FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Wake Up Now

It was his splitting headache that woke him up. It was torture to move his head even for a little bit. It pounded ferociously, like he had offended the thunder god or whatever he’s called and he’s using his hammer to pound the shit out of his brain. That was how he felt. For a long minute, all he could feel and think about was the pain in his head. Remembering what had caused that pain was not hard, but it was in itself a painful memory. Was the Indian man’s fist so heavy that it felt like he was fucking paralyzed?

He started to move and then froze. He wasn’t sure where he was but he was certain that one shouldn’t move if kidnapped. That was exactly what happened to him—he was kidnapped off the streets and taken to god knows where. The next thing to do was stay really still and get to understand his environment. Draven stayed very still and opened his eyes slowly. It was dark, stuffy, and tight. He couldn’t move several parts of his body because they felt stiff and tight, especially h