Lost in the Crowd
The voices
around me blend together, their words slur and change.
They are moving, all of them. I cannot track them. They chatter so
quickly that I cannot understand.
Bodies are
pressed against me, they feel as solid as steel.
They aren't bodies; they're bars, hot under a light that I cannot
see.
Perfumes and sweat mingle. Or is that
disinfectant? I smell body fluids mixed in, they crowd around me. And
then the noise begins to sound organized. It speaks, cold and
indifferent, about things that I cannot understand. It is still
chatter, but it now has a purpose.
The words
are scientific, and beyond my schooling.
Except for one sentence.
Make him more
powerful.
I scream. The pain that shoots
through my eyes is unbearable. A million tiny knives are driven deep
into my brain.
The people, they prod and pull,
their bodies flush against me. They talk, quick and incomprehensible.
Better, we must make him better.
More, they just keep trying. They cannot fail this time. The
lights are bright, I remember that, as bright as the sun, but clean
and empty. My body is too numb to sweat from its heat.
I collapse on the floor, wishing that I could weep. Tears might dull
the fire.
But my eyes do not respond
appropriately to the pain. I inhale deeply, and am suddenly aware
that there is silence around me.
No one is
near me, no one is talking.
Suddenly whispers
break out.
Is he alright?
Is anyone here a doctor?
Max's voice
brushes against my ear. "Again?"
I
nod, blushing. I am ashamed; I am a liability to the flock.
She takes my hand and squeezes it. "Shh, it's alright. I'm sorry
that I brought you here," her voice breaks, "I know
how you hate crowds."
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AN: This is just a little ficlet that I wrote about Iggy. It's exactly 300 words, if that means anything. Concrit is appreciated. :D I'm not entirely sure that the concrit works, but I think that the Flock would be seriously mentally scarred after what they had been through. Review please!