Post by Rated R on Mar 14, 2008 18:07:19 GMT -5
I don’t know where I am, or why I am here. Everything seems distorted, like I am here, but I am not meant to be here. My head is pounding and my sight seems like a broken TV set, the image flickering and unclear, the pixels not entirely joining together to make the full image.
People in white coats rush around me, their footsteps echoing off the metal floor, each sound is like a knife being pierced into my skull. None of them seem to realize that I am here, and yet I stand amongst them, my presence is obvious, and yet they are oblivious to it.
The room around me is large, the walls and floors are white and sterile, as if their personality has been stripped away from them and they now stand as a shell of their former glory. The scientists rush around, scribbling notes on clipboards and talking in whispers, words that I can’t make out. Computers are laid out on desks throughout the room; people sit behind them, each one looking the same, with that lifeless and corporate look in their eyes, typing away as if their lives depend on it.
In the centre of the room stands a large glass tube, which seems to be the focal point of the room, everyone’s attention is drawn to it, people check details about it on the computer screens, and scientists make notes on everything that happens.
I move closer to the tube, each step echoes throughout the room but nobody seems to notice, as if I am not actually here. I move closer and am horrified at what I see. There is somebody in the tube, somebody I seem to recognize.
He can only be thirteen or fourteen, his hair is lengthy, as if it hasn’t been cut in months, his eyes are closed and he shows no signs of life other than his chest slowly rising and falling. There are tubes leading to his arms and legs, each one ending with a needle which pierces the skin. He looks lifeless, as if he is floating in the air with nothing holding him up.
?: Any changes?
I turn sharply to find the source of the noise, the first noise I have heard since arriving in this cold and uncaring place. I take a step back in surprise and all the air in my body seems to have escaped at one. The man who spoke is Pryce, the exact same man who I saw when I blacked out.
Scientist: No sir, nothing.
The scientist hands Pryce his clipboard and he scans down it, his eyes darting quickly from one piece of data to the next. He looks up, directly at me. I freeze, still not sure what is going on, my head still groggy. He doesn’t seem to notice me and I realize he is looking straight through me at the boy behind me.
Pryce: His vitals are still the same, did his latest blood work come back?
Scientist: Yes sir.
Pryce: And?
Scientist: It’s still there sir.
Pryce: How can it keep returning?
I walk up to Pryce, each step becoming more of a struggle, my head feels heavy and every step I take feels like my last one before I fall.
Scientist: We don’t know sir, we continue to remove it from his system but every time we do his body seems to react by re creating it.
Pryce: How can it be recreated, it’s not meant to exist, its impossible.
I am getting closer now, and yet I feel further away than ever before, I continue to fumble my way forward, my mind now intent on figuring out what is going on before my mind crumbles and I cease to exist inside this fragile host of a body.
Scientist: We are still working on that sir; we have tried everything we can think off. It has bonded to his system.
Pryce: It wasn’t meant to; he was a test subject, to see how fast it works.
Scientist: It works perfectly sir, the other test subject reacted within moments, there is very little of the original left.
I stand just in front of Pryce, my head dizzy and my eyes unfocused, I try to grip Pryce’s arm but my hand doesn’t seem to connect. The walls around me seem to be melting around me, most of what was originally here has now been torn away, and my head is burning from within.
Pryce: So why is it not doing the same with him.
Scientist: It is something about his blood sir; it’s like nothing we have seen before, it something new, something… wrong.
Pryce puts the clipboard down and walks away with the scientist, eventually blending in with the rest of the room. There is nothing unique anymore, everything looks the same, a blend of light and dark, the only thing left is me and the clipboard.
Suddenly I am falling, the last thing I see before I hit the ground is the name on the papers that Pryce was reading.
Subject Name: Trace Demon.
Status: True status unknown, seemingly Dead but Alive at the same time.
I jump forward, my heart is beating a million miles per minute, and my body feels as if it has died, as if nothing is responding to me. A hand grips my arm as I try to breath.
Kara: Are you okay?
I realize where we are, just hours away from Nevada.
Kara: What was it, a dream?
I struggle to get the words out of my mouth as I gather my bearings.
Trace: No.
I look up at her, and speak the only words I can get out before passing out against.
Trace: A memory.
People in white coats rush around me, their footsteps echoing off the metal floor, each sound is like a knife being pierced into my skull. None of them seem to realize that I am here, and yet I stand amongst them, my presence is obvious, and yet they are oblivious to it.
The room around me is large, the walls and floors are white and sterile, as if their personality has been stripped away from them and they now stand as a shell of their former glory. The scientists rush around, scribbling notes on clipboards and talking in whispers, words that I can’t make out. Computers are laid out on desks throughout the room; people sit behind them, each one looking the same, with that lifeless and corporate look in their eyes, typing away as if their lives depend on it.
In the centre of the room stands a large glass tube, which seems to be the focal point of the room, everyone’s attention is drawn to it, people check details about it on the computer screens, and scientists make notes on everything that happens.
I move closer to the tube, each step echoes throughout the room but nobody seems to notice, as if I am not actually here. I move closer and am horrified at what I see. There is somebody in the tube, somebody I seem to recognize.
He can only be thirteen or fourteen, his hair is lengthy, as if it hasn’t been cut in months, his eyes are closed and he shows no signs of life other than his chest slowly rising and falling. There are tubes leading to his arms and legs, each one ending with a needle which pierces the skin. He looks lifeless, as if he is floating in the air with nothing holding him up.
?: Any changes?
I turn sharply to find the source of the noise, the first noise I have heard since arriving in this cold and uncaring place. I take a step back in surprise and all the air in my body seems to have escaped at one. The man who spoke is Pryce, the exact same man who I saw when I blacked out.
Scientist: No sir, nothing.
The scientist hands Pryce his clipboard and he scans down it, his eyes darting quickly from one piece of data to the next. He looks up, directly at me. I freeze, still not sure what is going on, my head still groggy. He doesn’t seem to notice me and I realize he is looking straight through me at the boy behind me.
Pryce: His vitals are still the same, did his latest blood work come back?
Scientist: Yes sir.
Pryce: And?
Scientist: It’s still there sir.
Pryce: How can it keep returning?
I walk up to Pryce, each step becoming more of a struggle, my head feels heavy and every step I take feels like my last one before I fall.
Scientist: We don’t know sir, we continue to remove it from his system but every time we do his body seems to react by re creating it.
Pryce: How can it be recreated, it’s not meant to exist, its impossible.
I am getting closer now, and yet I feel further away than ever before, I continue to fumble my way forward, my mind now intent on figuring out what is going on before my mind crumbles and I cease to exist inside this fragile host of a body.
Scientist: We are still working on that sir; we have tried everything we can think off. It has bonded to his system.
Pryce: It wasn’t meant to; he was a test subject, to see how fast it works.
Scientist: It works perfectly sir, the other test subject reacted within moments, there is very little of the original left.
I stand just in front of Pryce, my head dizzy and my eyes unfocused, I try to grip Pryce’s arm but my hand doesn’t seem to connect. The walls around me seem to be melting around me, most of what was originally here has now been torn away, and my head is burning from within.
Pryce: So why is it not doing the same with him.
Scientist: It is something about his blood sir; it’s like nothing we have seen before, it something new, something… wrong.
Pryce puts the clipboard down and walks away with the scientist, eventually blending in with the rest of the room. There is nothing unique anymore, everything looks the same, a blend of light and dark, the only thing left is me and the clipboard.
Suddenly I am falling, the last thing I see before I hit the ground is the name on the papers that Pryce was reading.
Subject Name: Trace Demon.
Status: True status unknown, seemingly Dead but Alive at the same time.
I jump forward, my heart is beating a million miles per minute, and my body feels as if it has died, as if nothing is responding to me. A hand grips my arm as I try to breath.
Kara: Are you okay?
I realize where we are, just hours away from Nevada.
Kara: What was it, a dream?
I struggle to get the words out of my mouth as I gather my bearings.
Trace: No.
I look up at her, and speak the only words I can get out before passing out against.
Trace: A memory.
