I fade I fall, darker deeper, it's endless. I'm sinking, yes sinking but into what? Shit I don't know. Looking back I have no idea why I made the decisions I did to get here. My body, if you could call it that anymore was being crushed like an empty tin can underfoot. I tried to chuckle on the inside but my muscles couldn't even make that motion, a lot of good a mechanized fighting suit does when its sheer weight pulls you deeper into an abyss. The lights that adorned my suit had long since cracked, I fear my sanity is soon to follow, I mean there has to be an end to this right?
"Do you want to live?" A voice calls to me, past the ears that have been crushed against my head straight to my brain. "Come on dumbass, I may have all day but you don't."
That was a simple question, the answer not so much. Living right now is pain, plain and simple. All oxygen had long since left my lungs and I could almost hear my bones creak as the pressure collapsed my insides. I did have something to live for though, I think, but it's out of my mind. I feel like a computer shutting down, everything I'm doing is coming to an end one piece at a time. Could dying here really matter? Probably not so I came to a decision.
Could I, I would have shrugged. "Why not?" My thoughts rang out piercing the darkness.
Within an instant my pain changed, no longer crushing but expanding. Every nerve in my body was hellfire, almost like they were rejecting my own decision. It dawned on me, I was headed up faster and faster, my body wanted to drop deeper into my boots. I smiled, because I could now do so having all my teeth back in place, with in an instant I opened my eyes and could see my heads up display change. The burden I felt was lifting, and my bones and joints slid back into place. Against my skin the suit felt different, like a second lair of skin. My blood flowed freely again, my vitality was greater than any moment I could ever remember. The darkness that held me could do so no longer; I breeched the surface spraying black ilk everywhere. My senses where back and sharper than ever. I land with the grace of a bird returning from flight, dripping in my rebirth.
I look up; a terrified soldier looks back at me his helmet had been lost in whatever confusion led to my arrival. His sidearm shook in his hands at my eye level. He was the harbinger of my rebirth, the object of my vengeance.
The man who had shot me.
The friend who had shot me.