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Warnings: T for swearing and violence

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Chap 2

I hate this I hate this I hate this why the hell is this my shitty life?

After finally coming to the realization that the blue was friggin' pressing in on me, I figured that it was my cue to get out of here. Wherever "here" is.

Unfortunately, the minuscule amount of strength that I could muster to my limbs wasn't even close to what was needed. No amount of stretching allowed me to expand my space and all actions in a single direction were met with unyielding resistance. Not even far enough to punch, let alone kick, as if my weakness wasn't apparent enough...

So now, here I am, stuck in a fetal position with walls on all four (six if you're talking details) directions, with only a couple of inches to spare on all sides.

Well, at least I think they're inches, but spatial measurements are all relative so there might only be a couple knows? (Certainly not me.)

How did the walls get this close to me without me noticing? Like, granted, I was paying more attention to my inner dialogue because everything was so damn boring, but this is just ridiculous. Unless even my brain *cough-hormones-cough* was conspiring against me, there honestly aren't many reasons why I wouldn't notice the only constant in my present condition (this isn't my life, nope), was trying to squash me.

Looks like I'll need to pay more attention from now on; in case my luck decides to kill me via something other than faul-...Too early, not going there. Don't think anything can get me through that, I'll probably need a miracle working shrink or something.

Anyways, as a brilliant (but dead man) said in a book, "Constant vigilance!" But alas(tor), he still died…

That… Was not as punny as I had hoped. Must be the blues.

Oh well, my brain is only as alive as the rest of me, which isn't always that much.

Now, if only I could get actual oxygen to fuel my O2 deprived brain…

Then again, I could only struggle in futility against the barriers that now seemed to constantly push against me, even if there was no actual contact beyond my extremities (and back). It felt relatively smooth? Unfortunately, I can't really trust my sense of touch right now so it might just be as wrinkled as a dried prune. Or raisin. Take your pick, I couldn't care less.

I allowed my fingers to glide across the surface of the walls only with limited mobility, as there was barely enough wriggle room to permit my elbows to shift.

Actually…

Like what one of the martial arts instructors that I had once upon a time said, "elbows are for cutting", or something like that. While punches and kicks can generally cause plenty of damage with blunt force, elbows are sharp in a way that fists aren't. Knees can do similar damage, but in my condition, they will only break my nose.

So technically, if I jab my elbows hard enough, it should break through!

…boing...boing...boing...ba-chh

Owww…

Welp, my elbows now hurt like heck, but there was clearly an indent in my surroundings, as the once uniform blue was now veined with webs of bright, eye-searing skyblue. At least the place where I jammed my elbow was like that, everywhere else remained the same. With my elbows facing behind me, however, it wasn't like I could see the entire extent of the site of impact.

However, even a hint of the cobweb-like cracks gave me a sense of hope. More than what I had ever since that, even if my eyes felt like they were going to be burned and shrivelled like tiny, dried cranberries.

I might've imagined the webs of blue too, considering the fact that my eyesight was smudged as hell. Wouldn't it be ironic if I was born far-sighted again? At least I got rid of my glasses after the age of ten, but who knew what could be considered eye treatment wherever I am now?Bah, who cares about eyesight when there's hope of getting out of this confinement?

Freedom is mine! I inwardly crowed, before freezing. An unneeded and unbidden question floated to the frontal lobe of my brain. What the heck is out there?

Taking into account the state that I'm in, it wouldn't be farfetched to say that I'm in some sort of spherical construct, where everything is blue and floating and so very warm. And safe.

My expectations have been shattered enough the past few somethings to know that whatever is out there probably isn't what I would expect. Given that I have finally conceded the point that I'm not in a coma but was reincarnated (after a failure of a death), well, the world outside could be inhabited by giant-man eating spiders, not a pleasant thought.

There were some situations that I thought might've been able to be applied to me, but most of them seem to be too crazy even for me. Yes, reincarnation is crazy, but that's a thought for another time, like for my next life perhaps. But the blue that envelops me and the hissing… they can only mean one thing, right? And there aren't many other plausible explanations either.

Now that I wasn't trying to destroy the bones of my very pained elbow, sounds could clearly be heard from outside of my confinement. Most of it being rapid-fire gibberish that I've nearly gotten used to by now, and some being the reptilian hissing that were present throughout my stay in the blue.

I did an imitation of a gulp, as I have determined that my body was currently submerged in goo. No wonder I couldn't breathe, but at least the goo didn't seem to choke me.

Without moving, I tried to listen to what was transpiring on the outside, a feat that was accomplished and yet did nothing as a result of me not understanding a single syllable of what was being said. But with the web of brightness that told me that an outside world truly existed, the gibberish became more pronounced and less like muffled gobbledegook (like I knew what it sounded like anyway). For one, it was much smoother although there was rasping present, along with hissing. So, at least there aren't any goblins out there, what a relief.

How sad it is that I must listen to my own sarcasm all day.

At least with one (of many) worst-case scenarios out the way, I can tell people that I thought before acting, for once. So nobody can blame me when I started bashing my poor elbow against the blue again.

With each subsequent bash, I could hear my surroundings creak, or make a pzzt sound, a bit like when you just gently tap an egg while it was slowly chipping, but a bit wetter and more… dunno, connected?

Oooohhhh…

I'm screwed, aren't I?

At least it means I'm not in a test tube for reptilian-human hybrids. It could've been so much worse than hatching from an egg...

Did that mean from now on, I'll be celebrating effin' hatchdays instead of birthdays? Whoa. Shit just got real.

But for my birthdays to permanently change to hatchdays, I'll need to get out of the egg first. And ain't that something you don't think every day?

For now though, I'm a bit tired, fetal limbs aren't good for smashing through walls of calcium carbonate, and unlike most things that hatch from an egg, I don't have any egg teeth. As a matter of fact, do I even have a bellybutton anymore? Or am I a platypus? Being quite sure that I'm a mammal and yet still hatching from an egg can guarantee that I'll think that I'm going delusional. So, not anything new.

Heh, yeah right…

Sleep claimed me soon after.

I exhausted easily, and it took me four waking periods to actually break through the shell and not just cause faint imprints of lighter blue smudges.

But now, now I could clearly feel the light streaming in, even with eyes shut tightly because damn it's bright out there. Even with the actual hole in the shell positioned somewhere around my right elbow, the light was absolutely blinding. Considering the fact that I was virtually living as a bat in dark blue cave for the past couple (insert period of time here because I sure as hell don't know), it wouldn't be strange if I looked like an albino when I finally get out.

As it was, I could feel the faint tugging of the meager amount of gel that enveloped me sluggishly leaking out of the hole. The sense of zero-gravity that I had since the beginning was beginning to vanish, as slowly the cushioning liquid vanished behind my elbow. Turns out I was fetal positioning on my front-ish right side, so it made sense that the goo would leak out from there. As the liquid level slowly dropped in my little cavern, I realized that I would breathe again. But, that would require me emptying my lungs of all the goop that had stuck around inside of me ever since I realized that breathing air wasn't an option.

And if I manage to only partly ridding my lungs of the liquid but air can still enter, well. I have no illusions that I will not choke.

Conclusion: remove thyself from egg least risk death of suffocation.

Therefore, I struggled.

An egg is a sturdy capsule because it is more or less round, thus resulting in the pressure being evenly distributed when applied to the shell over a large area. However, it can and will break when all the force is focused onto a single spot, that is the reason why my elbows were so good at breaking the shell. But once the sphere-like construct is damaged, like with a hole, then everything becomes much easier.

Over the course of my waking periods where most of my energy was focused on destroying eggshell with my puny arm bones, I had noticed that the egg was stretchable, but barely. And now when I tried to uncurl from the position had held me for so long, a dull crack vibrated through my bones. Thankfully not from my bones, small mercies, I suppose.

The smudge that was barely on my peripheral vision from when the shell first cracked had elongated into a slash in the once dark blue. Then it split in two.

I might've fell out, or might've somehow rolled out of my temporary residence, but I'll never know due to the tiny event being a blur.

With all my strength gone, I could only remember screaming or wailing, and probably a lot of crying(perhaps for joy). Either way, not the proudest moment I've ever had in any of my two lives. As a result of air finally hitting the inside of my lungs and then compounded on with the brightness and sheer loudness of everything, everything was hazy in the back of my mind..

I don't know how much longer it took me to wake up again, but when I did, my eyes didn't open immediately. Instead, I reveled in the sensation of breathing again, and being able to hear without a layer of shell. Actually, I took stock of all of my senses first before opening my eyes, and realized that even without sight, I had five.

What. The. Hell.

Even though I had taken stock of the energy when I was inside of the egg, it was nothing compared to the outside. Now that the barrier was gone, it became apparent that the shell itself was infused with the energy. The energy outside of the egg was much less solid? And it felt a heck lot freer, except for the blots of concentrated energy moving around. Welp, this is weird, but my life. But still weird.

In fact, there were three such blobs of energy hovering right around me, with one of them a it more restrained than the other two, perhaps a bit like dry ice? That would imply that the energy wanted to evaporate though, and therefore incorrect.

Oh well. I don't really care anymore. How much worse can it get?

So I opened my eyes to a large green spot on a purple ceiling.

And managed to spot two pairs of glowing golden lamps hovering in an expanse of white, the source of the two not-so-muffled energy. Then I looked up and realized that the green spot surrounded by purple wasn't a ceiling at all, the green blinked.

I screamed.

AN: So, how was the third chapter? As mentioned, this is my first story so much can be improved, feedback is appreciated, just please don't flame. My writing style still needs tweaking and might not be really consistent, so I apologize. Still messing around with the timeline, but our protagonist is going to be inserted much earlier than most other ones, therefore possibility that it can go AU is around 78%. This was a lot faster than expected, but expect updates every two weeks or so, probably with around 2000 words per chapter.

Please leave a review(or point out errors)! Thanks for reading!

~Cadriona Morningwing

Updated: June 21, 2016