AN: Kani, here! For those of you who've read my other two stories, I wanna thank you for the support. I'm not really sure how quality this is, as I wrote the majority on it on impulse, but I kinda like what I see, and hope you all enjoy!
There was only darkness….he couldn't feel anything, but he didn't think he wanted to. He couldn't remember much, and the blackness parted only to reveal bits of it. He remembered an explosion, a terrible, terrible explosion. Blood everywhere, parts everywhere, a single red eyeball with an all too familiar cross-pupil flew past him, practically exploding against the wall behind him. A wall of fire approached, he remembered its heat, the sensation of a hot wind like no other. He vaguely acknowledged then that this wind was ripping his body away in huge pieces. A single shard of debris, maybe a piece of an examination table, flies towards his face, and suddenly the heat it gone. There's only cold and black, all in the span of perhaps a second, had he not been psychic, he probably wouldn't have been able to register or remember any of that.
A sound? Yes, there was a sound, a few of them. Terrible screams, gurgled chokes, there was something closer, though. He couldn't register it, regardless of how he tried, but it was so familiar. Something about it made him feel something not quite physical, but not quite emotional, either. The blackness had begun to swallow the rest of his senses slowly. The screams, the horror, and the unidentified sound all faded into white noise, and then silence. The smell of burning flesh, the strongest of which he presumed to be his own, slowly faded into nothing at all. Was he even breathing? He had no idea, probably not.
Time passes. Hours? Minutes? Another mere second? He had no idea, he simply knew time had passed. Things began to slowly return to him, his sense of being real was perhaps the first. He once again could acknowledge he was breathing, but not naturally. He could feel a mask on his face, forcing air into his lungs, something cold and metallic over his ears, it slowly graced him with hearing once more.
Two voices, a man's and a woman's, he recognised the latter's.
"His lungs aren't salvageable, we're going to need to replace them."
"How much more can even /be/ replaced?!"
"Please try and calm down, Ma'am, we're doing all we can, but most of his body was completely destroyed, and...we're no longer sure of when he could wake up, or if he will ever wake up."
He tried to say something, but his voice was an arid fire within his throat. The faintest of whispers was all he could manage, and then the blackness recalled him once more.
AN: So that was Chapter One! I'm trying to space this the best I can. Also, if it isn't too much trouble, could you tell me in the reviews what sort of name you would like Brain Drain to have? This will be used in both "Soda Fountain" and here, since a canon real name was never established. Thank you!