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[Feb. 4] [Detective Conan] Out of the Darkness
Title: Out of the Darkness
Day/Theme: Feb. 4: “When all the world dissolves.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Shinichi (as Conan)
Rating: R/M
There was noise outside his room.
Shinichi lifted his head ever so slightly from his knees and peered through the darkness in the direction of the door. At first he thought he’d imagined hear the crashing sounds and shouting voices—why would there be any such noises here, in this god-forsaken place? But they were getting louder.
There were people outside this room.
After so much time in the silence, with only his victim for company and his injuries to remind him how far he had fallen, it was strange to hear actual sounds again. Probably his captors bringing some other poor soul in. How sad.
He lowered his head back to his arms. Whatever was going on out there, he really didn’t care. It didn’t concern him, it wasn’t going to change anything…he didn’t care anymore. Why couldn’t they just quiet down and let him die in peace? It wouldn’t be much longer now, he was sure…
The door flew open.
Actually, that was not quite accurate. The wooden door forcibly parted company from its hinges and flew into the room, bouncing off the far wall before crashing to the stone floor in a shower of broken splinters. The room was suddenly filled with light, blinding him.
And…
People.
Squinting through the painful light, he could make out the forms. There were people in the room. Two adult men. From what he could see of the silhouettes, they were wearing swat gear with shields and police batons. There was a third man behind them, holding what looked like a small battering ram—probably what had been used to break in the door.
And they were yelling. So much yelling…
Shinichi felt a rush of terror surge through him as one of the men seemed to notice him. He was calling to his companions, gesturing to them to come over and see what he’d found. A kid, he said.
Three men.
He was sure there had been three men before…
Three adult men who were bigger than him, stronger than him, could do whatever they wanted to him…
It felt like there were hands everyone, punching and hitting and pulling at him.
“Kid?” one of them was reaching towards him now. “Kid, are you okay?”
Instinct simply said Get away, but escape was not possible.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shinichi could see the unmoving form still sprawled on the floor, caught in the light from the corridor. The body…one of the men in there had seen it and was looking it over. They would find the gun soon, too.
He might have screamed. He didn’t know.
Between the light and the noise and the intrusion and the realization that he’d been found—oh GOD, they had found him—and after being deprived of all those things for so long, Shinichi went into sensory overload. The world seemed to be exploding around him, and it terrified him.
He scrambled backwards across the floor, his bare feet slipping on the stones. It was a bad move; every bruise, every cut, every potentially broken bone began screaming at him in pain. That alone was almost enough to make him lose consciousness.
But if he lost consciousness, he would be completely at their mercy, unable to even struggle.
“We’re with the police,” one of the men said, kneeling down to Shinichi’s level. His voice surprisingly soft. “We’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to help you. We want to get you out of here.”
Shinichi heard the words but he could not process them. He just knew that these men were here for something, they were far more powerful than he, and he had no defense against them.
No…
He couldn’t go through that again. Not again. Unless that’s what he was good for like this—to be used as often as desired and thrown aside until he was convenient again? No…he couldn’t live through that.
Go away…
When the man reached out slowly towards him again, he realized that he could not breathe. His lungs refused to accept full breaths of air. Everything hurt, and he was pressed back into a corner. He wanted to tell them to stop.
Go away…
He tried, but his voice wouldn’t work. His mouth moved, but the words were gone. Nothing came out.
He wrapped his arms around his torso, clutching at the thin fabric that hung loosely off his thin frame—the clothing They had given him to wear, stripping him of everything but the most basic of necessities—and tried to force his voice to work. But there was nothing. He could barely even focus enough to formulate the words in his mind.
Leave me alone…
“This guy’s dead…and there’s a gun,” he heard a male voice say somewhere in the background. They’d found it. They’d found the evidence of his crime and now he was in for it...
Leave. Me. ALONE.
Shinichi gave up the struggle. He couldn’t win this—he had never been a match.
He let the world dissolve around him, and felt himself slide into the darkness again. The darkness was safe. No one bothered him in the darkness. He could be alone there, away from these people who wanted to hurt him. It was the only escape he had left—to go deeper inside.
As he slid down the wall, unconscious, Shinichi didn’t hear one of the men biting back a curse as he caught him. He didn’t hear them calling to more police officers outside. He didn’t feel the blanket being wrapped around his small form by gentle hands. He didn’t hear the worried murmurs around him.
He did not know the moment when a police officer—one of his rescuers—carried him out of the darkness of the room that was to have been his tomb…and into the light.
Day/Theme: Feb. 4: “When all the world dissolves.”
Series: Detective Conan
Character/Pairing: Shinichi (as Conan)
Rating: R/M
There was noise outside his room.
Shinichi lifted his head ever so slightly from his knees and peered through the darkness in the direction of the door. At first he thought he’d imagined hear the crashing sounds and shouting voices—why would there be any such noises here, in this god-forsaken place? But they were getting louder.
There were people outside this room.
After so much time in the silence, with only his victim for company and his injuries to remind him how far he had fallen, it was strange to hear actual sounds again. Probably his captors bringing some other poor soul in. How sad.
He lowered his head back to his arms. Whatever was going on out there, he really didn’t care. It didn’t concern him, it wasn’t going to change anything…he didn’t care anymore. Why couldn’t they just quiet down and let him die in peace? It wouldn’t be much longer now, he was sure…
The door flew open.
Actually, that was not quite accurate. The wooden door forcibly parted company from its hinges and flew into the room, bouncing off the far wall before crashing to the stone floor in a shower of broken splinters. The room was suddenly filled with light, blinding him.
And…
People.
Squinting through the painful light, he could make out the forms. There were people in the room. Two adult men. From what he could see of the silhouettes, they were wearing swat gear with shields and police batons. There was a third man behind them, holding what looked like a small battering ram—probably what had been used to break in the door.
And they were yelling. So much yelling…
Shinichi felt a rush of terror surge through him as one of the men seemed to notice him. He was calling to his companions, gesturing to them to come over and see what he’d found. A kid, he said.
Three men.
He was sure there had been three men before…
Three adult men who were bigger than him, stronger than him, could do whatever they wanted to him…
It felt like there were hands everyone, punching and hitting and pulling at him.
“Kid?” one of them was reaching towards him now. “Kid, are you okay?”
Instinct simply said Get away, but escape was not possible.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shinichi could see the unmoving form still sprawled on the floor, caught in the light from the corridor. The body…one of the men in there had seen it and was looking it over. They would find the gun soon, too.
He might have screamed. He didn’t know.
Between the light and the noise and the intrusion and the realization that he’d been found—oh GOD, they had found him—and after being deprived of all those things for so long, Shinichi went into sensory overload. The world seemed to be exploding around him, and it terrified him.
He scrambled backwards across the floor, his bare feet slipping on the stones. It was a bad move; every bruise, every cut, every potentially broken bone began screaming at him in pain. That alone was almost enough to make him lose consciousness.
But if he lost consciousness, he would be completely at their mercy, unable to even struggle.
“We’re with the police,” one of the men said, kneeling down to Shinichi’s level. His voice surprisingly soft. “We’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to help you. We want to get you out of here.”
Shinichi heard the words but he could not process them. He just knew that these men were here for something, they were far more powerful than he, and he had no defense against them.
No…
He couldn’t go through that again. Not again. Unless that’s what he was good for like this—to be used as often as desired and thrown aside until he was convenient again? No…he couldn’t live through that.
Go away…
When the man reached out slowly towards him again, he realized that he could not breathe. His lungs refused to accept full breaths of air. Everything hurt, and he was pressed back into a corner. He wanted to tell them to stop.
Go away…
He tried, but his voice wouldn’t work. His mouth moved, but the words were gone. Nothing came out.
He wrapped his arms around his torso, clutching at the thin fabric that hung loosely off his thin frame—the clothing They had given him to wear, stripping him of everything but the most basic of necessities—and tried to force his voice to work. But there was nothing. He could barely even focus enough to formulate the words in his mind.
Leave me alone…
“This guy’s dead…and there’s a gun,” he heard a male voice say somewhere in the background. They’d found it. They’d found the evidence of his crime and now he was in for it...
Leave. Me. ALONE.
Shinichi gave up the struggle. He couldn’t win this—he had never been a match.
He let the world dissolve around him, and felt himself slide into the darkness again. The darkness was safe. No one bothered him in the darkness. He could be alone there, away from these people who wanted to hurt him. It was the only escape he had left—to go deeper inside.
As he slid down the wall, unconscious, Shinichi didn’t hear one of the men biting back a curse as he caught him. He didn’t hear them calling to more police officers outside. He didn’t feel the blanket being wrapped around his small form by gentle hands. He didn’t hear the worried murmurs around him.
He did not know the moment when a police officer—one of his rescuers—carried him out of the darkness of the room that was to have been his tomb…and into the light.