02-02-2018, 06:40 AM
Fuck!
Nox lay on the ground the power slipping through his fingers no matter how hard he tried. There was sound but barely audible on the other side of the door. He knew people were moving, but that was all he knew. The dim lights of the generator powered emergency systems were still on, and the gentle breeze that the shaft was still spewing whatever agent kept the source from was intact.
Whoever had done what they did hadn't been doing it to escape. An accident? There were no alarms, no loud blaring noises. Just movement.
Nox sat up. Giving up. It was one of the hardest things for Nox to do. Admit defeat. He remembered his father too well. All the energy of a man who lived to hunt boiled away into the booze ridden man he had died. He'd given up. Gave up on life when his mother died.
They had lost two parents that day. It just too a few years for their father to die. It had been just him and Aurora. The memories all came back. Poured in like adding milk to cereal, all the cereal starting to float pushing up over the bowl and tumbling out.
Nox remembered the way his mother died. It had been horrific. Living it again and again in nightmares, watching as she was torn apart by claws you couldn't see. The smell of sulfur forever premeated his nose. The smell of blood mingling as her wounds oozed fast and black. And he could do nothing. Frozen in time. Frozen in that moment of horror - forever.
Nox felt the tears flowing down his cheeks. He wouldn't give up. He wasn't his father. Nox pushed up from the ground and started moving, pacing back and forth. Moving, walking but the memories kept flowing kept riding on the waves of the desperation. Sending him spiraling down ... Nox hated the feeling. Hated feeling trapped and weak and broken.
He had to keep moving. Had to get out of here no matter what. Marcus' promises meant little when Nox was certain Ascendancy wasn't letting him out.
A small voice in his head - his sister - it was always his sister spoke to him. "Calm down brother."
He could hear her like it was yesterday. She took him by the hand and spun him in a circle. "Dance for me."
There was no music, there never was. But Nox danced with his sister. It was all in his head, but his body followed suit regardless. He knew she wasn't here, but it was nice to pretend. He missed Aurora.
Edited by Nox, Feb 2 2018, 06:42 AM.
Nox lay on the ground the power slipping through his fingers no matter how hard he tried. There was sound but barely audible on the other side of the door. He knew people were moving, but that was all he knew. The dim lights of the generator powered emergency systems were still on, and the gentle breeze that the shaft was still spewing whatever agent kept the source from was intact.
Whoever had done what they did hadn't been doing it to escape. An accident? There were no alarms, no loud blaring noises. Just movement.
Nox sat up. Giving up. It was one of the hardest things for Nox to do. Admit defeat. He remembered his father too well. All the energy of a man who lived to hunt boiled away into the booze ridden man he had died. He'd given up. Gave up on life when his mother died.
They had lost two parents that day. It just too a few years for their father to die. It had been just him and Aurora. The memories all came back. Poured in like adding milk to cereal, all the cereal starting to float pushing up over the bowl and tumbling out.
Nox remembered the way his mother died. It had been horrific. Living it again and again in nightmares, watching as she was torn apart by claws you couldn't see. The smell of sulfur forever premeated his nose. The smell of blood mingling as her wounds oozed fast and black. And he could do nothing. Frozen in time. Frozen in that moment of horror - forever.
Nox felt the tears flowing down his cheeks. He wouldn't give up. He wasn't his father. Nox pushed up from the ground and started moving, pacing back and forth. Moving, walking but the memories kept flowing kept riding on the waves of the desperation. Sending him spiraling down ... Nox hated the feeling. Hated feeling trapped and weak and broken.
He had to keep moving. Had to get out of here no matter what. Marcus' promises meant little when Nox was certain Ascendancy wasn't letting him out.
A small voice in his head - his sister - it was always his sister spoke to him. "Calm down brother."
He could hear her like it was yesterday. She took him by the hand and spun him in a circle. "Dance for me."
There was no music, there never was. But Nox danced with his sister. It was all in his head, but his body followed suit regardless. He knew she wasn't here, but it was nice to pretend. He missed Aurora.
Edited by Nox, Feb 2 2018, 06:42 AM.
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