Chapter One - Part Four

When everything went black a white speck of light poked through the darkness like a lone star in the night sky.
Steadily He watched it's mass get bigger ripping through the darkness as if it were a train light, Getting closer to Him with each second that went by.
He felt like He was on the tracks but finding Himself strangely floating midair and unable to move away from the oncoming light.
He would wave His arms much like a swimming motion and feeling as though He was making His way upward but when He looked He saw the light continuing to move in His direction with no sign of stopping whatsoever.
A burst of overwhelming pain shot though His body as the light came into contact with Him blinding Him as well with a intensity He had never felt or seen before that point.
He screamed out as a glimpse of a high ceiling started focusing and a high pitched beeping rang in His ears, a blurred figure came into the picture standing over Him as He scream out in pain.
A strange echo fumbled around His ears unable to grasp onto the language the figure spoke as all of a sudden the light that had hit Him backed up and shot back through the darkness to dissipate into nothingness again.
All at once He was in the void of a pitch black space again, not knowing which way was up or down, the blackness going on forever as if He was embodied within a universal mobius strip.
He looked on in the infinite darkness hoping to get a heading of something familiar, something He would recognize as being trustworthy to His sight but nothing like that existed in the place He was in.
Closing His eyes He floated in place while in the nothingness of the space He was in leaving a silence so great that sound seemed to be absorbed from the very moment it entered the atmosphere.
He would try to talk but His speech sounded distorted then it would cut off, stifle and dissipate quickly as if a vacuum were sucking up His words.
It was then He felt it, pieces of Him being taken from His body as if molecule by molecule were departing making it look like sand blowing through the air.
As the bits of Him floated away He started to scream, it wasn't because it hurt or was painful but the thought of being blown away with a seemingly non-existent wind was terrifying to Him as He did not know where He would go nor if He would come together again in the end.
Strands of Himself whist away with Hedzel grasping greedily at what was once pieces of Himself only for them to slip through His hands as He continued to unravel to His very core before His very eyes.
Closing His eyes He stopped, realizing He was fighting an up hill battle and foolishly trying to keep something that was not permanent.
He drift away into the darkness carried away by an unknown force that now held sway in the darkness with no control on the part of Hedzel.
He didn't know what would become of Him and that was what He feared the most, to be tossed and thrown with the wind.
With His eyes closed the last of Him detached from the rest of the remaining pieces and followed the rest of the bits in it's now current state of unrest, flowing as if it were a river of sand across a vast stretch of nothingness.