Media: (Ryuga's) Dark Nebula Pod

[Okay, this gets kinda gross at the end as it mentions bodies exploding]

When I woke up again, I couldn't move my lower limbs. Not only my lower limbs, but what seemed like everything below my shoulders.

"Crap," I hissed, the syllable to be followed by more colorful words, but falling short. "What... what the hell?" 

The air was stuffy, humid- that was for sure. 

Goddamn, it took a look to lift my head enough to crane it and look down my body.

Wires.

Bloody wires, out of all things.

Thick, thin, covered in metal, covered in rubber- all of them wrapped around my body, protruding out of places such as my arm. Little suction cubs (with those little roundish-but-square white pads that they use at hospitals) were on my arms and legs, but one seemed much heavier then the rest.

It was probably because of the metal block thing attached to it, yeah? 

Something in my neck popped as I strained my neck higher, only to hit it on a surface. With a growl, I glanced up- or at least, tried to- I think I was laying flat on my back.

The dark ceiling only had a bit of light- coming from the rounded square in the middle, depicting a dim green ceiling with a bunch of tubes.

A stupid glass opening.

I was in a freaking pod, just like the one Kimi had shoved me in.

Kimi.

The name left a dark taste on my tongue and threatened to have bile bubble up. 

Holy shit, I'm in a pod.

My lungs felt like they were about to collapse in on my heart, for every breath became heavy and labored. 

Instantly, my mind started to spin, trying to attempt to scramble for any reason why the hell I would be in a freaking pod.

"Feed her to L-Drago."

"Feed your life force to L-Drago!" 

That was what Doji said, right?" 

I attempted to shift in the cramped area, to so avail, then glanced back down at the block thing, which read 60%.

My throat clogged up. What the hell?

No, no, no, this was not happening.

On the inside, it felt like my body was squirming, not to happy with the small cramped area. I could feel beads of sweat roll down my face, which probably meant that I was panicking more then I thought.

With a final jerk, feeling surged back into my right hand, accompanied by a prickling sensation. 

I swallowed, turning my attention to my other hand with the device on it, my right hand fiddling with the wire wound across my upper arm. 

Just the thought of accepting that I was in the pod made me shudder and breathe heavier. 

Shit, don't tell me I'm claustrophobic... I never had a problem until now- then again, I did spend a lot of time outside in open areas...! 

I felt like walls were closing in on me, iron gates blocking my view. 

Lifting my hand, I curled it into a fist, smacking it against the glass, resulting in a dull noise. 

What time is it? Same day? 

Shit, I hate not knowing things...

Swallowing deeply in attempt to calm the heavy thud in my ears, I still could hear the dull roar outside the pod. Lowering my hand back to my side, I noted that 60% had jumped up to 61%. 

As I watched, the 61% disappeared, then the words absorbing life-force to appeared for a second, before going up to 62%.

What the hell...? 

I'm scared, my heart begged. Just fall asleep again.

I ground my teeth in frustration, refusing to let fear get to to my head. I can't fall asleep. 

The rapid beat-beat of my heart only proved that, along clear layer of sweat that had former over my skin. 

It only proved that I was scared. 

All my life, I hated being scared. I attempted to put on a strong face for anyone who attempted to lash out with insults.

I just hated the feeling of fear, that feeling of frigid fear rooted deep in your veins, that feeling of shuddering anxiety in your heart. 

Everything shut off. 

A canvas, full of hues of orange, brown, black, and red.  

Trees, stripped bare of their leaves, which laid burnt beyond belief at their trunks. 

A painting of utter destruction.

Littered all around me were shattered pieces of metal, but there was one pile that caught my eye. I knelt, gathered up the pieces in my heads, and my heart gave a jolt upon recognizing the face bolt of Thunder Eagle. 

I'm sorry.

That was the word that rung out in my head as the pieces of metal dissolved into sand in my very hands, slipping through the cracks of my fingers and disappearing into the ground. 

"Eagle...?" I whispered. 

Upon hearing laughter, my head jerked up, locating the source of the laughter.

It was crazed laughter, one that sounded more terrifying then the worse of thunder, one that caused chills to run its' hands up my arms, then down my back. 

Standing in the midst of the shadows was a boy, probably not much older then Kyoya Tategami himself. White hair, almost a silver like Tsubasa's, but a red, spiked splotch was located on the left side, near his brow. 

The gleam of the deep purple eyes of the golden dragon headpiece he wore around his hairline caused me to swallow, but my mouth had run dry. 

He lifted a hand, a purple orb being summoned to it, more a lavender color towards the middle and rose the arm into the air above his head.

"What... what are you doing?" I whispered, shrinking back. 

Fear. Fear. Fearfearfearfearfear. FeARFEArfEARFeARFearFeaR. 

He brought his hand back to the side once the purple orb had shot into the sky, his yellow eyes alit with malice as the bodies started to appear.

Bodies.

Bodies, draped over the bare branches of the trees, propped up against bloodied rocks, just strayed among the ground as if they had just tripped. 

Near his feet... was Una's and Shaun's body. 

I screeched. 

With a flick of his hand, the bodies simultaneously combusted, and my scream rose in pitch. Darkness swept across the scene, and all I could see was Kyoya standing with his back to me.

He turned to face me, but instead of his usually slitted blue irises, it was a pit of blackness staring at me. 

His eyes were entirely black, no whites. 

Almost with the movements of a zombie, he cocked his head to the side, and mouthed:

'Ryuga Kishatu, the Dragon Emperor'.