When Quatre began to wake, he felt weak and cold. He started to reach around for his blankets, but his hand came in contact with stone. Opening his eyes, only tiny streams of light pierced the small, enclosed box he seemed to be propped up in. Pushing forward, the stone wouldn’t budge, and he couldn’t maneuver around inside the small space to try pushing in any other direction. Panic began to inch its way into Quatre’s mind, and he fought to keep breathing evenly. It was only the dark, it couldn’t hurt him. The space he was in was small, but it wasn’t getting smaller. He took a few deep breaths and shoved forward again. It was beginning to get harder to stay calm. The box reminded him a bit too much of the containment unit Trowa had put him in which was more like a steel closet than a room.
Closing his eyes he tried to force himself to calm down. Wufei had taught him some breathing techniques, but even as he forced himself through them, they didn’t seem to help. He put his hands on the walls and began looking for cracks or seams. His hands were shaking, and he had a feeling the only thing keeping him from breaking down into hysterics was the thought that maybe, this was a dream. After all, who would be able to get onto the island in the middle of a storm? And who besides the other pilots, the scientists, and a few other close friends would know that this was the fastest way to break him?
Then he hear the girl's voice nearby calling for help. While it was very likely a trap, her frightened calls for help cut through his own fear. A loud crash reverberated through whatever room they were in and then there was silence again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved forward as hard as he could. Even if it was a trap, whoever had him, possibly had taken this girl as well. And as he couldn't pick up any active emotions from her, it was likely she was knocked out, and possibly injured. The box rocked forward then snapped back again, and he was thrown against the back of it roughly, not quite expecting it to rock back with such force. Whatever he was in was extremely heavy. But the weight could be used to his advantage if he could manage to tip it over and break it open. He rocked it back and forth by throwing his weight against the front of the box and after a while managed to tip it forward enough that it began to fall.
After it crashed to the ground, the stone box crumbled and he slowly pulled himself out of the rubble, ignoring how tired and achy he was. He scanned the room, spotting a girl with long white hair face down on the floor. It looked like she had been trapped inside a similar container. Getting to his feet, he walked over to her, touching her arm lightly. It was cold to the touch. Had she hit her head...there didn't appear to be any blood from a head wound. Carefully he turned her over, hoping that he was wrong and felt for a pulse.
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Closing his eyes he tried to force himself to calm down. Wufei had taught him some breathing techniques, but even as he forced himself through them, they didn’t seem to help. He put his hands on the walls and began looking for cracks or seams. His hands were shaking, and he had a feeling the only thing keeping him from breaking down into hysterics was the thought that maybe, this was a dream. After all, who would be able to get onto the island in the middle of a storm? And who besides the other pilots, the scientists, and a few other close friends would know that this was the fastest way to break him?
Then he hear the girl's voice nearby calling for help. While it was very likely a trap, her frightened calls for help cut through his own fear. A loud crash reverberated through whatever room they were in and then there was silence again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved forward as hard as he could. Even if it was a trap, whoever had him, possibly had taken this girl as well. And as he couldn't pick up any active emotions from her, it was likely she was knocked out, and possibly injured. The box rocked forward then snapped back again, and he was thrown against the back of it roughly, not quite expecting it to rock back with such force. Whatever he was in was extremely heavy. But the weight could be used to his advantage if he could manage to tip it over and break it open. He rocked it back and forth by throwing his weight against the front of the box and after a while managed to tip it forward enough that it began to fall.
After it crashed to the ground, the stone box crumbled and he slowly pulled himself out of the rubble, ignoring how tired and achy he was. He scanned the room, spotting a girl with long white hair face down on the floor. It looked like she had been trapped inside a similar container. Getting to his feet, he walked over to her, touching her arm lightly. It was cold to the touch. Had she hit her head...there didn't appear to be any blood from a head wound. Carefully he turned her over, hoping that he was wrong and felt for a pulse.