Midlonia
15-09-2004, 20:08
His vision swimmed, lights blinked at him, he blinked as each one passed over his head.
He heard a buzzing.
"For god sakes Bill let me through the bloody door!"
The black clad figure thumped on the door infront of him, he shut his eyes again.
"Woah, what the heck happened to him?"
"Classified."
"Bullshit, you don't even know..."
"Director's matter"
The new figure, fat and with a small moustache looked at the subject.
"Think he can hear us?"
"He can hear all the hell he wants, DOC! Knock him out will you?"
A third figure appeared, a surgical mask covered his face, his eyes lit up at the sight of the paitent
"Aaaah, yes, the 'special case' Director Jackson mentioned.. Hold his arm steady will you?"
Each word was spoken like he was trying to describe the taste of a delicious food. The syringe glisened in the light, the surgen tapped it twice, knocking the air bubbles out.
"There we go...o...o...o...o"
The subject's eyes closed.
He awoke with a start, voice echoed in his head.
"C'mon! We have to keep moving!"
"Well well, we meet again..."
He gasped, and looked at the bandages on his body, he rubbed his hand lightly over them, the wounds dissappeared.
"What, what the hell? I feel better, yet, I thought of what I must have been like before these wounds..."
He looked around him and got slowly up off of the bed. He tapped on the containment cell, plexiglass. He looked at the switch, just the otherside of the glass, he looked, and looked, and looked, and thought.
Somehow I have to get that switch to throw
And at the second it did, the door slid open with a sigh.
"What the... did, did I just do that?"
He gulped, and looked at a monitor, for some reason he held out his hand, the monitor ripped from it's holding, he moved his hand, and the monitor moved with it. He dropped his hand and watched the monitor bounce on the floor.
He smiled and headed to the door, it hissed and he peeked out, the two security guards, in their black uniform stood smoking and chatting at the end of the corridor.
A bin sat behind them, round and fat, he focussed on it and brought it up slowly behind them, he floated up above their heads and slowly turned it upside down.
The he dropped it, they were knocked out cold.
He walked over to where they were, a lift door sat behind him, he jabbed the button and waited.
The smooth chime sounded hollow and echoed, then the doors slid open, he walked in and opressed the "G" button, then looked at himself in the mirrored walls.
One of his eyes was squinted and th eyelid was red and sore, he was covered in a few cuts and bruises.
"Who am I?"
He rubbed down his arms and caught a bracelet, he read it slowly.
David, David... Pope.
He frowned, then got a splitting headache and slid down the side wall of the elevator, and shut his eyes.
He heard a buzzing.
"For god sakes Bill let me through the bloody door!"
The black clad figure thumped on the door infront of him, he shut his eyes again.
"Woah, what the heck happened to him?"
"Classified."
"Bullshit, you don't even know..."
"Director's matter"
The new figure, fat and with a small moustache looked at the subject.
"Think he can hear us?"
"He can hear all the hell he wants, DOC! Knock him out will you?"
A third figure appeared, a surgical mask covered his face, his eyes lit up at the sight of the paitent
"Aaaah, yes, the 'special case' Director Jackson mentioned.. Hold his arm steady will you?"
Each word was spoken like he was trying to describe the taste of a delicious food. The syringe glisened in the light, the surgen tapped it twice, knocking the air bubbles out.
"There we go...o...o...o...o"
The subject's eyes closed.
He awoke with a start, voice echoed in his head.
"C'mon! We have to keep moving!"
"Well well, we meet again..."
He gasped, and looked at the bandages on his body, he rubbed his hand lightly over them, the wounds dissappeared.
"What, what the hell? I feel better, yet, I thought of what I must have been like before these wounds..."
He looked around him and got slowly up off of the bed. He tapped on the containment cell, plexiglass. He looked at the switch, just the otherside of the glass, he looked, and looked, and looked, and thought.
Somehow I have to get that switch to throw
And at the second it did, the door slid open with a sigh.
"What the... did, did I just do that?"
He gulped, and looked at a monitor, for some reason he held out his hand, the monitor ripped from it's holding, he moved his hand, and the monitor moved with it. He dropped his hand and watched the monitor bounce on the floor.
He smiled and headed to the door, it hissed and he peeked out, the two security guards, in their black uniform stood smoking and chatting at the end of the corridor.
A bin sat behind them, round and fat, he focussed on it and brought it up slowly behind them, he floated up above their heads and slowly turned it upside down.
The he dropped it, they were knocked out cold.
He walked over to where they were, a lift door sat behind him, he jabbed the button and waited.
The smooth chime sounded hollow and echoed, then the doors slid open, he walked in and opressed the "G" button, then looked at himself in the mirrored walls.
One of his eyes was squinted and th eyelid was red and sore, he was covered in a few cuts and bruises.
"Who am I?"
He rubbed down his arms and caught a bracelet, he read it slowly.
David, David... Pope.
He frowned, then got a splitting headache and slid down the side wall of the elevator, and shut his eyes.