Tillman backed himself into a corner before the guards came to collect him. He fought them viciously, his frantic mind spinning him into a violent frenzy that didn't have much regard for his own safety. The cuffs were stained red.
It wasn't until they had him completely pinned to the floor that he stopped fighting, and then he just screamed. The sound was raw and wordless like a child in the throes of a night terror.
Tillman woke up with the worst hangover he had ever had. His mouth was completely dry. He eased a hand up to his eyes and groaned. This caused his throat to ache.
Slowly, he expanded his awareness to encompass more than just himself. The room was small, plain, dark, and not unlike his cell at the prison. He knew it wasn't his cell simply because he had spent hours pacing it and staring at every crack and imperfection. He was somewhere new. He just couldn't figure out why.
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Date: 2012-01-30 08:28 pm (UTC)It wasn't until they had him completely pinned to the floor that he stopped fighting, and then he just screamed. The sound was raw and wordless like a child in the throes of a night terror.
Tillman woke up with the worst hangover he had ever had. His mouth was completely dry. He eased a hand up to his eyes and groaned. This caused his throat to ache.
Slowly, he expanded his awareness to encompass more than just himself. The room was small, plain, dark, and not unlike his cell at the prison. He knew it wasn't his cell simply because he had spent hours pacing it and staring at every crack and imperfection. He was somewhere new. He just couldn't figure out why.