Hey guys, this is my third AR fic that I came up with the idea of when I was bored on a long drive. I have more written but know that I don't know where this story is going and am not sure how consistently it will be updated- depends on if I have ideas and if there's support. So yah, reviews make me happy
Why am I getting bounced around so much? That's my first thought on waking. My second is why can't I see? I will my arm to reach up at my eyes but my arm doesn't listen. My brain might be working but that's about it.
I force myself to keep calm and further examine my situation. I'm in a vehicle with unknown people and it feels as if we're on the highway. I must be blindfold because I can't see. My legs are curled up on the seat with me and I realize something else strange- a pair of earbuds play music straight into my head. The song has no lyrics, it's all instrumental and sounds like the soundtrack of a movie. The song is calm briefly but the rest of the time is dark and foreboding.
Why would they force me to listen to music? They must not want me to hear them talking. If they don't want me to hear them then they must just be the middle people- a puppet while someone else is the master.
I so wish to pull the head phones out and to rip the blindfold off. Any information would be an asset but my muscles aren't cooperating. Nothing is.
"...soon...?"
"Prob..."
There are fingers fumbling at the back of my head and the blindfold falls down. I shut my eyes as they're overwhelmed by the sudden brightness. I slowly open them again and manage to make out that the man is saying 'he's awake'. No duh.
One of the people in the front says something which I can't make out. The man (at least I think it's a man, he's completely covered in winter gear) sitting beside me leans down and fidgets with something at his feet. When he sits up straight he has a needle in his hand. I try to shake my head and try to scream but only a primal grunt comes out.
The needle gets jabbed in my arm and all hope of escape fades out of me with my strength.
The second time I wake up the music is absent which is nice. It still feels like I'm moving around but I'm stretched out, like I'm on a bed, not all contorted on a small seat. What kind of vehicle has a bed? Oh.
An ambulance. I'm in an ambulance.
A cloth still must be over my eyes because I can't see but when I try to get rid of it I find my arms are strapped down. I must be strapped down to the stretcher.
"Sir? He's waking up." I hear shuffling and then a cold hand is pulling at the blindfold.
"No...You're dead..."