From somewhere above, somewhere far, far too high, he can hear Neil calling his name. Much closer, he can hear Danny, but he can't make sense of any of the words. In the dark, somewhere down a tunnel, he can hear the whispers starting already. The flowers are there, they have to be. They're there, he's convinced, vibrating with noise, murmuring to him in German and Mathias twists on the ground, trying to get his feet under him.
There's a sharp pain in his left leg and he cries out hoarsely, swatting at vines that are touching his neck, caressing his skin because they know he's back. This time, he's here to stay. They're saying his name in the dark, saying the names of the others who died on that hill and he can suddenly hear the creak of a windlass, though there's nothing above them.
Without thinking, his mind filled with fear and memories, Mathias draws in a deep breath to shout for Neil, to ask him for help, but all that comes out is a terrified cry.
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Date: 2011-07-07 12:12 am (UTC)There's a sharp pain in his left leg and he cries out hoarsely, swatting at vines that are touching his neck, caressing his skin because they know he's back. This time, he's here to stay. They're saying his name in the dark, saying the names of the others who died on that hill and he can suddenly hear the creak of a windlass, though there's nothing above them.
Without thinking, his mind filled with fear and memories, Mathias draws in a deep breath to shout for Neil, to ask him for help, but all that comes out is a terrified cry.