12 AM of battle day
Jan. 31st, 2011 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_time_slipA bitter cold awoke her, the kind that makes one think of the color blue and frozen landscapes that are only populated by snow and ice and the occasional lone penguin or seal. It was so cold that each painful breath seemed to freeze her lungs.
Janie didn't remember falling asleep there, or feeling so- alone. There was no one there for her, no friends, no lovers and no hope. She kept her eyes closed hoping it was a dream, hoping that by some chance she was really somewhere warm and comfortable.
Someone yelled which kept her pretending to be asleep, yelling and then a bit of warmth, finally. Something placed around her neck, snug and oh so nice and warm.
Then there was searing pain in her shoulder again and again, and everyone knew that she was awake. Between the yelling, her screaming, and the pain, Janie knew that she wasn't safe anymore. The collar around her neck? Specially made to keep her there.
With that realization, the cold melted away into heat. Janie was in hell, trapped by the collar and given over to someone named Count Raum.
Janie didn't remember falling asleep there, or feeling so- alone. There was no one there for her, no friends, no lovers and no hope. She kept her eyes closed hoping it was a dream, hoping that by some chance she was really somewhere warm and comfortable.
Someone yelled which kept her pretending to be asleep, yelling and then a bit of warmth, finally. Something placed around her neck, snug and oh so nice and warm.
Then there was searing pain in her shoulder again and again, and everyone knew that she was awake. Between the yelling, her screaming, and the pain, Janie knew that she wasn't safe anymore. The collar around her neck? Specially made to keep her there.
With that realization, the cold melted away into heat. Janie was in hell, trapped by the collar and given over to someone named Count Raum.