Blurred Turquoise
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Prologue – Blinded By Pain
Tyana collapsed to the floor in a heap; a blur of blood, tears and cheers surrounding her as she was helped up. Her vision clouded over with red hot tears as she sobbed with a mixture of unbridled joy and utter loneliness. Her eyes burned with the 1000 degrees saline droplets that lined her violet eyes but she could do nothing to rub them away, her limbs being so void of strength that someone had to carry her to one of the emergency beds set up nearby. She couldn't see a thing, making her feel as if she was blinded in more ways than one, but all around her she could hear the hisses of people whose wounds were being treated as well as the ecstatic cries of those involved in the mission. She blacked out before her mind could make sense of where she was or what was happening.
Tyana slipped into the unconscious.
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Gun fire rung out so loud and so close that it was piercing to the ear drums. Snow fell at a chillingly rapid pace, falling over land and ground in a sloth like fashion after its exhausting journey from above. Screams stabbed at the air repeatedly in a seemingly synchronized pattern. Sirens sliced through the close and torturously terrifying atmosphere. And the air was so tight around that it made it dangerously hard for one to simply suck in the air needed to respire just enough to run from this dreaded vicinity.
And Tyana was caught in the very middle of it all.
She blinked harshly against the glacial snow and shivered violently in series as she struggled to breathe in the sealed atmosphere. Shrouded in shadows she gazed out, trying her best to see past the white flakes and past the blazing hot red eyes that stared at her with evil intentions just lurking behind them. Small beads of fearful sweat began to collect across her furrowed brow, despite her half frozen state, and her face flushed ablaze with a fiery furnace of anxious perspiration as the rest of her body shivered and shuddered and twisted and turned against the tide of ice.
"We can see you" Harsh whispers cut at her skin, followed closely by bursts of insane unrestrained laughter. "Don't you want to know why you can't see us?" the sickening voice murmured into her ear, erupting once more with violent explosions of maddening hilarity.
Tyana held back the bile that rose in her throat as the voices continued to torment her. They swirled around her, tripping over one another as they each tried to scream insanely for her attention. The turquoise haired beauty squeezed her eyes shut, not caring if they froze that way in the scorching cold. Somehow they were forced open as another piece of ice metal was pulled into place to join the cuffs that sliced into her wrists, the shackles that bound together her feet, the chains that locked up her arms, the belt that fit snuggled around her waist, all to prevent her escape. Her head was held firm and tight in a jaw like device that would snap her neck in two if someone was to pull it from her the wrong way and she held back a gulp in fear that it would trigger a chain of events that led to her death. But then again, looking around herself at the almost visible insane cackles, the evil red eyes, the blazing blizzard of white, maybe death would be the best outcome. Anything must have been better than this living hell.
Slowly tears began to slip from her eyes, like soldiers marching out to war, before they froze painfully to her gentle but burnt and scarred skin. Sobs wracked her chained and locked body, making the breathing harder. She didn't care. Her chest heaved in great pain, burning to inhale, finding it hard to do so. She didn't care. The shackles that kept her began to glow a bright burning red, searing her skin where it held her, angered by her show of emotions. She didn't care. She wanted out. Nothing was worth this torture. Nothing was worth this hurt. This insanity. This life.
"I want to go back HOME!"
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Tyana shot up, instantly regretting it when she took in the swirling vortex of the world around her. She was drenched with panicked sweat, chilled with unspoken terror and scarred with the wounds of battle. Gentle hands pushed her shoulders back to the bed.
"Ty, Ty, sssh, calm down, you had a nightmare" a soft and familiar voice soothed. Tyana blinked over and over again until her vision unclouded and then noticed the head of pale green that stared down at her.
"Bretski?" she mumbled weakly, calming a little when she took a quick glance around her, noting that she was lying in the infirmary back on her birth-plane at mission headquarters.
The sea of green nodded, "Yeah, it's me."
At the sound of that clarification Tyana launched herself at the haze of pea in front of her and clung on to it, scared, damaged. "I feel so lost" she managed, her voice cracking.
"I know, I know" she felt his hand stroking her back to ease her, his other hand clamping to support the back of her head.
"Why is everything so painful? Why is everything distorted?" Her voice was weak, tortured, a result of the grueling mission she had only 20 minutes ago returned from.
"It's a side effect of crossing the dimensions"
"But, it….I-it was n-n-never like that last time" she stuttered, suddenly finding it difficult to piece together sentences as a splitting migraine set in. Her eyes snapped shut as it radiated across her brain and she felt Bret's hand tighten around hers as she breathed through the throbbing.
"I know. It's very complicated but it all comes down to the fact that all the atoms in your body were mutated briefly when you first crossed over, therefore causing your premature ageing. But those atoms that make up your entire anatomy were weakened again when you passed back over to return home and that's why you're in so much pain. It'll wear off in an hour or so as your body readjusts to the pressures of this plane" He explained.
Tyana just nodded, hoping the pain would subside as quickly as it had come about. When she could finally open her eyes without the blinding shocks running through her head she replayed what he said and then looked about at all the other people who sat on their beds, recovering from the mission. No one seemed to be as confused and pained as she did. She was, no doubt about it, in the worst condition.
"Why is everyone recovering quicker? Am I permanently damaged? Bret what's going on? I thought I was strong, why's all this happening?" she gushed, overwhelmed by sudden panic and emotions. Bret held her close again in that brotherly way she was quickly becoming accustomed to and patted her head gently.
"Tyana calm down. You'll be fine in a few hours. Everyone else's side effects are just disappearing a lot quicker than yours?"
She choked back tears, "but why?"
"Ty you were the youngest one to cross dimensions. Your body was younger than everyone else's that went, ergo it was less developed, newer I suppose. Your atoms became slightly weaker than everyone else's because they weren't used to fighting such pressures. But they'll adjust quickly I promise, by tomorrow morning you will be as right as rain"
"Promise?" Bret was struck by how tiny and trusting her voice sounded. He pulled back, smiling warmly and nodding.
"I promise you. Now come on, you need your sleep"
Tyana slipped down underneath the security of the scratchy thick blankets and took another quick look around. Satisfied she was safe she closed her eyes and waited for the dream world to visit her.
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*A/N* Ok, by request, as you can see, I have decided to write a sequel to H.C (Humanity's Conscience) Hopefully this Prologue wasn't too boring for you but I promise you this story will be just as action packed and hopefully as original as the first. So enough of my blabber, please review and let me know what you think of what there is so far (all comments, good or bad, are welcome. Please be constructive though) I look forward to hearing from you :o)
