Beyond - Legends The Children of the Future (post-NJO/AU NJO ending) *Update 6/24*

Flashes of light accompanied the horrific screams emanating from somewhere around him. He grabbed his ears, hoping to drown out the beastly sounds with his mumbling. What he was mumbling, he was not sure. But all he knew was that these words, images, and sounds were coming forth from him, and he couldn't stop it.

Running. He was running. Yes, that was it. But what was he running from? Everywhere he looked, there was darkness. It was like a suffucating veil, and if he did not penetrate it then he would die.

His laboured breathing was pounding against his ear. All the sounds around him seemed to be coming from everywhere; they were overwhelming and indistinct. He heard more shouts, but couldn't make out the words. A few more flashes of light here and there....and that was it.

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Ruusan shifted onto his right side so that he could rest better. His eyes still closed, he listened to the sounds bouncing off the walls around him. The intake of oxygen, the sounds of lungs breathing in and out; he was used to it all already. But if he concentrated on it long enough, it allowed his mind to forget the burning ends of his nerves, the pain that he had been subjected to.

Breathing in through his nose, he tried to slow down his heart beat. He had done this every time after he woke up from that same dream. He would find himself covered with a transparent sheet of cold sweat, shivering as if he were laying bare-naked in an artic evironment.

Yet, while his dreams and torture sessions were enough to scare him to death, he figured that he had it better than his other two friends. They, at least, didn't have the Force to comfort themselves during all those lonely hours.

Ruusan opened up his eyes, and waited until they adjusted to the dimness of the chamber in which he was being held along with Sari and Mogue. Inhaling deeply, he slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position, and then leaned against one portion of the chamber's circular wall.

He had had a very ample oppurtunity to survey his surroundings before then, and he had already taken advantage of it. The throbbing oragne-reddish walls, which looked to be alive; the cold floor, from which veins seemed to be ready to pop out of; and the smooth, camouflage door situated ninety degrees to his right. He had been lucky to find the door at all, for he knew that his captors were trying to keep their prisoners confused.

But none of that bothered him. All he was interested in was making sure his friends were safe. That was a hard task, of course, due to the fact that his captors seemed to find it necessary to torture him and his friends unto no end. But Ruusan tried to help them in any other way he could, whether it be physically, emotionally, or morally.

However, it was easier to help Mogue than Sari. She was embarassed to face her male friends, and Ruusan didn't blame her. If he was half-naked and sharing a holding cell with two of his female friends, he would blush too. But Sari seemed to find it necessary to avoid all contact with him and Mogue. In fact, when either one of them approached her, she would scuttly away, always with her back to her. After many attempts, the two young men gave up and decided to give Sari the space she requested.

Ruusan looked over at her now, and saw that she too was sleeping on her side. He could tell through the Force from her rythmic breathing that she was unconscious, but healing well. But he knew that not all was well within her sould. Sari had grown up very sheltered and protected, and aside from causing mischief and receiving a good education, she was used to be spoiled and having everyone do everything for her. This was her vice, her only one in Ruusan's opinin - which brought a slight smile to his face. Therefore, she was never used to being away from her family for more than a day or two at a time, and not at such a great distance. And she was never treated improperly.

Well, she had to learn the hard facts of life sometime, Ruusan

 

Argh, double post.

 

Hmmmm...I guess no one's really interested. Oh well.