Wes awoke in his cell, hyperventilating. His body was shaking and his sight was fading in and out of blurriness.
He tried to get up but he ended up falling to the floor as his body continually shook.
Wes didn't understand what was happening. He knew that he'd been feeling hungry in recent times but he had never felt this hungry.
He tried to make it to the bars to call out to the guards but passed out before he could do so.
A few seconds later, Wes's shadow started to stretch and elongate. It began to take form.
At first, it was just a larger version of Weather's shadow. But then a solitary eye appeared on the shadow. The pupil was red and the iris was slitted. The shadow morphed further as it straightened out to form a figure. The eye moved to where it should be on the face as another eye appeared next to it.
A sharp-toothed smile formed on the shadow as it looked down at Weather. Slowly it started to peel off the ground as arms started to form out of its mass. Its body and arms began to loom over Wes. Its head and body didn't have any real defining features; except for its head being spiky and each finger being a sharpened, thin claw. It had no feet as its body was attached to Wes.
As it looked over him, clouds started to swirl above Wes's unconscious body forming the top half of Weather Report, from the shoulders up.
"Oh well look who decided to show up. If it isn't Mr Bluesky himself. So tell me." The shadow said in a snarky tone. "What are we gonna do about this?" It said a little more seriously.
Weather Report didn't respond and simply moved around Wes, inspecting his body.
As Weather Report looked over Wes the shadow began to get more and more impatient. As its smile quickly turned into a scowl.
"Do you really think that you simply observing him will do us any good? We both know that he's hungry so let's just get him some food." It yelled at Weather Report.
Weather Report stopped what it was doing and slowly turned to look at the shadow. It didn't say anything, slightly unnerving the shadow.
"Not just anything will do Mr. Brightside. You should know this. He'd been regurgitating what he's been eating for the past week. You need to pick carefully." It spoke as it hovered closer to Mr. Brightside. "Otherwise you'll only cause him more pain." Weather Report said. This time in a threatening tone. With small flashes and sparks of lightning dancing across and inside its body.
Mr. Brightside backed up slightly by stretching Wes's shadow. His eye twitched slightly once Weather Report finished speaking. He hated being talked down to. Especially if it was by Weather Report.
"I know that. I've been in his shadow all day every day!" He yelled. "If there's nowhere to dump it where the hell do you think it lands!?" Mr. Brightside yelled. His arms slowly raised to his face. Fingers twitching and bending in anger.
Weather Report stared at him for a few seconds before responding. "You know...I'm hearing a lot of complaining and not seeing a lot of moving."
Mr. Brightside froze for a second as it processed what Weather Report said. Not long after the upper part of his right eye, the same one as before started to rapidly twitch. With his arms shaking in anger.
Even though he wanted to talk back he choose not to. Swallowing his pride and bending Wes's shadow towards the one on the cell wall. Once it touched the darkened wall. It removed itself from Wes's shadow and moved onto the one on the wall as Wes's shadow returned to normal.
This time it didn't leave its two-dimensional confines and stayed as a simple shadow. Moving on the wall and through the prison bars and onto the ceiling.
For the next hour, he searched for something that Wes could eat. Avoiding anything that he had regurgitated.
And the longer it searched, the worse and weirder it felt. It was starting to lose its sight. And it was starting to hover over the sleeping prisoners. Eyes slowly turning grey and readying to strike. It was able to stop itself the first few times. But eventually, with its eyes turned fully grey, it attached itself to one of the more heavier male prisoners and dragged them into the shadows on the cell walls.
With it slowly consuming them inside the shadows on its way back to Wes's cell. The prisoner's yells and cries of pain couldn't and didn't alert the guards to what was happening as no sound could escape from Mr. Brightside's body. Not a single sound.