"Mis... ected in... tor..."
The world was a dark, amorphous blur. I was remotely aware of myself lying on the ground, but the ground was... springy, and soft.
"Miscount... in secto..."
Not the ground, a mattress. I could see the mattress, and my hands, in the dark world I inhabited. I realised I must be floating on the bunk.
"Misco... ted in sector"
A robotic yet feminine voice kept repeating these words, but I lapsed in and out of what she was saying. New shapes were emerging in the darkness, which was brightening slowly.
"Miscount detected in sector"
I tried to roll over, and my elbow gave way. I found myself on my back, with a hazy figure standing over me. In his hand he held something... a rod, or club?
No, no, no!
The baton came down quickly, slamming into my thigh. Electricity passed through my entire body, causing a spasm, and in my confusion I kicked out at the figure. My foot found home in the Metrocop's knee, and he staggered backwards. Pain still coursed through my body bas I tried to stand, but could only kneel. I crawled over to a table, and pulled myself up there. The world was clear now: not entirely focused, but vivid enough. Kevin was nowhere to be seen; John and Kelly were being beaten by two Metrocops. I could hear their screams through the doorway. The other CP was advancing quickly towards me now, stun baton ready, and I searched for something to defend myself with. My hands groped the table, but it was bare, until an idea emerged from a crazy thought.
Crouching, I seized two legs of the table, and swung as hard as I could. The wood connected with the Metrocop's mask, and he grunted as he spun and fell. The table continued to soar after I let go, and was not stopped by the window. For the second time in this apartment, the glistening shards spiralled through the air to the ground below.
John and Kelly were getting quieter now, which panicked me. I snapped one of the remaining pieces of glass from the window frame, and held it like a dagger.
I was still dazed, but I tried to remember the training our dad had given Matt and I when we were younger. I held the glass back and slightly raised, and held my other arm out to grab or block. Creeping though the doorway, I saw the two CPs. They had stopped now: John was completely still and Kelly was weeping over him. The Metrocops were stood away from me.
With a speed I didn't know I had, I grabbed the closest one around the neck, and pulled him into me, bringing the glass down in an arc to his throat. The fabric there was easily cut: the skin below, even easier. Blood showered out from his neck as he collapsed to the ground, his mask emitting a high-pitched whine as he fell. The other CP turned to me, and I realised I had taken out the wrong one: this one had a gun, whereas a baton I could have easily handled.
The next few things happened in an instant. Footsteps thudded in the next room over, and I was sure it was another squad of Metrocops come in response to the whine of the radio. I stood completely still where I was as the CP before me crumpled like his squadmate before him, as a bullet entered and then exited his head. A splatter of crimson decorated the wall.
"You there, civvie!" Yelled a voice from my left. Three men clad in green stood in the doorway. They all had a band around there arm with... what was that, a lambda? "Did you kill that CP?" The stranger gestured to the officer at my feet. I nodded, and his expression changed to a grin.
"Nice work," he said, moving to the other corpse. He took the pistol from the dead man's hand, and offered it to me. "You don't have a lot of options from here, though," he said to me, "you interested in joining the Resistance?"
He was quite right. I had killed a CP, and my fingerprints were surely on the shard of glass in his neck. I took the pistol from the Resistance soldier. It felt cold in my hand, but right.
"Where do we go?" I asked. He grinned again.
"To see the Doctor."