Beyond Darkness

Escape

Orion~

The man appeared weak as he leaned against Orion, nestling his head in the crook of his neck breathing heavily. Orion stilled but his flight kicked in as he heard an explosion set off on the floor above them. With a last push he pulled the man up. He held him close and started to make his way out. He tripped and they tumbled to the floor.

As soon as he stood up he felt an intense surge of fire from his waist. A sharp pain followed suit. His eyes wandered down to his side. A black hilt was jutting out of his sweatshirt which was now turning red. He looked up but could barely make out the man’s face, still his crystal blue eyes stood out against the veil of smoke determined and sharp, like that of an alpha wolf.

He felt a pinch at his neck and everything went hazy in a few seconds. He was being dragged somewhere. He felt fingers on his skin working his clothes, words whispered and blackness engulfed him.

Fire. His body felt like it was melting. His abdomen was engorged in pain. He tried to open his eyes but that hurt. It felt like eternity as seconds passed.

Water.

His throat felt sandpapered. A palm touched his cheek and he almost leaned into the warmth of the hand, fingers caressing his cheek parted his lips as his head was elevated, he felt the somber cool liquid seep past his mouth and down his throat quenching his life.

“Orion” a whisper, it all came crashing down on him. The fire, the pain and the man. He tried to roll away from that touch, trying to sit up and opening his eyes did not work as now he was being held down.

“Orion” there was the voice again but firmer and threatening, He stopped moving and then he felt a cool wipe on his eyelids, “Now, slowly open them”.

He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. He was afraid of being this vulnerable. He was afraid that when he would open his eyes, he would be transported back into that place. Where you sought and hunted. All in the name of public charity when it was just personal grudges.

“Orion” there was his name again, spoken with a foreign feeling. Cold but warming, if he looked past his exterior, like that of an exoskeleton for protection from not predators but from himself. From the personality he constructed.

Alert, vulnerable but deadly, he could get used to hearing his name more often. Maybe he would be courageous enough to move forward, and feel the his name with different intensities from that mouth.

The thought jarred him. He felt those fingers now lifting whatever he was wearing and brushing across his torso.

He didn't know if he should speak. It was like he was caught in the eye of a storm, a blazing inferno because he was unarmed, exposed and terrified. He stayed still contemplating what had happened. He remembered the kiss on his knuckles, the rampant breath and the pang in his chest when he had heard that there was a blast in the same hospital.

Why had he reacted so carelessly? This wasn't the time to reflect for god's sake. Orion have some commonsense.

He had been in this situation before. Last time it took everything from him, but did he have anything to lose anymore? He doubted that. He was still on his nerves. the rustling of sheets around,.the fingers poking his stature to check for wounds. He could try and escape? but how? He couldn't move a muscle, but if he could try and contact someone in the complex, he might get rescued. fir that he needed information.

“Where?” he managed a syllable, assessing the situation first. A sigh was followed by a short chuckle. “Don't be irrational. There is no one here except us.” He felt fingers work across some gauze on his torso. His hands were soft but his fingertips poking and prodding around seemed skillful, He didn't feel like trusting this man, but he had no option. If he wanted to live he had to play it good. He almost felt a relief that there was no one there except this man, He had stabbed him didn't he? But why? Orion was indeed still alive. He wanted to ask, to shout, to break free but this hold of tiredness was heavy, heavier than his will power.

"I'm sure you don't trust me" the voice now sounded melancholy. "I'm sure you have questions. various. I will answer them. I promise." The fingers stilled against his jaw. The thumb slowly caressed his cheek bone for a fraction of second he thought so but then the touch disappeared.

He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't. moving even his finger was proving to be extremely tiring. "Stay still" that voice spoke, surprisingly warm and tender. He felt wet cotton against his eyes slowly swiping at his eyelashes. He opened his eyes and the most beautiful blonde curls shone against the light, The same crystal eyes stared at him. His vision started to swim and the lights went out again.

He felt comforters being pulled over him and a very faint caress fingers running through his hair.

A sharp pain jolted him awake from his slumber, he tired to move around but it just started aching more. Orion tried to stay still and breathed deeply as the pain subsided. he tried opening his eyes, it was still dark which was a relief to some extent he turned his head and there was someone there, the panic set in almost immediately until Orion made out the light curls reflecting what the little light had escaped from the curtains. It was him. The pain seared through his torso again. He tried to reach over his fingers barely touched him, but the effort intensified the pain and his vision started to cloud and the last thing he remembered was warm hands cupping his face, a voice calling out his name over and over again.