Wing n Subzero - closed

[knightofcybertron]

He saw the spear, saw the moment of his defeat. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he had the lower hand in a fight, but the instant he saw Braid standing over him, holding himself in just such a way, the jet arched back such that he was, he knew it would not end well for him. In the next instant, he knew a searing pain flashing through his chest. Something seemed to fizzle where his spark was seated, and his world fell into darkness.

He had scarcely had time to cry out. It was over that quickly.

Wing hadn’t expected the voice to echo in his head through the void. What it said to him, he couldn’t understand, but his vision returned, in part. At first, all he could see was darkness, but it seemed finite now, like there was something held directly in front of him. And he felt his own body for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Gravity pulled on his limbs, tugging him back against something hard and unforgiving. He had little energy to fight it and less will to try. It didn’t sound right where he was. Before, there had always been an echo, as would be in a room with no walls, no ceiling, no floor. Something changed now, something absorbed the sound.

After an effort, he managed a movement, could at last curl his fingers, and a new sound came of it, a new sensation. There came a distinct scratching noise against something solid. He hadn’t felt anything like it in so long it confused him at first. Wing tried it again, experimenting, was able to cause it a second time. Bewildered, he blinked and promptly startled himself as he felt the lids slide down over his optics in a way he’d lost to time.

A faint, weak sound squeaked from his vox. Why? What had changed? He shouldn’t be able to feel himself now. He was dead… wasn’t he?