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Tears, followed by a gut-wrenching scream. The cold surrounding him in a dark that suddenly shifted, his body lifted into the air in his wooden cage, every step jostling him further awake. His eyes snapped open, just to find himself in another dark prison.
Darker than the first. Softer—but with a flash of read somewhere in his peripheral. A very familiar shade. His heart raced, and he sat up—his body didn’t move.
He was paralyzed. Frozen in place. The anxiety rose in his chest like a drum. If he didn’t move now he was going to miss him...he was going to be gone! He tried to scream out instead, a desperate clawing nose that should have scratched his throat at it came out. But it didn’t. The tears came back. Wetting his face as they streamed down uncontrollably. Willing himself to move. Anything. Even just a finger. If he didn’t he would miss him.
A phantom twitch. A small flick of the finger, almost a ghost movement. In fact, he wasn’t certain that he had just moved at all, but it was a start. Just focus on that finger. He couldn’t moved fast enough.
Eventually the desperation finally won, the motion of his finger moving snapping him out of paralysis, akin to turning on light switch. Except this one turned his light off. Stole it away.
He was gone. His light. That familiar hues of red and pink. There was only one shade left—black.
His heart was gone.