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[i][u]Location:[/u] Somewhere dark and cold
[u]Interacting With:[/u]  Alice Malone [@Undine], Tessa Gray [@Kirah][/i][/center]
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[sub][i]its dark[/i][/sub]

King was alone, yes, he knew that. He was alone in a dark, cold place, surrounded by the roar of far off storms and screams. He couldn’t move, couldn’t see, and he was terrified. Around him, the earth seemed to move, ripping against his stomach and arms and face as if he were being pulled by something. Something strong, something scary, it had him and then all of a sudden it didn’t. He was stuck again, unmoving, alone. [i]Not alone[/i]. There was something in the darkness with him, he knew it, there had to be something that just couldn’t be human, and it was done hunting him. It was after[i]them[/i] now. King felt his eyebrows furrow, and a pounding in his heart urged him to try and stand, to try and protect them. 

[i]them who?[/i]

King tried to shift his head, to blink, but each movement sent a spiraling pain through his limbs and stunned him back into paralysis. Something was wrong with his head, he knew, he could feel the source of the pain grow from the back of his skull, and he felt the familiar warmth of blood pool through his hair. As his mind focused on the injury, a sudden shiver ran across his skin, as if he had suddenly regained his sense of touch by realizing his pain. Dampness, damp, wet. Cold. Hard. Falling like bullets from above, coating, covering his back in streams of water. Rain. King shook suddenly as a loud crash echoed through the darkness around him, a sound he knew too well, a sound he feared. Thunder. King tried to move again, but again his head screamed in defiance and he fell back limply into the darkness. 

When he tried to breathe his mouth and nostrils were only filled with a thick substance, earthy in texture and taste. He couldn’t cough, no, it caused his head to burn with anguish and the pressure on his chest was keeping him stunned silent. No… There was no pressure [i]on[/i] his chest, rather, it felt like he was laying face down, crushing himself with a corpse-like posture. King tried to blink again, but still only darkness filled his sights, a vacant, cold darkness that held the distant sounds of cries, of humans. Of people he knew.

[sub][i]im scared[/i][/sub]

King attempted to make a sound, a groan, a cry, just [i]something[/i] to pull him back to a more sensible mindset, but his voice sounded so far off and quiet that he could barely register it. Pain rippled through his brain again as another thunderous boom filled his mind, and when he tried to brace himself against the tremors another burst of torture locked his joints. The cries he heard before seemed to be closer, but still nothing was near enough to awaken him from his frozen state. King felt his face twist, or perhaps he didn’t, and his clenched his hands into fists… Did they? Was he even moving now? He couldn’t tell, he felt much too disconnected from the world to decipher what his body was truly doing.

[i]am i...?[/i]

Something hit his side, something hard and fast. The impact seemed to suck him back into his body, but still he couldn’t move in reaction. Blind to who or what just touched him, King waited, expecting harsh hands to close around his throat, or perhaps a knife to bury into his back, but instead the air around him flourished and the pressure on his chest was suddenly freed.

[sub][color=FF69B4][b]"King! King, wake up!"[/b][/color][/sub]

[i]who are you[/i]

King still couldn’t move, the injury he felt swelling kept him in an unconscious daze, but he could now hear and feel with the precision of a hound dog. Gentle, trembling hands patted his cheek, pressed harshly against his pain, and the rain that had pelted his back and face suddenly vanished into a gentle trickle. A familiar voice was pleading now, urging his mind to bloom with life again, and King suddenly let out a groan of pain as colors curled and stained his eyelids. Emotions. Feelings. King could taste them, feel them, the worry and fear and anxiety of the person above him, and though the sudden pressure of regaining his senses was mind-numbingly painful, he couldn’t help but mentally smile with relief.

He let himself lay in silence again, resting quietly against the warmth of the lap below him as his once-shallow breathing began to fill with heavy sighs, but his relaxed nature faded away as another voice filled his mind. It was a familiar noise, but not as welcoming as the one he heard first. King felt his eyebrows furrow again, and, very slowly, he cracked his eyes open and stared blankly up at two blurry faces. Familiar, so familiar. 


[b][color=9e0b0f]”A-Alicshh- Gray…?”[/color][/b] He mumbled, words slurring horribly. At the next burst of thunder and lightning his eye squeezed back shut, and a frightened, tormented gasp escaped his parted lips. Shakily, with limbs that definitely did not want to move, King reached up to stroke Alice’s face, and where his fingers met her skin splotches of blood and dirt were left behind. His hand flopped back down limply after the attempt of trying to reassure his friend, and his head lolled to the side lifelessly. King wheezed out a hard breath and then, with small movements, he managed to whisper to the two girls:

[b][color=9e0b0f]”Can’t move… Go-- Hurt… Go-”[/color][/b]