As I sat drifting in my own endless abyss of nonexistence, I was met with an old familiar feeling of déjà vu. It was as if I had been here before, multiple times to be precise, as if this were an old home I hadn't been to in years. But this feeling evoked thoughts of comfort rather than fear, and even though I couldn't comprehend my own existence, it let me grow comfortable in my own little purgatory, my home between life and death.
I was startled by a feeling reaching out from the eternal darkness and it touched my numb limbs. A slight nudge at first, maybe even a tickle. But these feelings were soon replaced by an immense amount of pain; it felt as if someone was sliding sandpaper around each and every cell in my body. I opened my mouth to scream but found that I was unable to, nor could I move my arms or legs. As I desperately struggled to make my body respond to the commands I was giving it, the pain got worse, regardless. I quickly came to realize that my comfy little purgatory had become a tomb, trapping me into an existence of suffering and pain for an eternity.
Was this hell?
After a millennium of torturous nonexistence, the pain started to subside, replaced by a different feeling. It took me a bit to recognize this feeling; it was touch. I could FEEL my limbs again, but they felt different, stronger even. I was no longer just a floating torso in a sea of nonexistence, I was.... complete? This was a strange concept even for me, but it felt correct. I had never felt so complete in my life.
As I lay back down comfortably in my dark sea of purgatory I could feel something else different, someone or something else was in here with me. I wasn't alone. It was as if I were standing in a crowded room but nobody was visible. As I was trying to comprehend what it was, I was met with another old familiar feeling. However, this one evoked the feeling of fear, as I was able to recognize it immediately.
It was reality.
I awoke with a start, jettisoning myself upright in my hospital bed. "Hold him down!" Shouted a nurse, as she tried to stick a needle in my IV.
Despite being conscious only a matter of seconds I had a clear understanding of my surroundings, as two large men moved toward me in an attempt to pin me to my hospital bed I knew I had to act fast. I sprung to my feet just as he grabbed my wrist, I used my free hand to land a punch straight into his stomach, sending him flying backward through a pain of glass and into the hallway behind him. The second man pulled a baton and radioed for backup as he approached me, he swung at head height and missed as I ducked under. Grabbing the metal object next to me I and swung blindly, hitting him directly in the head. The loud metal pinged against his skull as it hit. He fell to the ground, limp. It was then that I realized the metal object I hit him with was actually the handicap railing that I had ripped straight out of the wall.
I dropped it out of shock when I realized the source of my strength. My hands, or what was left of them, were metal. Servos and gears to replace flesh and blood; I looked past my hands to the man I hit in the head. His neck was dark purple and blood pooled on the floor underneath his head. I had killed him.
I turned my desperation onto the nurse, who stood frozen out of fear.
"What am I," I asked, my voice quivering.
She remained silent, fear sealing her lips.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!?!"
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Cy/Punk
Science FictionCy Black; recently retired detective gets called back into the fray to work one last case, he suffers a mortal accident. Costing him his limbs and over a decade and a half of his life. Now with his memory fragmented and his limbs replaced with mili...
