Hey! I wrote Reboot a long time ago and I've grown quite a bit stylistically since then. I have decided to give the story another go. There will be plot changes to make it a bit easier to follow and enhance it. I've thought of so many things that could make it better. Now is the time for them. ^.^
Reboot is a novel written by Amy Tintera. I do not own the concept of reboots and highly recommend reading it.
Hikaru #187:
My eyes fluttered open for the first time only to be blinded by light, but I knew that I was surrounded by armed men. They did not have to move, I could hear their breathing as if they were standing right next to me. They tensed immediately seeing my eyes open, it had been so long they weren't expecting me to come back. Yet there I was, awkae 187 minutes after my death. I didn't know it at the time, but I was dead longer than any other of my kind. I was an uncharted territory that terrified the men guarding the room.
I could hear the cocking of guns, the blade of a knife cutting the air as it was pointed at me, and the breath catch in the throats of those shocked. They were expecting a retaliation, but all I did was sit up and stare at them. It was an uncomfortable silence. They knew that I had the power to escape coursing through my veins, I knew that as well, yet I sat still. There was something missing. Everything was missing.
The surrounding men felt fear. A very basic human emotion, their heart rates had climbed the charts. I knew the name of the emotion they felt, but I did not know my own name. I could not remember anything except getting hit by a car. I remembered my heart stopped beating. I knew my age, I was only 14 years old still in middle school. I could name just about every hormone in the air, but I could not feel a thing. There was emptiness and that was all I had.
"Doug?" Someone finally spoke up. I looked over at him, his face lost it's color very quickly. He raised his weapon at me to show that he wasn't vulnerable. It was an unnessecary gesture.
"Yeah?" A man, Doug answered not bothering to take his eyes off me. Their paranoia was human.
"How long was he...?" The first man started avoiding the word 'dead' as if he thought that I didn't know. I was nothing but a ticking time bomb in their eyes, but I liked having fear on my side. They were keeping quite the distance.
"One hundred and eighty seven minutes," Doug gulps. Their paranoia and fear told me that I was special. A new person moves towards me, a much smaller man. He is shaking slightly as he takes my forearm and moves a machine over it. Once he is finished I have an identity.
Hikaru Hitachiin 187
Beneath that is a bar code. I knew that whoever Hikaru Hitachiin had been was long gone. I was 187, I was dead. Hikaru Hitachiin didn't matter to me, but I couldn't help but feel that the name was the only thing I had to myself.