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Hello everybody.
Since I really have no ideas for my fan fiction
'Back to the Underworld' at the moment, I thought
I'd write a different fanfic first. Also, I was just
bored.
I don't know how often I will be writing on this
fanfic, though. Because I'm also very busy with
DeviantArt and my original books.
But I'll do my best to update it as soon as I can.
Snowy Stoat.
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Cyborg.
Prologue.
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The water was dark and cold, without any sign of life aside from the dark shadow that was making it's way through the dark blue sea.
It wasn't completely dark, though. There was one tiny little light inside the dark, moving shadow. A little yet sharp light that was shining bright red. It was barely bright enough to lead the dolphin in the shadows through the dark ocean.
But he didn't care.
When people hear the word 'Dolphin' they often immediately think of happy, blue dolphins that play with balls and jump through hoops. But this dolphin wasn't anything like that stereotype. He was different.
Once he had indeed been a dolphin that played with beach balls and jumped through hoops. But he shivered when he thought back of it.
Being forced to do tricks just to amuse those human beings. Being locked up in a small aquarium, cut off from the sea where he was born in. Cut off from the life he once had, and never would have again.
The humans didn't know anything. They thought they had created a little dolphin paradise. But for this dolphin it had been nothing but torture. Oh, how he hated the humans. They were all ignorant, stupid, selfish…
"I will get them," the dolphin muttered to himself. "all of them. Just wait, I will make every single human in this world pay. Then they will be the one who jump through hoops to amuse me. They will be the one who suffer in imprisonment. I will make them feel what I felt… when they forced me to jump through that cursed Ring of Fire."
Only the thought of the Ring of Fire made his skin crawl, and he again felt that burning pain in his right eye. He brought a flipper to the eye, but all he could feel was metal. His old eye was gone, but he had a new one. It wasn't the same, but at least he could see. And the red light actually helped. At least now he could see better in the dark.
Yet it was no relief. His scar was deeper than could be seen from the outside.
His soul had been wounded in that aquarium. And no cyborg technology could heal that wound.