Chapter 7
A scream echoed off the blackened room. Pain. Endless Pain. Consuming, Maddening Pain
"He's not going to make it!" A monotonous male voice said, piercing through his screaming that was echoing off the walls.
"He has to make it! His DNA code is exactly what is needed for this to work!" An aggravated man said.
"Sir, he is flatlining"
Darkness. Pain.
Nothing.
Emptiness.
Dripping water on his lips. Pain.
Thirst. Need. Achy.
-Bizzit- Subject appears to have flat lined over and over again. -Bizzit-
Darkness
Uncertainty. Fogginess. Throbbing
-Bizzit- Decommissioning of Subject Snow will commence… -Bizzit-
Fear spiked through his mind. For some reason, his mind was making connection to this subject name. Was that his name? It did not matter. He needed to be free. He moved, feeling nothing restraining him. But his body felt like lead. It didn't matter. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. He stumbled to stand up, fumbling around in the darkness. He hit the wall with a thick thunk. He leaned heavily on it. His body was mostly numb. He could feel his feet and his fingers. That was about it. His mind felt like it was trapped in a strange fog
'Have to get free. Have to get free.' Was all he could think about in that moment. His hand moved over the walls, searching for some kind of door. He hit his hand not the wall, when he found none.
-Bizzit.-Decom ~No! Open my door!-Bizzit-
The sound was coming from between his ears. In his mind seemed to have it's own system going on. Suddenly, there was a sound and a door opened. He stared at the door for a moment before making a break for it. He had no idea where…
Suddenly there was a blue layout in front of his eyes. He felt sick to his stomach as the entire layout rotated and it was like he knew the entire place now. He knew where to go to now. It made him sick to his stomach but he had to be free.
"EMERGENCY! SUBJECT SNOW HAS ESCAPED! SUBJECT SNOW IS TO BE TRANQUILIZED! SUBJECT CONFIRMED ABILITY!" Red lights flashed as the mechanical echo blasted through the speakers. He turned the corner and ducked under a fist. It had a taser it in. Instinctively he balled his hands into fist and slammed them into precise areas. The man crumbled to the floor. He continued to run, not stopping to think of anything but freedom.
-Bizzit- Subject Snow must remain on premise. Send out the cars to ensure escape does not happen.
Damn you, I want you to just self destruct -bizzit-
"SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIALIZED." He laughed, shocked and scared at what he seemed to have done. His mind was slowly pulling itself from the fog as well. Because number were flying across his mind, calculations for how long it would take to get to the nearest escape route and how fast he had to go. He did not understand how he could do it but he ran as hard as he could, ducking under the soldiers that were coming at him. His speed and his reflexes surprised him greatly. But he did not have time to dwell upon it. He slammed a Sentinel into the door that led to escape. Just in time because the entire ground shook violently. There was an interior explosion first. It consumed much of the underground area and the top floor.
Heat scrapped over his skin as he continued to run, struggling to remain standing as the golden red sand slowed him down. The explosions continued. One after another. The entire place was consumed by flames. It was a good thing that whatever building he just left was in the a desert. If it hadn't been, the explosion would have caused huge damage to the surrounding area. Yet it was a horrible thing because there he was, running through a desert with no idea where he was, what had happened. Worse yet, he had no idea who he was. All he knew was that he was not going to die in this desert. He was going to survive.
The strangest thing he figured out about himself was that he could gain information about a lot of things. He some how was able to do it by thinking of something really specific. Then his mind would come online, like a computer and the information would fly across his eyes. He then would return to normal after the request was fulfilled. He had no idea what it was or how he could do it. But it was so helpful, especially when a person had to survive in the desert. His brain told him he was located in New Mexico and five miles to his left was a road that would take him to the nearest town, which was 30 miles away.
He looked down at what he was wearing. It was some kind of blue jump suit. He even had some kind of slippers. They did not help ease the heat the was permeating up from the sand, but at least he knew that the sun was going to be setting in two hours. Which would be good. He could make a trip of 30 miles at night and into dawn. At least it was not the heat of the day. He walked towards the road, wanting something other then his strange brain powers as a means of directions. The heat was beating down on on the back of his neck, making it hard to breath and think. The thinking part he was kind of glad for, since his mind never seemed to stop doing things. It was strange, his mind was trying to gather as much useless information as possible. As if it was used to a lot of input from the outside world. He almost wished his brain would fix itself and give him the information he needed about himself.
He made it to the road, a little bit rougher for the wear but at least he made it that far. The sun was setting now. He reached up and stroked his beard, pulling on it a bit. He did not like the way it felt. He figured he was more of a clean shaven kind of guy. His hair was longish. It was held back by something rubbery. Not that it matter right now. Now all that mattered was the fact that he could see the road just up ahead. Now all that mattered was that the sun was setting. He stepped onto the paved road and let out a relieved sigh. He had a path to follow. A guidelines to go with. He turned and started walking towards where the town was.
Time passed slowly it seemed. It was like he was making no progress at all. The desert around him was making his anxiety spike to abnormal degrees. He did not know why. He figured it was his mind recalling something yet not letting him in on what it was. As he walked, he started to notice a light up ahead. He knew he had not walked the entire distance to the town yet, so he continued more cautiously. As he came upon the source of the light he found that it was a broken down car. The hood was propped open and the sounds of cursing came from beneath the hood.
"Uh….Excuse me?" He said softly, edging around the car, making sure to keep a safe distance just in case it was one of his captors. The darker man cursed colorfully before jumping back, holding his wretch like a weapon. The man stared at him for a while before he let the wretch fall a bit.
"Hey….you lost or something?"
"Uh, yeah you could say that. I think I was…in an accident."
"An ATV accident? We have a lot of those this time of year." The man said, relaxing a bit since he wasn't moving closer to the car.
"I don't know. I don't remember much anything. But, uh…if you want I can fix your car." He said cautiously. The other man raised a brow.
"You remember nothing, but you remember how to fix a car? How does that work?" The man asked in an amused tone. It was also obvious there was a twinge of desperation there.
"By muscle memory." He said with an uneasy shrug. If he fixed the car, maybe he could get a rid into town.
"If you think you could fix it, sure. Uh, I am Harold by the way." The man said, putting the wretch in his left hand to offer his right. He hesitated, thinking quickly of a name before grasping the other man's hand.
"I am Jet Snow. Nice to meet you." He said with a tentative smile. He did not trust Harold, but he needed to get to town and this was the way he could go about it.
A/N:So, if anyone noticed my pattern. I update Monday and Friday with this story. I have a lot of chapters already done. And because of that, if anyone can tell me the hidden message that happened in the last chapter with Tony, I will post two chapters on the next update.
Again, this story has no beta so all problems are my own.
