Silens Praesidium

Drip drop drip

The cold of the drips to his face roused him. Brian woke with screaming from what felt like the worst nighmare he had ever experienced. Hyperventilating, he struggled to focus on the dark and cold surroundings. In fact he could barely move his head. It felt like his neck was firmly strapped down.

Drip

Trying to grab at his neck, he couldn't move his hands more than an inch from his body, as they too were strapped down. His hands felt cold...was it snow he could feel under his palms? Yes. Definitely snow. He scratched at the fresh powder.

Drop

Struggling in vain to break free, his memory of the last couple of days suddenly came back to him. They had grabbed him and threw him into the back of a van. He remembered stumbling through snow as they tapped his back with the tips of their guns to make sure he kept moving.

Drip

He would never give up their location. He wouldn't betray them, not ever. He had been selfish most of his life. But, not this time. They were safe. That was all that mattered.

Drip drop

Drip

In the blurry darkness, he could see very little, but remembered before they knocked him out they had placed him beneath a large block of ice. In that moment he saw her. Beautiful white glowing vision with her satin nightdress. She sat beside him as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

Drip drop drip...

Drip.