Restart Program
Chapter One
The cold, chilling air embraces me as I fall, hurtling towards the concrete.
This can't be it. I'm not ready to die.
There is a deafening crunch and pain shoots up from the balls of my feet, curving past my ankles,
twisting its way up, like the ribbons on a ballet slipper.
I don't want to go.
The red substance that splatters in a horrific array around me finds its way onto my face, speckling my cheeks and staining my chin bright crimson. My vision falters and flashes white and I can hear the shrieks of the onlookers. Someone yells for 911.
No, it's too late for me, I want to scream out.
I faintly feel one of my legs, bent at unnatural angles. My other is most likely dislocated or unattached. My blond hair is now thickly matted with the scarlet liquid that drains from the multiple flesh wounds. Somehow, despite the multiple injuries, I am still miraculously alive.
The flashing lights make my head whirl. The paramedics have arrived, checking my body for signs of life.
Why won't you stop trying to save me? There's nothing to be done.
They begin to speak, but the voices reach my ears as a confusing garble of incoherency. I close my eyes and tune them out. Sleep comes all too easily as the wailing siren becomes my lullaby.
-Some Time Later-
I am disturbed from my slumber by a tiny pricking sensation in my arm. I yelp a little in surprise as a syringe finds its way through my barrier of skin and ruptures a blood vessel. My eyes shoot open and are met with a bright white room.
"...Miss...Miss," a voice crescendos into my range of hearing. "Can you sit up?"
I take a deep breath, muster up my strength, and force my waist to bend. I go painstakingly slow, expecting an excruciating ache in my body. Surprisingly, my movements come easily and in a relaxed fashion. I hear a sigh of relief.
"Good. Your new body is functioning perfectly."
That's great to kno- Wait. New body?
I turn to face the speaker. His nametag states "Doctor Mercill." Very straightforward.
"Try speaking. Say your name."
"R-Rin Kagamine," I manage to squeak out. My throat feels rough, as if it hasn't been used in a long time.
"Very good, Miss... Kagamine, was it? Now, if you don't mind," he began, "I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened."
There are a million questions rolling through my mind, but I simply signal for him to continue.
"Alright, then. Will you tell me why you jumped from the roof?"
I was expecting this one. Staring him square in the eyes, I solemnly reply, "I didn't jump... I was pushed."
Drama! ;D For those of you actually reading this, I thank each and every one of you! After all, a writer is nothing without an audience. I will continue this soon, so don't worry, my fellow fanfic aficionados! I will also reply to any reviews, even the anonymous, in the next chapter! Also, the chapter should get longer later. I just wanted to upload this little snippet right away.
Bye for now!
-Daishi Michiko