Lights.
Camera.
Action.
A spark of light burst across the edge of his vision, the dark void slowly giving way to colors and sounds he couldn't recognize.
Distant noises stung his mind, stabbing into his ears like a thousand needles. He still couldn't see anything, but the colors were getting brighter.
Wind brushed against his cheeks, pushing hair into his eyes.
Finally, his eyes opened to a sky choked with storm clouds. Thunder rumbled, and lightning crackled.
Yet there was no rain, only wind and lightning.
Something rustled beside him. Glancing down, he noticed a pair of chains binding his wrists, the bottom driven into the ground, hidden from sight.
A long second passed with the man staring at the chains, and then a murderous fury exploded through his body. His blood churned and rose to his head, making his thoughts muddled.
He lurched forward violently, skin scraping against the cold metal. The horrid sound of skin tearing open drowned out the storm above.
