A/n: Had this idea for a while now, and seeing as I'm at home with a headache and nothing better to do, I thought I'd post a little teaser.
The rain made him shiver. It soaked through his broken body, cold and uncaring. Each cold drop was a glacial pang of pain, like the stab of a dagger of ice frozen from a poisoned well.
It was so cold, how could it be this cold? Violent shivers racked his body, sapping away the little strength he had left, leaving him as cold and empty as a grave.
There was a pain in his chest, leaving him breathless. Just breathe, breathe...can't breathe...can't...breathe...
Cruel hands grabbed at him, bruising his skin, cold and calloused. Boots kicked him in the side, at his exposed head, anywhere they could. He whimpered as the pain flared in his ribs, sharp and hot. His body trembled as he drew his knees up to his chest, his arms coming up to cover his head in a feeble attempt.
A face tempered like steel, looming above him.
The pain, the pain wouldn't go away. It was biting into him, engulphing him slowly, trapping him.
That's what he was now, trapped. Bars caged him in on all sides, blocking out the rest of the world, hiding the sky. Cold metal dug into his exposed skin, unmoving and uncomfortable.
They were taunting him. They were laughing at him. He didn't like that, didn't like what they had made him become. He didn't like the pathetic noises they forced out of him. He didn't like the pain.
Body crying out in pain as he gritted his teeth, he could taste blood. Arms shaking as he pushed himself up as best he could. The unwavering bars didn't let him get higher than his scared hands and knees. He would show them. He wasn't broken.
The laughing stopped. Cruel voices shouted, swore and cursed. The bars were gone as quickly as they had appeared and he was dragged out into the squelching mud. Pain erupted in his skull, in his ribs and in his legs. Screams ripped free from his throat, muffled by his mask as it was torn from his eyes and stuffed unceremoniously in his mouth.
Breathe, he couldn't breathe...
Disoriented, confused and broken, that's what they had made him. Glimpses, flashes of another life, of a different time, sprang into his mind, flashing behind his eyes. Blurry colours turned into shapes, which turned into memories.
Comforting words, gentle hands, kind eyes and soft voices surrounded him like a lullaby, taking away the pain, as faint as the memory of a sound.
The cold came back, biting and clawing and dragging him back into his cage, rough hands shoving and hitting him. He didn't have the energy to push them away.
Why was it so hard to breathe?
He was bowed like a mountain and breaking his oath and resolution like a twist of rotten silk.