G is for Gerrett

Black hair, soft strands and curls. A tongue running over for a taste of his lips and tracing over the shape of his fuller, lower lip. Kym parted them, taking a long breath in, and pressed his hands up to the glass above him.

          "He's awake," came a voice from somewhere else in the room.

          "Good, let him out."

          A hiss of air. Kym's pulse sped as he braced his limbs against the case he seemed to be within. His feet were bare, the cold of the case's material pressed over the underside of his foot as he found the lower edge.

          "He's frightened," one voice observed.

          "He probably should be," another said, quite detached.

          The glass roof casting his vague ghost reflection eased itself off in a slow retraction moving from his head down to his toes. Kym's hands found purchase on the edges of the frame of the case and, lifting himself, the room beyond his case began to come into view.

          Dark, cold, unwelcoming. Kym blinked over his deep and dark blue eyes turning to take in the lay of the room about him.

          "You'll never find your way out of here," the formally detached voice taunted cruelly.

          There was a door, just...over there in front of him. The strands of hair which curled toward the ends brushed over his skin as he lifted his head back, taking in what was shown above. Nothing much more than a speaker in the ceiling.

          The rim of the case was rough over his fingers, the shape dug in as he pressed down through his hands and brought himself to a stand. More cases. Open ones. A frown found its way over Kym's eyes, a foreign feeling for certain. He didn't frown a lot, hardly ever actually.

          "It's cold in here," he announced, maybe to himself if no-one else was here with him. A breeze flew across and around the room, hitting him, breathing against him. Kym's eyes found their way over to his hands and from there down to his waist. ^Naked.^ Naked as the day he was born, no wonder it was cold.

          "Start running Gerrett, we'll see how far you get," that voice again, taunting, laughing at him.

          Gerrett? Oh yes, his name. Not Kym at all then. Kym was his middle name, something he'd gone by on the odd occasion. This was definitely an odd occasion.








Gerrett, found in 'Gerrett's Tale' working title.