Just a little something for you to chew on while I finish editing the sequel. It should be completely posted by the end of next week, if not sooner.
Manhattan
Present Day
This is getting really old.
Honestly, I am getting tired of waking up in strange places after getting knocked out for some reason. Is it my fault? No. Am I getting tired of it? Yes.
But when I opened my eyes, I noticed two things. One; I definitely wasn't in the med bay. That was really disconcerting. And two; I could see.
Well, at least I think I could see. Instead of complete and utter darkness, everything was bright. It was kind of hurting my eyes, but what can you do. There was no air pressure, so I couldn't tell how big the room was. If it was even a room. I was lying on something, although I couldn't tell what. Everything was the same, it all looked bright and hurt my eyes. Apparently there was no beginning and no end to my current location. And standing up, I noticed that the floor (if it was a floor) had no texture.
Everything rang with an eerie sameness that intensely creeped me out.
"Kind of weird, isn't it?"
I turned quickly at the voice. To my surprise, I found myself staring at a woman. I think it's a woman. I honestly didn't know how to tell with no air pressure or smell or anything that I usually relied on. The only way I thought she was female was because her voice was somewhat high pitched. But then again, some she could have been a gay man.
"Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask.
She laughed slightly. "Well, that's a good question with an interesting answer." she paused. "I guess you could say that I'm you."
Um..."WHAT?! Are you insane?"
She laughed again, only this time it sounded darker, more crazy than her previous one. "That, my young self, is debatable. Very debatable. But right now, I am more sane than I ever have been."
