Snippet #1565216

Arthur stood at the stop of the old ruined castle. He recognized the scene in front of him and smiled, afraid to say anything for fear or shattering such a peaceful silence. It was the landscape of Ireland, a land that he loved as much as England. In his mind, both places were his home. He suppose in a way, one was a motherland, one was a fatherland. The light sound of laughter broke the silence as he couldn't help but find humor in his own mental antics. It was silly to think of things in that way, but he preferred it that way.

He felt a pain in his right arm and winced, clutching it with his left hand. His brow furrowed and he looked at his arm, wondering what had happened. From what he could see, there was nothing there. However, he felt another pain in his finger arm and gasped, wincing again. He looked over at the other arm - nothing. Suddenly, it was like he was being stabbed with needles, over and over again. He cringed, clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them, the peaceful scenery was gone.

'Where...' he thought to himself 'Where did it go?' He felt like he couldn't move, the world around him was dark - or perhaps his eyes just couldn't see. All at once, there was more stabbing pains, muffled voices, and an overwhelming feeling of isolation, even while strange muffled speech surrounded him. He tried to scream, but found his voice didn't work. 'No!' His body lashed about, finding the strength to move, even if it was in vain, since the stabbing feeling continued and the muffled voices did not fall silent. 'Stop!' The voices were deafening and he took in a deep breath, his chest hurting. Releasing all his breath, he opened his mouth and yelled.

"Stop!" His eyes were wide open now, body tense. He took some deep breaths, trying to register what was happening. He shot into a sitting position, ignoring the lightheadedness that followed. His eyes darted around the room, trying to see if he recognized anything around himself. As his attention was diverted from the room, he looked down at his clothing. Hospital-like attire was not what he was expecting, nor was it what he wanted to see. As he reached up to cup his hands over his ears and give himself time to calm down, he felt a tug in his arm that made him gasp.

Looking down at his arm, he noticed an IV there. In a fit of panic, he tore the device out, ignoring that blood and alarm that followed. Then, he cupped his hand over his ears and tried to figure out what was happening. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing.

"This is a dream, Arthur. Calm down. You will wake up, and everything will be okay." He noticed his voice was rough and somewhat hoarse, like it hadn't been used normally in quite a while. Once he had managed to assure himself, he slowly swung his legs over the edge of the cot and stood. He heard faint voices and wondered what was going on. "H-Hello?" he called out, sounding somewhat timid. "Is someone, anyone there? I-I'm not hearing things... A-Am i...?"

(Anyone can choose the location of Arthur's cell and if they hear/answer him or not.)