All of Me - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[anamaryarmygram.livejournal.com]

This is the result of a drabble switch with colonial_teapot.

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Illya Kuryakin lay strapped to a table, bathed in the invisible rays of the Algogene. Its radiation drilled into his flesh, physically harmless, but so painful that he knew he would be in danger of insanity if it were prolonged.

And alongside it, a more personal kind of mental agony: a terrible unknowing: the memory of Napoleon being led into another, louder room.

Both tortures ended simultaneously. The beam shut off. Footsteps. A voice.

“Where does it hurt, tovarisch?”

Like an undamped vibraphone, the pain rang on. “Everywhere,” said Illya. Above him, his partner's face crimped with concern. “And… nowhere.”

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

A well thought drabble, each paragraph most neat.

[anamaryarmygram.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That's the challenge of a drabble, isn't it? To leave out like 90% of the story -- without letting the 10% become totally obscure.