Havoc's/My POV
As
I snuck through the chrome halls, only the lighting coming from a few
dimming or flickering fluorescents guided my way. The hall seemed to
go on forever, but I pushed forward, not daring to break into a run,
for it may be the last move I ever make. Finally, I came to a
circular door, which was just asking to be opened. I stepped toward
the door and through the motion detector. The door opened, but no
alarm sounded. Thank God. I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped
through the doorway and into the large mechanical room on the other
side. The facility was full of robotic equipment and flashing
buttons. The metals gleamed an iridescent indigo in the darkened
room. Then I saw it, the metal staircase to the exit!
Upstairs...above ground...outside! The opportunity was far too
good to pass up; I had been an experiment for the SWAT agency for far
too long. Two years was damn long enough! I dashed across the room,
straight toward the stairs, but something glowing a bright white
light caught my eye. I stopped short, one foot on the bottom stair,
and looked over to see that one of the machines was being powered by
a chaos emerald! How could I resist? With a chaos emerald, I could
just use Chaos Control and teleport myself way out of here and
dramatically increase my chances of a successful escape. Not to
mention CA's are very valuable. Besides, SWAT doesn't
deserve one. So, without a moment's hesitation, I ran over to the
machine and grabbed the gem; but before I could pull away, volts of
electricity circulated throughout my body, causing me to fall to my
knees in pain. But I didn't dare call out, not when I was so close
to escape. I tried to remove my hand, but I couldn't control my
movements, not with all the electricity shocking me. Through my
squinted eyes, I could see men in the black SWAT uniform heading
toward me. One of the men knocked off the machine's power with the
butt of his rifle, and finally, the electrocution dissipated. Having
all but passed out, I collapsed on the cold metal floor; hearing
distanced and vision blurred. How could I have been so stupid?
Stupid, stupid, stupid! I had a guaranteed chance of escape, and I
blew it...all for a stupid jewel that I never even obtained. The
soldiers lifted me up and carried me, my feet dragging on the floor.
After covering some distance, I began to regain feeling in
my mouth and legs. My vision had cleared and my hearing was normal. I
was being dragged down an unnaturally white hallway that appeared
somehow familiar. Then, the men carrying me stopped and turned around
to face a tall brown haired man in a white lab coat. I recognized
him, though I did not know who he was. That electric shock must have
fried my brain or something... The man spoke in a strangely accented
voice, "Ah, Another escape plan tried have you #426...?" I
grinned menacingly, "You betcha...Yoda..." He gave an evil
smirk and replied, "Very funny #426..." "I know I
thought so..." I back sassed. He turned to the soldiers holding
me, "Take her to the Surgical Facility, this way." Surgical
facility...surgical facility... Why did that rind a bell? It
definitely didn't give off positive vibes. Why can't I remember
anything, anyplace, anyone? Why did that doctor call me #426? Was
that my identification number? Address? Social Security? I dunno...
What's wrong with me? Why is everything so friggin screwed
up?!
In the midst of my thoughts, I noticed that I had
arrived at a circular door that retracted into the wall...As I was
dragged through door, I saw in the center of the gleaming white room
something that I did not like...There sat a table...an
experimental table. Within a split second, all my energy came rushing
back to me as my eyes widened. I powerfully swung my legs around the
soldier on my right's ankles, knocking him down instantly. This also
caused the man on my other man to loose balance, giving me a split
second to flip the man over my head where he fell at my feet in pain.
I ran for the door, but was stopped by numerous SWAT agents...I
fought, cursed and screamed, but to no avail. Soon enough they
restrained me and carried me over to the lab table where the doctor
in the lab coat waited. I shouted and swore as they strapped me
stomach down to the table, despite my struggles, they still managed
to secure me down tight. Then, the doctor picked up a flask from the
table in front of me, filled with a bubbling green liquid. And I
don't mean my eye color, glowing light green, I mean sickeningly
dark blackish green. Suddenly, I felt my shirt get torn off, and
without warning, I felt a serrated knife slice diagonally down my
back, I screamed in excruciating pain, though it only felt remotely
painful, like that of a third degree burn. Again, the knife went in
my back, this time in the other direction. I called out again. They
then pushed the skin outward down to the muscle in my back. I felt
the syringe in my back, every muscle every vein. The pain had nearly
made my whole body as a whole go numb...I saw myself lying there,
energy-less, settling through yet another SWAT experiment. Wait, how
can I see myself!?!?! This isn't right! Maybe I'm looking into a
mirror...No, I'm not, I don't have a reflection...those damn
experiments! Was this really what I looked like...last I remember I
didn't have silver and black fur, I was white and navy...my eyes
didn't ever glow did they? Wait...where'd that body came
from...why am I tan? why aren't my spikes high up? what the hell is
wrong with me!? this isn't me! It's not the me I
remember...my God...what has the SWAT done to me...Something's
wrong...Why isn't whatever's happening occurring from my point
of view? It's like I'm watching my situation from another person's
perspective...
Suddenly, Men in dark olive uniforms burst through the white walls, weapons in hand. They had the symbol GUN on their uniforms. Immediately, the SWAT agents and the doctor stood back from the lab table...hands up, while I lay unconscious on the lab table. Wait, I'm out cold! How am I watching this?!?!?! What's wrong with me?! Wake up, me, damnit! A member of the newly arrived GUN agents, who appeared to be a leader, who had two different colored eyes, held out a badge and said, "Dr. Lorgrom, SWAT team, you're under arrest for the illegal practice of experimentation..."
I
jolted upright into a sitting position so quickly that I hit my head
on the tree branch in front of me. I grunted and recoiled back a few
inches, then rubbed my forehead with my bare fingers. Hot sweat ran
down my head and my back, I could feel it. I then opened my eyes to
see the light of the new day in a dense forest; and the branch I had
just hit my head on. I let out a prolonged groan and muttered,
"'Nother nightmare...another goddamn nightmare..." It had
all been just a dream...a dream of my past... It had happened only a
few months ago. Everything before my 15th year of life was lost to
amnesia...only the most recent two years remained. The only thing I
could remember from before the SWAT found me and started
experimenting on me was just a basic, blurry image of my natural
appearance. They altered everything physical about me... my fur, my
skin, my eyes, my body...they even tattooed a small black flame on my
arm and did something to me in my earlier years there that eliminated
my reflection in a mirror or in a stream...so I wouldn't know how
they had altered me...well, at least my face. I looked down at my
hands, light tan with grey fingerless gloves, the tattoo was on my
arm. I lifted up the bottom of my pant leg to see that my fir was
still silver, with a black streak up the side. I felt my shoulder
blades that fanned out. Every part of my body that I could see was
exactly the way it was in that dream, so that must be what my face
looks like. But if I've never seen my face, then how could I dream
about it? How could I have dreamt about the people who intruded, I
don't remember any of that! Who were the GUN soldiers? are they the
good guys, or were they just more no good humans? I didn't know.
The day after the SWAT gave me my scar, I found myself out in the
open, laying in the grass. I don't even know what the hell that Dr.
Lorgrom injected into me, what that green liquid was meant to do. I
still don't know... It hasn't affected me at all, yet.
A
snoring sound above my head disturbed my thoughts, "Yo! Songan!"
I shouted up to the tiger while kicking the tree branch he was
sleeping on, "Keep it down up there, will ya!?" He just
shifted his position and said irritably, "Yeah,
yeah...whatever..." Then, a girl's sarcastic voice behind me
spoke up as well, "Well, thanks for taking care of that now,
while the sun's rising when he's been snoring ALL NIGHT!" "Well
excuuuuuse me, Ankoku, for actually having the abilities of
tolerance, sleep, and less laziness..." I retorted back to the
mix-breed wolf, "Besides, you could have told him to shut up
yourself, ya know..." "Yeah, well," she started "the
guy can't even hear over his own snoring!" "Yeah, well I
can hear you guys talking right now." he commented. "Yeah,
we're fully aware of that, Songan. Now get your lazy ass up already,
the sun's out!" I replied. "Yo, Havoc," he protested
"What ever happened to sleeping in on the weekends?!" I
grunted, "Newsflash! It's Tuesday dip wad!" Ankoku then
stood up and walked to the edge of the branch she had been sleeping
on, "Ya know, I just love our little love-hate relationships..."
"Heh, ain't no better kind..." I agreed.
Suddenly,
the oddest thing happened: as the suns rays were peeking through the
thick canopy, a large, looming shadow spread across the forest. The
three of us looked up to see a large, abnormal black, grey and
burgundy cloud moving rapidly across the sky; lightning flashing
within it. "There is somethin' messed up with that..."
Ankoku said irritably. "Heh, no kiddin'." Songan agreed.
"It's definitely not natural," I agreed, "I say we go
check it out..." Songan raised an eyebrow at this comment, "Oh
yeah, great idea Havoc, lets go follow that cloud that had impending
doom written all over it...Yeah, count me in." I knew he was
being sarcastic, he always was, but I ignored it, "Great. You
comin', Ankoku?" "You bet," she said eagerly, "there's
danger just seeping from that 'cloud'...let's go!"
"Allright," I said "that cloud is heading
toward the city, so I say we head to Westopolis..." "Hey,
don't I get a say in this?!" Songan protested. "No,"
Ankoku and I said simultaneously. "C'mon," I coaxed, "let's
get moving..."