King Chaos
Pomeo Osoponeor
A checkered patern looming in front of his eyes, the black and white patch work squares turned all to grey for a second and then break apart again, hazed edges, roof tiles. Not till he heard the distant bleep of a life support machine and the sickly, rubbery scent of latex gloves, bleach and the faintest odor of vomit did Elijah realise he was infact, laying in a hospital bed...