Awakening a nerve:
Jun. 15th, 2008 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leather_bastardDarkness.
Fluid darkness.
And then a sudden emergence.
Scorpius sits up abruptly, eyes wide, coughing fluid from his lungs. His breathing is ragged. Fluid sprays from his teeth in fits as he begins to breathe in and out.
Control. He must control his body. Slowly, his head twitching, he brings himself back under control. He must not merely react, but take control of his situation.
He is naked. Immediately, his first thought is that he has been taken by the Scarrens -- stripped of his identity. Perhaps they seek to drive him mad with heat. And it will unfortunately work unless he can do something to stop it.
Limbs refusing to work, Scorpius wills them to move. His shaking arms grasp the edges of the pod and push him up. His shaking legs are moved to the side and placed flat on the ground.
Now. To stand.
A hissing sound comes from behind him. He turns to see tentacles moving towards him... long, organic tentacles. He attempts to move, but his limbs rebel. The tentacles coil around him as he hisses and struggles in their grasp. They move him down darkened hallways, while Scorpius struggles... but he also keeps his eyes open, mapping the hallways as he goes. He'll need to know as much as he can when he effects his escape.
And then they stop. The tentacles place him gently on the ground. Before him, laid out on an organic slab, is a familiar black leather suit.
His coolant suit.
This... is not what he expected in the least.
Fluid darkness.
And then a sudden emergence.
Scorpius sits up abruptly, eyes wide, coughing fluid from his lungs. His breathing is ragged. Fluid sprays from his teeth in fits as he begins to breathe in and out.
Control. He must control his body. Slowly, his head twitching, he brings himself back under control. He must not merely react, but take control of his situation.
He is naked. Immediately, his first thought is that he has been taken by the Scarrens -- stripped of his identity. Perhaps they seek to drive him mad with heat. And it will unfortunately work unless he can do something to stop it.
Limbs refusing to work, Scorpius wills them to move. His shaking arms grasp the edges of the pod and push him up. His shaking legs are moved to the side and placed flat on the ground.
Now. To stand.
A hissing sound comes from behind him. He turns to see tentacles moving towards him... long, organic tentacles. He attempts to move, but his limbs rebel. The tentacles coil around him as he hisses and struggles in their grasp. They move him down darkened hallways, while Scorpius struggles... but he also keeps his eyes open, mapping the hallways as he goes. He'll need to know as much as he can when he effects his escape.
And then they stop. The tentacles place him gently on the ground. Before him, laid out on an organic slab, is a familiar black leather suit.
His coolant suit.
This... is not what he expected in the least.
