New beginning

[JamieDC102 4]

Author note- This is very depprising just saying so don't read if that bothers you enjoy :smile:

Pain… so much pain, the world around him was dark absent of anything and everything. No light shown through, he strained his eyes attempting to see through the darkness that was as thick as fog but much like his life he thought, it was lightless. He could not help but wonder if he was dead and this was some sick form of hell. He did not know what he had done to end up in hell nor did he care, fate never had liked him very much he supposed. Fate had been the one that had put him on the coaster the same as those damned crows. Fate had been the one that had allowed him to be hit in the head with a metal pole as he was fed poison, and lastly fate was the one who had allowed him to live, in his book this was the moment fate had truly cursed him.

If he had never lived Ran would have never constantly mourned his absence while he stood by watching. If he had died he would never have dragged innocent people into his affairs such as Hakase or Hattori and even the Shonen Tantei. Most importantly if he had died he would not be here, and where was here he had long forgotten. He shifted uncomfortably at his last thought causing the cuffs on his wrists to ache painfully.

He forcefully shifted his mind from the subject in order to hold on to what remaining sanity he held. His thoughts shifted to another dreary subject, rescue. He guessed this was the result of the fact he no longer had many “happy” subjects to think off. He sighed mind refocusing on his last ideal. When he had first been thrown in this place who knows how long ago, he constantly thought of rescue. He vividly imagined the police hauling away the men who had done this to him while his mother cried into his shirt rejoicing his return all the while Ran would be right at his side refusing to let go of the recently returned detective. They had been such great dreams which over time had turned into dreadful nightmares.

He sighed again for the umpteenth time trying to once again change his thought process. It was about that time again wasn’t it, his thoughts proved correct when through the thick noiseless darkness he heard a loud scrape as a plate of food was passed through a small whole. He scooted over against the wall his back had long been accustom to lying against as he slowly made his way towards the bowl of rice which would be his only meal till god knows when. Many times he had thought of just pushing the bowl aside and saving himself the trouble of living at all, but each time he held on to life. His only companion other than the darkness of course, the rice was bland and old. He did not mind though the bland flavor he thought fit him well. As he continued to eat the rice he allowed him the simple pleasure of rest. He did not mind the nightmares much anymore so he found it oddly peaceful to escape this place even If what lies beyond is no better. As he finished the last grain he found himself slowly drifting off to a world as dark as his own.

He woke to a loud noise, his head shot up before he whimpered in pain he had forgotten the bruise that lie there. He was brought out from his pain by another loud noise which after several seconds he realized had been a gunshot. The gunshot had been followed by bellowing screams he could not quite make out. Then silence reined again, at first he thought hope was lost, but then seconds later the screams began again this time closer. He could just barely make them out they were something like “ Find him now” and “Don’t forget to check every square inch for prisoners” His mind wandered “Prisoners” the word felt foreign on his tongue he tried desperately to put together the memories associated with the word but failed. What was a prisoner? He sighed and decided it best not to fret over it. It had nothing to do with him he decided. He began to shift again as he attempted to slip back into peaceful sleep he however was but of by again interrupted by a bright light so blinding it ached. Standing in the light was a man eyes squinted to pear into the darkness as his eyes drifted towards himself they widened and said man turned to yell back into the mysterious light “I found someone’ he looked at him oddly. The man rushed to him bantering on about if he was alright ECT... but he had something more pressing on his mind than his well being. This man just had to know the answer, so coming to a decision he croaked the words out “you wouldn’t happen to know what a prisoner is would you”

Author note/ well that was… depressing to write, but do not worry it shall become happier hopefully. I know it is kind of confusing, but all will be explained soon. Gotta love the ending though right? R&R or else I will find u (-:

[OldJustal 36]

Kind of depressing ....

like it >_< !

But still so much depression ...

To cheer this up !

I will post some fanservice !

[JamieDC102 4]

yup I know it's not very happy sorry next chapter will hopefully be happier

[Amaranth 52]

So what if it's depressing? I like stories like these. Yup, this is the exact style I'm looking for: great detail and lots of deep, deep thought

[JamieDC102 4]

So what if it's depressing? I like stories like these. Yup, this is the exact style I'm looking for: great detail and lots of deep, deep thought

thanks I try hard to add detail, but im terrible with grammar.

[OldJustal 36]

I didn't say i didn't like the story !

I like depressing killing storys !

I'm a maniac for these.

But somehow i always get depressed from these even if i love them ....

[JamieDC102 4]

I didn't say i didn't like the story !

I like depressing killing storys !

I'm a maniac for these.

But somehow i always get depressed from these even if i love them ....

I get easily depressed by stories too, even when I write them :grin: and don't worry I didn't take it as an insult.

[Amaranth 52]

I get easily depressed by stories too, even when I write them :grin: and don't worry I didn't take it as an insult.

I know what you mean. Whenever I write chapters this depressing, I feel depressed for a week.

[IdentityUnknown 216]

This is how I work:

*feels depressed*

*writes depressing story*

*feels satisfied*

*goes off not feeling depressed anymore*

:V :V :V

Anyways, nice job. Though I believe spacing it out would make for an easier read. I just did a really brief skim-through.

[JamieDC102 4]

This is how I work:

*feels depressed*

*writes depressing story*

*feels satisfied*

*goes off not feeling depressed anymore*

:V :V :V

Anyways, nice job. Though I believe spacing it out would make for an easier read. I just did a really brief skim-through.

Thanks I'll do that next time.