White

Thud.

Consciousness immediately snapped back into him. He wheezed to chase the air that pumped out of him. His chest ached with an impacting pain. He looked up from the darkness in which he was submerged. On an elevated platform stood two Angels. They seemed to have tossed him down into the dark pit he now laid in. They both turned around and walked past a door that locked behind them.

"Turn on the lights!" Someone yelled.

The sound of electrical current encircled him. He was suddenly engulfed by a blinding bright white. His eyes didn't burn though, and with this he sighed of relief.

"You can rest assure for the next 10 minutes or so. After that, your temporary Resistor will have worn off and these lights will once again burn your pupils out. Endure it will you, Mr. Regardius?" Raphael spoke through an intercom in the room.

Reed felt himself immediately enrage. The familiar voice, the familiar tone, the familiar title he'd been being called. He didn't need a visual to know Raphael was present.

Reed screamed with fury. "SHOW YOURSELF RAPHAEL! I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!"

His loud words were followed with silence.

"You shouldn't act so violent at such a young age Mr. Regardius. However, your wrathful nature benefits me. What an anomaly."

Reed was fuming. He ran up against the walls and began slamming it.

"LET ME OUT!!!"

Bangs echoed throughout the tall room

"I'll see you two days from now. Until then, Mr. Regardius."

Reed froze for a moment. "Hey… I SAID LET ME OUT!!!"

He continued to bang and bang and bang.

Slamming his arms against the walls, he depended on his provided strength to hopefully bust through. But it was met with no result. Instead, a stationary white wall remained in place, never to move. In fact, it was the only wall in the room.

The Cell of Solitude was unnatural as a room. It contained no corners. The cell was simply one long white wall that wrapped around Reed in a circle. If he faced one direction and focused on the wall, it'd seem as if his surroundings were never ending.

The cell was circular and tall, making it essentially a cylinder. A white cylinder.

Everywhere he looked was just white. The wall was white. The floor was white. The ceiling was white.

Every part of the room was so similarly white that it all blended in with each other, giving the feeling that he sat in absolute nothingness, surrounded by white.

As Reed looked around in attempt of making out what was what, he noticed that the walls and floors were beginning to get brighter. The simple whiteness was starting to resemble looking at the sun.

The brighter and brighter it got, the more Reed's eyes began to burn. No matter where he looked, it was the same blinding bright white. He couldn't even tell if he was turning around or looking in different directions anymore.

The white was becoming so bright, it began ingraining into his own sight, inducing excruciating pain. Now he absolutely couldn't tell if he was just looking at one spot, or many others. Not only did every direction look the same, but from where he looked previously was ingrained into his sight, bringing it to the next spot he'd look.

Bright and white. White and bright.

The one sight he saw was becoming so mesmerizing, Reed didn't even know if he was in the cell anymore.

The pain and confusion brought Reed to a delirious state. He started to reassess whether he was actually in a room or not. Was he in a room? Or was he in straight-up nothingness? A void of white that would consume himself and his thoughts.

White.

That's all Reed could think of was white.

Did he see white? Did he see at all?

Now Reed began contemplating whether he was actually seeing anything at all anymore.

He still felt the ground beneath his feet. He looked down to see his feet. All he saw was white.

Was the light so bright he couldn't bear sight?

Now he needed to determine whether he even looked down or not. Maybe he was still looking up? Or was he looking straight, left, right?

Reed didn't know. He didn't know anything. Nothing but the association of white.

The sight of white transcended his four other senses. Not only did he see white, but he smelt white, he heard white, he tasted white, and he felt white.

White was so prevalent that he no longer felt the blinding pain that burned his eyes.

Everything was white.

He was nothing but white.

White.