Tavish's eyes flashed open to reveal the aluminum ceiling, still there with no black voids. He heard a flurry of footsteps followed by furious knocking on his door. He tried to move to open it, but his arms and legs wouldn't obey him. They felt as if they were being pulled upon by something hard, and clamped around his wrists and ankles.
He remembered where he was now.
The door made a clicking noise, most likely the lock being shifted, and a loud screech when the heavy door swung open. He was strapped to the bed for his own good. Her beautiful brown curls danced about her as she rushed to his side. She quickly unlatched the restraints and hugged him with all her might. Her face was red with tears and Tavish could only guess what made her so upset. It was his night terrors. The doctors told him it was something that couldn't be fixed. The only solution seemed to just let him be. He felt his sister's cold hands grab a hold of his warm face as he tried to focus his eyes on hers. Everything seemed to be blurry, as it always was after each night. He felt this thing was getting worse. The restraints had begun to dig into his skin this past night. "Tav, I heard you screaming and the bed shaking, and all the noise-"
"I know, it's getting worse Tor," He said as he sat himself up, pushing her arms away from his body. He turned his back to his little sister and swung his legs over the edge of the simple bed. He bent over and rubbed his face with his cold hands and let out a long sigh. It had been sixteen years since the election of the new Azar, and all the man had done was cause chaos and sorrow. Tavish and Victoria's parents were murdered by his soldiers when they refused to build war machines for him. He wanted to rule all of the twenty habitable planets and to do that, he needed engineers. Not just any engineers, people who could build weapons that could destroy anything, people who could build battle suits. It was his parents unlucky profession that they made guns. Any who resisted were either killed, or subjected to a kind of testing that no one had returned to tell.
Tavish stood up and walked over to his dresser and put on a button up shirt, over it he added a vest with some sort of device attached to it. It had brass needles on it that dug into his spine when he pressed it in. At this point it wasn't painful. The device was something that recorded his bio-electric energy throughout the day. He made it himself to see how much energy he had left before he knew he had to go to bed. The machine ran on his own bio-electric energy of course, and it used a numerous amount of cogs and little tubes that lit up when electricity
He remembered where he was now.
The door made a clicking noise, most likely the lock being shifted, and a loud screech when the heavy door swung open. He was strapped to the bed for his own good. Her beautiful brown curls danced about her as she rushed to his side. She quickly unlatched the restraints and hugged him with all her might. Her face was red with tears and Tavish could only guess what made her so upset. It was his night terrors. The doctors told him it was something that couldn't be fixed. The only solution seemed to just let him be. He felt his sister's cold hands grab a hold of his warm face as he tried to focus his eyes on hers. Everything seemed to be blurry, as it always was after each night. He felt this thing was getting worse. The restraints had begun to dig into his skin this past night. "Tav, I heard you screaming and the bed shaking, and all the noise-"
"I know, it's getting worse Tor," He said as he sat himself up, pushing her arms away from his body. He turned his back to his little sister and swung his legs over the edge of the simple bed. He bent over and rubbed his face with his cold hands and let out a long sigh. It had been sixteen years since the election of the new Azar, and all the man had done was cause chaos and sorrow. Tavish and Victoria's parents were murdered by his soldiers when they refused to build war machines for him. He wanted to rule all of the twenty habitable planets and to do that, he needed engineers. Not just any engineers, people who could build weapons that could destroy anything, people who could build battle suits. It was his parents unlucky profession that they made guns. Any who resisted were either killed, or subjected to a kind of testing that no one had returned to tell.
Tavish stood up and walked over to his dresser and put on a button up shirt, over it he added a vest with some sort of device attached to it. It had brass needles on it that dug into his spine when he pressed it in. At this point it wasn't painful. The device was something that recorded his bio-electric energy throughout the day. He made it himself to see how much energy he had left before he knew he had to go to bed. The machine ran on his own bio-electric energy of course, and it used a numerous amount of cogs and little tubes that lit up when electricity
