For what seemed like an excruciatingly long period of time, Sullivan remained in an odd state of awareness. If anything could describe it, it was like floating in a thick soup of nothingness: a vacuum where light nor sound nor smell existed.
Though he could distinctly feel his body-- head, chest, arms, legs-- he did not know where exactly he began or ended, as if he was a part of the void he had found himself in. He felt a pulsing sensation where he thought his lungs should be, but did not take in or expel air from them as he breathed. His attempts to move were not as fruitless, though they were met with a friction the consistency of molasse
Atomac: The One He Looked Up To by Robenix, literature
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Atomac: The One He Looked Up To
The only audible sounds Ralph Matheson could hear as he walked through Carl's Gym to the locker commons, save the crackle of fluorescent lights, was his own shuffle of clothes and footsteps. Even the receptionist didn't say anything to him as he entered, only a silent nod and smiling eyes.
He thought it was a tad forced.
It was only two weeks before that he had dragged Felix here to spar in the ring: meeting heroes was an almost-intended side effect, but the fact that he was in the right place at the right time was a genuine surprise to them both. Ralph needed to fish for a convincing reason for his friend to get in the ring, and the his pr
