OOC: Dream
It was impossibly dark, an utter and total lack of light. His large green eyes widened and widened, but no light was there to help him see.
It was cold. He was vaguely aware of his fingers and toes and some large heavy appendage attached to his back, but they all felt like ice. Colder than ice. He couldn't move them. He was held down by something heavy, chains maybe, connecting back to his chest. Under the chains, he felt bound from head to toe in some sort of wrapping. His mind screamed to struggle against whatever bound him. The pain in his chest just got worse and worse. He was vaguely aware of his mouth, and his voice, but nothing happened when he called upon them to make noise.
Then, ever so slowly, he felt light creep into his eyes through the bandages. The light seemed to be coming from a single point, flooding into two strangely shaped windows, close to his eyes. Once it touched his body, he found he could move, and he struggled against the chains, the heavy appendages at his back, wings, tearing. His mind was going in every direction, all at once. He felt his sanity being stripped away. The pain just got worse, pulling at something very deep in his chest. He could feel something starting to come loose, and be torn away from his body. The chains finally fell away, their damage done.
He felt the cold from his surroundings rush into his chest. He felt like he was choking.
He first grabbed at his face wildly; thinking maybe something there was strangling him. But once he pulled, his face came off along with both of his eyes. Bewildered, he turned his face over in his hands, unable to see but able to breathe and think again. It was a strange shape made of a hard white substance. It had two long curved spikes coming out of one part of it, like horns. There were two holes in it, side by side, the same shape as the windows he had seen earlier. His brain didn’t quite comprehend it. He touched his face, and felt a trail of blood running down from where his eyes used to be, like tears. Now all he could do was feel the light.
He continued to rip the bandages off of his body, wanting to be free of them more than anything, even in his blindness. His back was hurting where his wings had been. He felt his neck, and his shoulders, and then his chest as he removed the bandages. Part of his chest was missing where he had felt the pain. He stuck his fingers inside, and groped around, hoping this was a mistake. But all that was inside of the hole was more of the mind-numbing cold he had felt before the light had touched him. The blood from his eyes had pooled in the space, and spilled down his newly uncovered chest.
Soon he had completely removed all of the bandages from his body, and he was starting to see blurry images, just moving shadows all around him. Slowly but surely, his vision began to sharpen. His eyes were regenerating.
He felt a burning pain on his chest just to the side of the hole, and when he looked down, he saw the blurry form of a four marked on his pale skin. He looked up, and there was someone standing in front of him. All he could focus on was his white coat. The figure’s hand was outstretched to down to him but no matter how much he squinted, he couldn’t see the man’s face.
“Four is an unlucky number,” said the man. He had a deep but soothing voice. Something about the other individual made him want to go to the man, to be near him all the time. Something powerful was drawing him to the man. He opened his mouth to reply, the man was coming into focus…
That was when he woke up.