Wastelands (Act One Interlude: Ghost)

[thehonorablebat]

 

His own scream woke him. Wet and gurgling. The taste of copper told him it was blood drowning him.

The ghosts screamed with him. Crouched in ruins and smoldering smoke where their bodies fell.

He beat against the glass with a child’s strength. Tears streamed down his face.

A purple light pierced the darkness. Exploding out from him and breaking the tank that trapped him.

He curled up on the ground. The glass piercing skin and drawing blood. The ghosts continued to scream. He clapped his hands over his ears, but it did no good. The light in his head showed him the echoes of pain the walls of this mausoleum held.

Ghosts. So many ghosts.

He felt like one of them.