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The Cold and Dark Hell part 3 |
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~It’s so cold
Why does it hurt?
I can’t open my eyes.
Why does this cold wrack my body with pain?
It’s so dark, I wish I could open my eyes. I pain wont go away. Where is this pain coming from? I wish it would go away, and I wish my eyes would open.
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What’s that light? It’s warm and flickering. Is it fire? Yes! I think it is fire! I can open my eyes now…~
My eyes open, and the sight before me brings very painful memories to the surface, but this time it’s much different. I’m in a huge room, filled with people and many tall and strange machines. A huge spherical tank is by a wall, the tank I had been inside only moments before. It was cold and painful. I wanted to escape. So I did. Now, everything was in flames. Everyone was dead. Glass from the tank lay shattered all over the floor. I stood in the middle of all the wreckage. My eyes glowed a bright blood red. My body had strange black armor on it, like it was actually part of my skin. I was covered in blood, the blood of the dead people that littered the room. Some of them were burning, and most of the machines were destroyed. I looked down at my hands, they were now covered in think red blood.
~I did this…I destroyed the lab…I killed the scientists. What did they do to me? Why am I in so much pain? What…What am I?~
My body crumbles to the ground, overwhelmed with pain and exhaustion….and fear. My body begins to glow silver, it looks kind of pretty, but also scary. It stops, and the black armor is gone. Tears leak from my eyes, but they aren’t my tears. They are now bloody tears that trail down my face and splash onto the floor.
~What am I!?!~
I close my eyes, and fall back into cold darkness.
When I awake, I’m in a white hospital bed surrounded by a white curtain. I sit up and wobbly get out of bed, using the side table for support. I pull back the curtain to reveal what I recognized as the labs infirmary. A nurse soon spots me and trots over to where I stood.
“You’re finally awake E.C.1 prototype.” She says annoyingly.
“Don’t call me that.” I say a little too harshly.
She cringes at my tone and I see fear all over her face.
“D-Do you remember anything at all?” she asks warily.
“I remember everything. How long have I been asleep?”
“A-almost f-five d-days.” She stammers.
I thought it was kind of amusing that this grown up nurse would be afraid of a little girl, though I wasn’t that little anymore. I could also understand why she’s afraid after what I had done.
“How much longer do I have to stay in this godforsaken lab?” I ask irritably.
“Well, seeing that you, um, killed almost all the scientists, you’re free to go. For now.” She says nervously.
I nod and she gives a small sigh of relief. Without another word, I walk away, hoping I’ll never have to return to this hell hole.
 Simora Yumoto · Thu Nov 15, 2007 @ 07:15pm · 2 Comments |
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