Me:I'm alive! And with a new story to boot! (don't kill me; I promise to continue writing the others…eventually) Funny story! My parents think I'm spending too much time on FanFiction, so my mom temporarily restricted all internet access and made everything I had not yet posted temporarily inaccessible. I get my e-mails and can write on Microsoft Word, and that's about it! *sigh* Oh well. Aside from having a severe emotional breakdown when my punishment was first issued, I am perfectly fine! Sooooooo…Enjoy the story!

It was dark.

I'm not certain how I was able to come to that conclusion, yet as I observe my surroundings that particular word seems to fit. There are other words as well.

Quiet.

Serene.

Peaceful.

These words come naturally to me, and yet I cannot even begin to decipher their meaning. This does not concern me as it once did. I have given up that dilemma a long time ago. I simply exist in my quiet state, although I am not bored. Yet another confusing word, although its concept no longer eludes me. To be bored is to be dissatisfied with the absence of a situation that is not interesting, exciting, or entertaining. I have yet to experience these types of situations, and therefore have yet to miss them. I am…content…with my present state of mind.

It has been this way for quite some time…how long I cannot be certain, nor am I certain of when I came into existence. I simply exist. Neither does this trouble me. I am satisfied with the quiet, serene, peaceful darkness that authenticates my existence.

Suddenly, I become aware of…noises. My mind identifies the loudest to be voices. They sound distant and muffled at first. I am interested. I try to focus on the voices. I wish to hear them better. Soon, the voices become sharper and clearer. Other sounds join them: a soft hum, several metallic tapping sounds ranging in pitch, a high pitch electric whine, both soft and loud rustles…I am fascinated! This is something new!

As I listen, I cannot help but wonder how these new sounds came into being. Why could I hear them now, and not before? Something must have happened.

Eventually, other senses begin to awaken. I feel a light pressure surrounding me as well as slightly deeper pressure on specific parts of my body: my back, my arms, my skull…Again, these words come to me and I am somehow able to decipher their meaning.

I feel movement, my own movement, as my ear turns toward yet another voice, this one louder than the rest. I can detect a sense of…urgency and…force in this voice. However, I am more interested in my recent accomplishment of movement. My body rotated my ear in response to the voice, but I wonder if I am able to move of my own accord. I decide to test this theory. I tell my newly-dubbed arm to move. I am rewarded with a sense of movement. Fascinating!

Suddenly, a loud tapping sound occurs quite close to me, overwhelming my ears and startling me. As a result, my eyes snap open.

Pain! Overwhelming pain! I clench my eyes shut tight, yet the pain still lingers. The light pierced my darkness for the first time. It was too bright and it brought me pain. Even so…I caught but a tiny glimpse of what I could hear, and it intrigues me. I wish to try to see again, but not now. Not until the pain goes away.

Until then, I occupy my time continuing my experiments with the enthralling concept of movement. I once again move my arm, and I discover that the ends are covered with fingers, which I can move separately. I then move my other arm, as well as both my legs and, eventually my head. I soon discover my mouth and run my tongue along my teeth.

All the while, the voices continue to increase in volume. Curious, I move an arm toward the voices. Something blocks me. I run my fingers across it and identify its surface as 'smooth'. Now the voices have been replaced by silence. I turn my ears toward them, wondering where they've gone. It is not long before they start up again, quieter this time.

No longer concerned with the voices, I continue the prod the smooth surface that dare restrict my movement. It is not only in front of me, but continues to either side. This is when my fingers come into contact with another surface. This surface is not as smooth as the other, and is small enough the close my hand around. There are several of them, and they appear to be attached to my arm. Mystified, I finger them thoughtfully.

Suddenly the voices get very loud, all portraying a sense of urgency and…alarm? Something cold and hard wraps around my wrist! Startled, I release the smaller surfaces, and my wrist is pulled forward and trapped. Alarm courses through me as my other wrist, though idle, is also pulled alongside its duplicate and trapped. Then my ankles are held in place. A similar substance presses itself against my forehead and stomach.

Fear. It is not a pleasant emotion. I panic, pulling against my restraints in a vain attempt to free myself. A new sound reaches my ears and I freeze. It is a rushing sound, almost like a dull roar, and I can feel movement swirling against my arms, legs, and torso. And then, the pressure on the top of my head vanishes. Whatever was causing that pressure is slowly disappearing, leaving behind a cold feeling. It traveled slowly down my head, my neck, my arms…

And then, I experienced gravity. And it quite simply terrified me.

My chest suddenly tightened as I soon discovered I was unable to breath. This lead to a violent coughing, which seemed to remove more of that pressurized substance from my throat. Once this was gone, I gasped.

Air! I could breath! I took several gulps of the weightless substance, and my chest was no longer in pain. Relief…

My body was now hanging from what once restricted my movement and I was once again aware of the voices. The pain behind my eyes was now nonexistent, and I tried once again to see. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking rapidly at the sudden bombardment of light in an attempt to adjust. Soon, I was able to distinguish colors. Mostly there was white, grey, and silver, though certain shapes had other colors at their tops.

Uninterested, I instead turned my head in the direction of one of my arms. It was a very light blue. I moved my fingers, following the movement with my eyes in an attempt to pinpoint their location. I found them at the end of the blue, separated by something hard, cold, and now, grey. I just stared at them for a couple of seconds, marveling at the cause and effect of the movement of my fingers and how that influenced what I saw.

Then I identified the grey thing as what had earlier restricted my movement and provided me with the unpleasant sensation of fear. I did not like it. I did not want it to restrict my movements. I liked moving! Frowning, I tried to pull my hand away, and was surprised when the grey thing bent slightly.

This seemed to produce a multitude of increases in volume from the voices. I turned to look at them, and found that the voices seemed to be coming from the colors on the tops of the white shapes. Part of one of shapes appeared to resemble my arm, hand, and fingers, though its hand and fingers were smaller, and it was white instead of blue. I took in the rest of the shape curiously, wondering if I resembled a blue version of what was in front of me.

Then the shape's arm move to its side and its fingers closed around something thin, white, and grey. The end of it was very tiny. The shape then moved closer to me, and it pointed the thing toward my arm, pausing a split second before burying it into my skin.

It. Hurt. I could only whimper. I struggled, but another shape was keeping me from moving away. Soon the familiar darkness began to cloud my vision. I welcomed it, as well as the silence, and the peace, that accompanied it.

Me: Wow! That took awhile! Sorry if it was a little confusing, but it was very difficult to describe things from his point of view. Try to imagine, for instance, what it would be like the first time you see. It would be just a meaningless blur of colors and shapes. Although, because he was genetically engineered, he was already programmed to know certain words and to be able to identify the different colors.

In case you were wondering, the white shapes with colors at the tops were scientists in white lab coats. And the thin, white, and grey thing was a needle.

ATTENTION!

I'll try to update as soon as I can! But, lo and behold, I REFUSE to update until I get at least TWO REVIEWS! I haven't gotten a review on ANY story in over three MONTHS! Soooooo…Enjoy! ^_^