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The Gleaming Of Silver Chapter 8 It was dark and cold, in the background, he could hear slightly a dripping sound. The repetition of a leaky faucet. His head hurt, and the left side of his face, his skull throbbed with pain, that seemed to echo throughout his body. It hurt to even think about the pain. Lifting his head slightly, his body shuddered with utter pain, and a movement, flinching. He couldn't open his eyes, it hurt to much to look, he was blind in his left eye, so much pain, enabling him not to even to part his eyelids slightly to look about. Chivre, was royally fucked and screwed. He was in danger...more than anyone could know. A rush of his senses slammed through him, causing him to moan loudly in pain from that much of rushing. He smelled the dark dank shit hole he was in, the smell of it scared him. It scared him. Parting his right eye slowly, he found himself in a windowless cell. A small skittering passed by his foot, his feet were bare, he could feel the wet floor, the skittering continued and stopped. A cockroach. Moving his head slowly, as if not to hurt himself more, he felt something wet slide down his nose and to his mouth, the taste and ranky smell filled his nostrils; as they flared. Blood, his blood. A scraping noise filled his ears, a door was opening, he could see a slight shadow move towards him, Chivre couldn't see who it was. He didn't have to see Death, to know what it was. That's when the fist slammed into his temples, and he found himself not feeling any pain, but sliding into a darkness that seemed to engulf him. That night, the sound of something heavy being picked up by two men, echoed through the area, all prints and existence of any struggle was removed from the apartment building. Outside, only rats witnessed the disposing of the young man's body. They knew it would be their food, and they were proud to know that for once they didn't have to scavenge, for the food was brought straight to them. They would go to the soft tissue first, it was easier to bite off.Next: Chapter 9 |