Ben Tennyson awoke with a jolt, as though a surge of electricity,
emotion and shock shot through him like a transformer that had been hit by
lightening. As he sat up, his heart pounded, beating harder than ever
before. The room was dark and cold, and he was covered in icy
perspiration. A sudden shiver went down his spine – half from his low core
temperature, and half from his own impending sense of doom. He was
oblivious to his location, the time of day, and whether he was safe from
the enemy that had almost taken his life.
Ben looked around, his heart anxiously pumping, the adrenaline
surging through his body, as it was at what seemed to be less than a split
second ago, before he lost consciousness. He felt a warm hand touch his
upper arm, the contact immediately sending yet another jolt through his
body. He let out a terrified scream.