Looking around in the pitch black he realized this was his chance...  The stimulants were keeping him aware of the world, his altered perception allowed him to see the natural swirls of color that others were never able to see.  He thought vigorously on his situation, he was strapped with leather to a chair.  The swirls of color started to speak, taunting him, telling him how weak he was.  He wasn't weak.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes he concentrated, it was hard...  His eyes popped open again soon, the colors swirling in the dark air laughed at him and his attempts to free himself.  He didn't struggle though, he knew it was hopeless.  He started to take deep ragged breaths...  In...  Out...  He tried to slow them, but soon he was panting...  This was wrong, he shook his head as the colors teased him more.<br/><br/>He started to whisper disjointed prayers to the color filled air around him.  Whispering soft and quick...<br/><br/>Putting his mind to work, the leather straps holding him started to slowly slide off again.  It wasn't quick, but perhaps there would be enough time.  The dancing swirling colors continued to laugh at him.