Title: Space
Author: Lacey
Rating: M for later chapters
Chapter: 1/?
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Pairing: Eventual Lozoo, KaLoud, hinted RudeReno
Summary: Loz recounts his life from as far back as he can remember to the present.
Warnings: Flashbacks galore, Loz POV,
AN: I randomly got this idea while looking around on Fanfiction. I decided I needed a story that got lots of reviews and was well-loved, and I hope that this idea is something worthwhile to pursue. If you like it, send it to a friend you think might like it, if they like it, have them send it on. I really want to have something good come of this story. Reviews and favorites are always welcome, but both are always the most appreciated. Constructive criticism is good if you don't like something; let me know about it. Also, I will personally thank everyone who reviews in the next chapter's Author's Note and answer any questions you have there. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this. Here we go.
Chapter One: Test Tube
The very first thing I remember in my life is cracking open my eyes for the first time at the tender age of four. I floated, useless and helpless, in a long vial-like tube, my bulk barely contained in the glass. Maybe that was what had woken me. It was either that or the odd jolts of my glass house, as it swiveled a little on some pivot or another and I began to become parallel to the floor. I panicked, of course, having no idea what was going on, as the pod's latch on top hissed, giving an electronic sound. The more I heard and experienced, the worse I felt about the situation, and began to cry uselessly. Something echoed in my mind, but I couldn't tell what it was. A soft, smooth voice; Don't cry, Loz. Little did I know I'd be hearing a lot of that, later in life.
The liquid I had been suspended in, but could somehow still breathe in, had begun to drain and I feared losing oxygen, grasping my throat and felt a choking grip; I was only four and yet I was already incredibly strong. As the water poured onto the cold tile floor, I found myself sliding out, as well, and tried hard to stick to the tube. It gave a slow, shallow shaking that dumped me out, sniveling and whining, onto my rear. My hair was still as short as it is, now, but it lacked my gorgeous sideburns. I was naked when I first came out, and in a room by myself, save for a few other tubes. The lights from the outside of the room were blinding and I couldn't see anything outside of it.
A large, uncaring metal claw descended from the ceiling, nudging me and checking over my large but little body. I was already a fairly large child; not fat, just thick. As the cold pads touched me, taking vital signs and everything, I began to cry with more force, my face twisting in a pained way, as it checked out all of my regions, making sure everything was okay. It would pinch and prod, poke and squeeze; it was a monster, the first one I encountered, and my little body already knew what to do.
Quick as a flash, I reached up and grabbed what I would say was something akin to a wrist for the thing, yanking down ferociously until I heard more snapping sounds and it crashed around me, firing electrical surges at the air around it, as if to punish it for not jumping in to help. An excited female voice crackled over a speaker into the room and I could hear the first sound of clapping in my life, as well as my name from a human's lips for the very first time.
"Very good job, Loz!" I glanced around the room but could still see nothing. "You be nice, now, when I come in." And then the lights dimmed enough that they didn't hurt anymore, and a woman came in to see me. She lifted me up against her body and smiled, "Hello, little Loz." She playfully poked my nose and I wrinkled it in response.
"Come, let's take you to the playroom. We also need to get you some clothes." And with that, she took me off to get myself cleaned up and my education started. It was a simple white room with a white chair and short white table, and a white TV set settled into the wall. There was paper on the desk, along with several pencils. The screen flickered on and I was settled into the chair, beginning to learn everything I had yet to know. It didn't like to stick, and I'm sure I made my 'teacher' very upset.
AN: There...just a little for you guys, but enough for it to be good, I hope. I'm trying to improve my writing, here, so let's just hope I can do a good job. 333333