The sea was angry.
The waves, black in the dark night, crashed upon the rock with a furious energy. The DJ stood in his prison window, on top of the tower that was built on the rocks that rose out of the sea.
He looked at the sea and sighed.
Turning away from the window, he hit a switch by the wall and the room was enveloped in darkness. Only a dull blue glow from a console provided illumination. He stepped up to the console and flipped a switch. A dull beat started to thrum from the speakers placed in the room. He pushed a slider up to 11, turned a knob and the beat took on texture.
Then, he added layers of music to the beat. The sound built and built till the walls reverberated and the sound of angry sea outside the window was nothing but a whisper in the background.
The DJ's fingers moved on the console like snakes to the beat of music, tweaking the tune till it reached that perfect pitch, the precipice, crest of a wave of love and hate. And he turned it down, all the way.
Silence dawned, the sea roared.
Then, the bass dropped.
The noise was maddening. Waves shrank away from the tower as if pushed by a might hand. And the noise kept on rising, driving back the sea.
The sea crawled back into its shell as the tower's window flashed with brilliant colors, sucking up light and throwing out signals of a specific frequency, for the one somewhere out in the world.
By the time the console's lights dimmed again, the DJ's fingers were bleeding. A nosebleed had painted his upper lip red, but he was happy. His message was out there. Help would come soon.
At least he hoped it will.
The sound from the tower spread out into the world seeking the person it was meant for. It shuffled through dreams of people all over the world till it found the receiver.
And in a tiny room at the base of a pyramid by the river Nile, a girl with electric blue hair screamed and woke up from her dream.