A wave of pain hit Dylan's head, knocking him backward. He moaned, reaching his hand to his head. Everything was black, his body felt numb all over. He could feel or see absolutely nothing.
Oh gosh, what if I'm blind? He thought Am I even alive?
"I can assure you, you are alive, Dylan." A voice replied, as if reading his thoughts. His bones jolted and he tried to open his eyes.
White. A whole ton of it. His eyes adjusted and he looked around. The room was decorated in a brighter way. The walls and floors where nothing but white, the doors a eerily metal. Needles and utensils consumed the counters, so he immediately assumed he was in a hospital. His body relaxed in realization that he wasn't dead.
"Hmph.." He mumbled in response, his mouth unable to speak. His back felt..different. Like the bones had been rearranged. He could feel something trying to itch its way out from it, but it was restricted from the lumpy bed.
"I am very happy to see you up again. It took many perceptions and shots to finally revive you."
Dylan tried to think of what had happened before he had ended up here. He kind remember bright lights encircling him, needles piercing him, his sister screaming-
"Amelie? Bell?" He mumbled, trying to sit up. His adrenaline pumped in his veins. He had been in a car accident. Had he killed his own sister and girlfriend? The thought was unbelievably unbearable. And where was his mother? Even though it was childish, he wanted to feel her comforting her.
"Oh yes. They're in care. Of course if you would like to see them-"
He legs were off the bed before his eyes where even open. They felt like rubber, dangling from the side of the cushion.
"Uh-Uh. Not so fast. They haven't been exactly; restored." The voice slowed, as if trying to think of the right words to say 'dead'.
"They're dead?" He felt his heart pounding. Oh gosh, oh gosh, he couldn't have killed them. It would be all his fault.
"Well, not necessarily. They can be brought back-"
"Then why haven't they?" He said before the man finished his sentence. If they could be alive again, then what were they waiting for? He wasn't going to sit there well their lives slipped away.
"It's not that simple, Dylan." The 'doctor' said. Dylan propped his eyes open, and looked at the man. He was sitting in a chair besides the bed. He didn't look like a doctor. Wearing a white coat and his eyes studying Dylan's every movement, Dylan sensed something eerie about the man. "You see, I have the ability to bring them back. But, does that mean I will?"
With whatever strength he had coming back to him, he lunged for the man. "What do you mean by that?" His voice cold. He was holding him up with ease, the man was weak.
He simply laughed. "Not a wise choice, Dylan. You see, make a wrong move and my pets will dispose of you and your friends." It hit him then. This man was no more then a doctor then he was merciful. That's why his mother wasn't here, she didn't know he was here. But if he wasn't in a hospital, where was he?
Dylan dropped him. All he wanted to see his family again. He wasn't going to let Bell or Amelie die because of his anger.
"That's what I thought." Dylan was disgusted by the amusing smile placed on his face. This was his and his loved ones live on the line and all he saw was amusement.
"WHY? Why aren't you bringing them back?" He said, unable to control his voice raising. This man was surely physco. Maybe he was going to be like the SAW person, torturing on end until he finally completes his sick-demented games.
"You see, Dylan. I have a few, well, 'favors' I need you to take care of. Once you complete them, you and your family will be able to leave, without harm." The man said, giving an innocent smile. Dylan didn't beleive he was innocent and didn't trust him one bit. But...
"What do I have to do?" He asked quietly, turning away from the man.
"I trust you've heard of human-Avians, right?" He asked.
Dylan had. It was all over the news. He remembered his mothers comments on how 'What sick person would do that to children?'. The protests to shut the sickos down. It was on everything, everywhere. Everyone had heard it, everyone had their own opinions. Dylan ignored it. It didn't effect him, much. Frantically, he hadn't even cared about the people who had been experimented on. It was a bit heartless, but he guessed in the end, he didn't want to beleive or think of the things they had gone through.
Could this be the man who did that to them?
He slowly nodded, afraid of what was next to come.
"Good," The man said, his smile fading. But Dylan could still hear the enjoyment of the next sentence, as the man said with pleasure. "Because now you are one."
That was short. Really short. Bleh, I don't feel like writing a long chapter today. It's all gloomy. Action is to come! *reads over it* I really need to get some writing lessons. D:
