A/N: Alriiiiight! It's been a while since any updates, and for this I do apologize. I am positive that you all understand how time consuming school can be! Grah, and with that said, here we go! This kinda steps away from the romance…Sorry?
Disclaimer: I do not own WA3. That's right, no witty retort, and no funny remarks. Just the truth!
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It took only moments for his eyes to focus, and in that instant of life; he realized he was already dying. Engulfed in fluid, and surrounded by only glass…His first taste being only foul liquid that intruded between stubborn lips as he tried to scream. It was thick and salty, burning his throat all the way to his lungs. His first sight, was only those malfunctioning computers, his only light was blinking:
ERROR.
He clawed at the glass, his brittle nails breaking easily against the surface as he struggled for escape. Kicking his legs he tried to reach the surface of the compacted cylindrical container only to hit a metal lid. He attempted to scream again (whether it was out of fear, pain or merely spite) only to swallow more watery fluid. He couldn't breathe. He was drowning. He watched his own bubbly breaths become fewer, leaking air from his nose and mouth. He felt his lungs become full, almost to the point of bursting…. His throat felt as if it were in flames…He felt his flailing limbs getting heavier, as his eyelids drooped over lilac orbs…He glanced around the room- his palms pressed hopelessly against the glass, feeling himself choke, his mouth opening and pleading for any form of air or breath. No one was coming…No one was saving him… The computers flashed mercilessly in the dark room, as if taunting him:
ERROR.
ERROR.
Was he the 'error'? He slammed his hands against the glass surrendering. Clenching his eyes shut, his first and what he swore would be his final tears seeping through his eyelashes. It was over.
He was unconscious even before the glass began to crack…
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Chapter Notes: I know! It's short! Sorry sorry sorry! And I am also sorry if this is not the way you perceived Jet's 'birth'. I am not quite sure if I agree with myself! But there are so many theories, graaah! This blurb was actually blurbed from another blurb that I blurbed in writing…(Didja get that?)
"I awoke and I was already dying, sucking in that horrible liquid. Clawing desperately at that glass, the flickering computers as my only light. (They still give me headaches to this day). I remember trying to scream only to swallow water, trying to reach the surface only to hit the top of my container. I was drowning. I remember my limbs getting heavier, my lungs getting full, until something just told me to stop trying. It was over."
C/N (cont.): But since I am not too good at writing in the 1st person, and I could not create a dialogue appropriate enough to use this…yeah. That's why I went the way I did. You probably noticed that I didn't use names. I didn't think it was appropriate! Yano? You don't:Shrugs: Read and review!
