticky wetness….but it was still colourless…

If sensing my thoughts….a bolt of lightening strikes me….yet I feel no pain but my eyes seem to open….truly open….

Black melts away…..cast away as colours slowly appear...

Crimson.

It is all around me….falling from the sky….the River is not of water but of blood…

Baptism of Blood…is all I can think to describe it….

And instead of being horrified….I merely smile….

I’m brought out of my remembrance by someone calling my name…

“Duo..?”

My eyes blink closed…it takes several minutes to gather myself…

“Duo?”

I opened them again….

To face Prussian and Aquamarine….