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Litost Preface

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Published: Aug 28, 2009

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Litost</u> (Czech) n. A state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.
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Kicking. Screaming. Struggling.

They were pulling him. Their grips were too tight. He couldn't break free. He was more scared than he ever had been in his life, for he knew who they were. They were taking him away from everything he knew and loved. If he succumbed, he would never see his family or his friends again. He'd never get his life back.

He was trying to run, but they had his arms and they were too strong. Angry, frightened, confused tears ran down his cheeks. He was sweating like he had never sweat before.

They had his parents, too. They weren't taking his parents away - only he was leaving - but they were holding his parents back to prevent them from trying to follow him. They held their arms just as they were holding his: Tightly and impossible to break free.

He knew why they had him, of course. He knew all too well. After all, he had lived with the reason all his life. He had been able to evade them and keep a low profile, but now they had found him and caught him, and there was no escape. Despite this knowledge, he struggled.

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He woke up to find himself laying on something cold and hard. He tried to move, but couldn't. Restraints - straps - were keeping him tied tight to whatever he was on. As everything came into focus, he realized where he was. Some sort of strange, eerie hospital. He was on a freezing steel cart, being wheeled quickly down the halls. He tried to talk, but his speech was slurred from whatever they had injected him with earlier. It had been some kind of sedative, he was sure of it.

He was pushed into a room that much resembled the ER of a hospital. Everything was coming back to him now. Only moments ago he had been fighting for his life, and been pulled from everything he knew. He didn't know what was coming next, but he knew it couldn't be good.

The people that had been pushing the cart, dressed in white coats, started talking quickly and in a hushed tone. One of them realized he was awake. They quickly picked up another syringe and stuck it into his arm. He felt the sting only for a minute before fading into darkness.