Oh hay guys :) First fanfic ever to be written by me. If you guys seem to like where this is going I will post more
chapters soon. I already started chapter number two and so far I think they are pretty longish. But since this is
only the preface its not supposed to be long. So give me at least 5 reviews and ill start posting chapters for the
story. It doesnt even have to be a review really anything to let me know people are actually looking at my story.
If no one posts a review or anything of that sort then, I wont finish it. GAH! 0.0 Come on guys keep me
motivated here! :D
As always ~ BiTtEnBy1oFtHeM
P.S. I'll post the first official chapter maybe by sunday if I get a few reviews or whatever. But let me know i have readers out there!
Preface
I opened my sealed eyes very slowly as I started to regain my consciousness. Suddenly, my brains flooded with a numerous amount questions. Where am I? I thought groggily. When I finally realized I was not at home and strapped to a lumpy and gruesome looking hospital bed, did I start to panic.
I tossed, turned, and thrashed about trying to break free. Then, all too soon, a cloaked figure came in and roughly took my arm. Whatever it was it injected my IV with an atrociously vicious serum. I could feel it rushing through my veins and it seared straight through my whole body and , pierced me with pain. Then soon enough I was dead to the world once again…
I was first aware of an annoying and very loud beeping noise. "Oh yeah, that's right I was still on that terrible hospital be… hey wait! Is this a floor I'm laying on?," I thought to myself. I twitched my fingers onto the scratchy hard cemented floor while trying to feel beneath me for any sharp articles. Good… I thought to myself, nothing. The problem was I could barely even move at all with the exception of my eyes and the twitching of my fingers. I opened my sticky eyelids again with a strange sense of déjà vu. I was a bit shocked as I peered around and saw the darkened damp room.
The annoying noise I started hearing some sort of heart- rate monitor that is attached to my IV. I started to look about even harder than the first time and did not see anything else but the rust stained walls. Across the room was some sort of rack that is filled with a kind of assorted grotesque, bloody instruments.
Just then, the fear of my dangerous situation started to settle in deep to the core chilling my whole body and turned it very stiff. My very next thought is "where's Fulton?" "Fulton?" I try to whisper and utter for him but failed. The words just could not form in my dry and sticky mouth. It felt like my mouth is filling with cotton balls. I hated it. So then, I tried again without any luck… some how I must have blacked out from exhaustion.