Fic: "Waters of Lethe" (Mac) PG (for psych_30)
Title: Waters of Lethe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Summary: One can only resist for so long.
Warnings: Mildly disturbing images. Nothing major.
A/N: Something that just came to me randomly that I wrote down, showed stellaluna_ and she strongly encouraged me to actually post. Beta credit goes to her as always. Title too. (and much love)
Trapped.
Blind gripping panic.
A giant invisible weight on his chest, pressing down and constricting his lungs, just like the shattered remains of a building long ago.
Invisible shackles bind him down, the straps spreading and widening, spreading over his whole body until he cannot move anything. Not even his eyelids, forced open to watch the reminders of his failures on a constant loop projected above him. Kyle. Tompkins. Abernathy. Claire. Danny. Stella. Aiden. Each image chips away at a part of his soul, these perceived failures that haunt his waking hours as well as his nights.
He hears the screams of the men in the past, reliving the first few moments of that fateful day. They increase in pitch until it changes completely to Stella’s voice, screams of torture coming from somewhere far away-- somewhere where he can’t see her, can’t find her, can’t help her.
He struggles to move, fighting against the constriction and solid resistance like he’s covered with layers of earth, too heavy and massive to fight. The more violently he flails, the more the coils wrap tighter and tighter until it feels like even the blood cannot flow to his limbs. He’s completely paralyzed, the screams echoing louder and morphing into a haunting chorus that rattles in every part of his brain.
His brain throbs inside his skull, expanding millimeter by millimeter with each gasping breath. The pain compounds, his heart jackhammers in his chest, the screams blur into one big noise….
His eyes snap open, staring up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, shoving wildly at the tangled, sweat soaked sheets.
This is why he doesn’t want to sleep anymore.
Fin
4/06
Link to all of my stories
x-posted to psych_30 for prompt #11: Castration Anxiety and csi_ny_fic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
Summary: One can only resist for so long.
Warnings: Mildly disturbing images. Nothing major.
A/N: Something that just came to me randomly that I wrote down, showed stellaluna_ and she strongly encouraged me to actually post. Beta credit goes to her as always. Title too. (and much love)
Trapped.
Blind gripping panic.
A giant invisible weight on his chest, pressing down and constricting his lungs, just like the shattered remains of a building long ago.
Invisible shackles bind him down, the straps spreading and widening, spreading over his whole body until he cannot move anything. Not even his eyelids, forced open to watch the reminders of his failures on a constant loop projected above him. Kyle. Tompkins. Abernathy. Claire. Danny. Stella. Aiden. Each image chips away at a part of his soul, these perceived failures that haunt his waking hours as well as his nights.
He hears the screams of the men in the past, reliving the first few moments of that fateful day. They increase in pitch until it changes completely to Stella’s voice, screams of torture coming from somewhere far away-- somewhere where he can’t see her, can’t find her, can’t help her.
He struggles to move, fighting against the constriction and solid resistance like he’s covered with layers of earth, too heavy and massive to fight. The more violently he flails, the more the coils wrap tighter and tighter until it feels like even the blood cannot flow to his limbs. He’s completely paralyzed, the screams echoing louder and morphing into a haunting chorus that rattles in every part of his brain.
His brain throbs inside his skull, expanding millimeter by millimeter with each gasping breath. The pain compounds, his heart jackhammers in his chest, the screams blur into one big noise….
His eyes snap open, staring up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, shoving wildly at the tangled, sweat soaked sheets.
This is why he doesn’t want to sleep anymore.
Fin
4/06
Link to all of my stories
x-posted to psych_30 for prompt #11: Castration Anxiety and csi_ny_fic