Chapter 42
Nov. 29th, 2005 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoure“The Second”
Sebastian Claus was silently terrified. He had done many things that would have scared the average citizen, but he always worried that he was the weakest link in the team.
Others were more gifted, or better in a fight, but he was his mind. That was all he had to offer. Kane would not have set up a trial that let him use that part of who he was.
Suddenly he was aware that he was where ever he was going.
The air smelled differently.
He waited for someone to turn on the lights, but it didn’t seem to be coming.
He couldn’t hear anything that gave him any clues either. He listened as hard as he knew how.
He felt a blast of hot air on his face. It was such a powerful gust that he was surprised that he hadn’t seen any time of fire, or heard a “whoosh” as it passed.
There should have been something.
Now a truly frightening thought came to him. He reached into his pocket and took out the tiny flash light he always carried.
He flipped the button and there was no light. The blackness was total. There wasn’t even a hint of light. He put the flashlight back in his pocket.
He opened both hands and put them as far apart as humanly possible. He then slammed the two of them together with as much force as he could bring.
Nothing.
The lights weren’t out. He was blind.
There wasn’t a lack of sound anywhere but in his ears. He was deaf.
He hand jumped to his mouth. He could taste his fingers. He could feel, he could smell and he could taste. His senses were mostly intact, but sight and sound, the two he was most used to relying on, were useless for him.
Before that could completely sink in he felt the crash of something hard into his chest. It was powerful enough to send him to the ground.
On the ground his cheek told him that fire, a big fire, was burning close to his body.
As he was thinking to himself, “Think boy, think!” something large hit him in the stomach. The blow pushed him closer to the heat.
He was somewhere between a rock and a fireplace.
© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
