@therekindling gets a plotted starter.
Silence. Perfect. Still. Eerie.
And then a low whine begins to build, radiating from a pinprick of light floating a metre off the ground. A pop, resounding as it turns into a crater forming blast, denting in the once still grass and earth and making trees rattle. In the centre of the blast appears a teenager, impossibly thin and unnaturally stretched. He floats in the air a moment, suspended by the pure power seething across his skin, and then the energy winks out. He drops, hitting the compressed soil with an oof and a curse.
David lays there a moment, his narrow chest heaving as he takes in rough gasps. He stares at the sky above him, blue and touched by wispy white clouds. A grin spreads across his face.
“Sky,” he croaks, voice raw. Does his throat ache because of the screaming or is he just not used to talking? It’s so hard to remember what was him in that prison and what wasn’t. A hand flops onto the earth, fingers digging into the dirt. His skin crawls at the feeling of grime beneath his fingernails but it’s a sensation that grounds. It’s real and here and proof he isn’t caged anymore. His grin widens. “Dirt.”
Then a thought, sudden, urgent. David sits up. Wild eyes drop to the remnants of an IV still sticking out of his arm. He rips it free, barely flinching with the pain. He bears his teeth, snarling at the thing as he jumps to his feet and steps away from it. He kicks off his shoes, the hospital slippers coming free so easily, and he takes a second to revel at the freedom of his toes. David then scrambles up the crater walls, pulling himself out and onto the grass. Gaze darts about, looking for threats and opportunities. In all honesty, he doesn’t know what to do now.
I got an idea Davey-boy, comes a slimy thought at the back of his brain.
Again, he bears his teeth. Again, he snarls as weedy muscles tense, and his jaw tightens. He will stay in control.
“No,” he growls. “I want this. Let me have my freedom.”
