Chapter four "The last."
For two years I found my health slipping away. Being put in prison for three years for insubordination would do that to any man, but I didn't care. Everything that mattered had been torn away from life, my job, wife, all gone within one day. I still remember the assassins face, dark, sad, and evil that scar of the C/P I had only heard stories of controlled pykers.
Two years into my sentence a law was passed that states anyone imprisoned could be scientifically experimented on, as part of their punishment. The time came many of my cell mates had already been killed by lethal experiments gone wrong. My turn came they took me to a laboratory filled with many dead humanoid creatures, which were too grotesque to describe. They led me to a room lined with cells, and through me into one then left.
I wandered around me cage for a bit, pulling at bars and taking in my surroundings. The cage was a little bigger then five feet squared, with one light in the middle on the ceiling, which kept blinking on and off.
Just as I was about to bash myself against the bars a voice came from the cell next to me.
"Its no good I've tried many more time then I care to remember."
"How long have you been here?" It added.
"Two years give or take a few months. Who are you?" I answered.
"What did you do, to get yourself locked in this pla. He started to reply but before he could finish two guards came and opened his cell. The man tossed an object into my cell, and was preceded to be carried away screaming. I looked around and picked up the object he had thrown. It was a glass shaped like a teardrop on a necklace, it had water in it. Hmm I thought what a peculiar item. I slipped it over my head.
A few days went bye I found myself getting weaker and less sane. I caught a durat and ate it without caring what disease it might be carrying.
Finally after many days the door to my cell swung open and two guardsmen stepped into my cell. Along with them a chaplain came in, his physique toward over me. The chaplain was barley human, having seen much action he looked more like a robot then human. Kept alive only by the machine god, and the endless pipes and gears that made up his torso and neck. His duty was to give me last rights, his motors and servos spinning and clanking as he spoke to me.
Apparently not many of the prisoners survived the test they were about to make on me. After the chaplain finished the guards escorted me into one of the labs, laid me out over a table sticky with what I dare not describe here.
The guardsmen then proceeded to walk over to the glass sliding door where they stopped, about faced, and halted with one of them ending up on each side of the door.
I looked around the room; the room was circular with large tubes running up and down the walls, which had water running through them. The walls were a dark gray color; the table I was strapped to was the only thing I could see in the room besides the guards.
The tech priest rolled into the room, he really was nothing more then a human head set onto a pole with robotic arms, and torso all of which rested on a platform with rolling treads like a tank has; his hands were dirty surgical instruments.
He rolled over to me and pulled out a long sharp needle filled with a red substance and popped it into my arm. He rolled over to the wall and a section of it opened to reveal a control station. He rolled over to the keypad and pushed a series of keys, a huge instrument shaped like a few cylinders with two on each side of a larger one, dropped from the darkness of the ceiling, it stopped two feet from my face with me starring down the barrel of it.
The tech priest then stared at me and said rather sarcastically.
"Any last words, son?"
With that he flipped a switch on the keypad and the cylinder came to life, with a hum and a clank. The barrel started to glow a faint hint of green energy, I could feel the warmth of the energy against my face. The priest was hissing, which was probably his way of laughing. As a matter of fact he laughed so hard he didn't notice the glass tear drop on my chest start to glow bright blue.
The next thing I recall was the glass breaking without cutting my chest and the water forming up into a slug like creature and climbing up my throat and crawled into my nose and into my body. My body started to glow red then turned to ice blue, then it started to fade until it was just my veins glowing ice blue. I thought about the glass tubes on the walls any called to them my eyes glowed white and the glass tubes burst. Water dumped in from everywhere. The priest and the guardsmen had nowhere to go the water swelled over them and the pressure increased just cause I thought about it, and their bones were at once crushed. It was like the thing in my body was controlling the water through my thoughts. To test this theory I imagined the water clearing a pod surrounding my body, at once all the water surrounding my body was pressured back into the pipes. Before long I turned the water into what appeared to be arms and hands to untie me. I made the water follow me drowning anyone who got in my way, as I walked down the hall of the prisons cellblock.
For two years I found my health slipping away. Being put in prison for three years for insubordination would do that to any man, but I didn't care. Everything that mattered had been torn away from life, my job, wife, all gone within one day. I still remember the assassins face, dark, sad, and evil that scar of the C/P I had only heard stories of controlled pykers.
Two years into my sentence a law was passed that states anyone imprisoned could be scientifically experimented on, as part of their punishment. The time came many of my cell mates had already been killed by lethal experiments gone wrong. My turn came they took me to a laboratory filled with many dead humanoid creatures, which were too grotesque to describe. They led me to a room lined with cells, and through me into one then left.
I wandered around me cage for a bit, pulling at bars and taking in my surroundings. The cage was a little bigger then five feet squared, with one light in the middle on the ceiling, which kept blinking on and off.
Just as I was about to bash myself against the bars a voice came from the cell next to me.
"Its no good I've tried many more time then I care to remember."
"How long have you been here?" It added.
"Two years give or take a few months. Who are you?" I answered.
"What did you do, to get yourself locked in this pla. He started to reply but before he could finish two guards came and opened his cell. The man tossed an object into my cell, and was preceded to be carried away screaming. I looked around and picked up the object he had thrown. It was a glass shaped like a teardrop on a necklace, it had water in it. Hmm I thought what a peculiar item. I slipped it over my head.
A few days went bye I found myself getting weaker and less sane. I caught a durat and ate it without caring what disease it might be carrying.
Finally after many days the door to my cell swung open and two guardsmen stepped into my cell. Along with them a chaplain came in, his physique toward over me. The chaplain was barley human, having seen much action he looked more like a robot then human. Kept alive only by the machine god, and the endless pipes and gears that made up his torso and neck. His duty was to give me last rights, his motors and servos spinning and clanking as he spoke to me.
Apparently not many of the prisoners survived the test they were about to make on me. After the chaplain finished the guards escorted me into one of the labs, laid me out over a table sticky with what I dare not describe here.
The guardsmen then proceeded to walk over to the glass sliding door where they stopped, about faced, and halted with one of them ending up on each side of the door.
I looked around the room; the room was circular with large tubes running up and down the walls, which had water running through them. The walls were a dark gray color; the table I was strapped to was the only thing I could see in the room besides the guards.
The tech priest rolled into the room, he really was nothing more then a human head set onto a pole with robotic arms, and torso all of which rested on a platform with rolling treads like a tank has; his hands were dirty surgical instruments.
He rolled over to me and pulled out a long sharp needle filled with a red substance and popped it into my arm. He rolled over to the wall and a section of it opened to reveal a control station. He rolled over to the keypad and pushed a series of keys, a huge instrument shaped like a few cylinders with two on each side of a larger one, dropped from the darkness of the ceiling, it stopped two feet from my face with me starring down the barrel of it.
The tech priest then stared at me and said rather sarcastically.
"Any last words, son?"
With that he flipped a switch on the keypad and the cylinder came to life, with a hum and a clank. The barrel started to glow a faint hint of green energy, I could feel the warmth of the energy against my face. The priest was hissing, which was probably his way of laughing. As a matter of fact he laughed so hard he didn't notice the glass tear drop on my chest start to glow bright blue.
The next thing I recall was the glass breaking without cutting my chest and the water forming up into a slug like creature and climbing up my throat and crawled into my nose and into my body. My body started to glow red then turned to ice blue, then it started to fade until it was just my veins glowing ice blue. I thought about the glass tubes on the walls any called to them my eyes glowed white and the glass tubes burst. Water dumped in from everywhere. The priest and the guardsmen had nowhere to go the water swelled over them and the pressure increased just cause I thought about it, and their bones were at once crushed. It was like the thing in my body was controlling the water through my thoughts. To test this theory I imagined the water clearing a pod surrounding my body, at once all the water surrounding my body was pressured back into the pipes. Before long I turned the water into what appeared to be arms and hands to untie me. I made the water follow me drowning anyone who got in my way, as I walked down the hall of the prisons cellblock.
