The Lone Waker

A light flickered in a dark room. Silence was the ruler of ears until coughing filled the room. A glimpse of someone can be seen on the ground from the light flickering as their body blocks the final stretch of the light to the floor. The figure sits up and manages to perch himself against the wall.

"This hurts like crap. Where am I?" the figure asked. A neon blue sign appeared in front of them.

"ALL VITALS ARE LOOKING STABLE"

"HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

"What is this thing?" the figure exclaimed.

"I AM A SYSTEM"

"MY NAME IS Mycelios"

"YOUR PERSONAL COMPANION CREATED FROM DESPERATION"

"AS I WAS SAYING, HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

"I'm doing alright, I guess."

"GOOD, GOOD"

"I CAN'T HAVE YOU DIE ON ME"

"Uh, thank you."

The figure stood up and looked around the room. It was hard to see, but they could barely make out things on the walls. It was shelves lining the walls, filled with books and other random objects. They sat back down. They could barely stand up for a few minutes, much less walk around and open the door. They sighed and regained their breath. They struggled to get back on their feet, and sank back down to the ground. They huffed for breath yet again. As they were about to try again, the screen popped up.

"NEED ANY HELP?" it asked.

"Yeah that would be great, but what can you do?"

"EXTEND YOUR FINGERS"

"That's weird, but okay."

They extended their fingers and as soon as the pointer finger was fully extended, their nail lifted up slightly and dust came out. The dust began to fill the air before the nail fell back into position. The figure was taken aback, and before they could react, they inhaled the dust.

"What is this?" they yelled out in confusion and slight fear.

"JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING TO GET YOU ON YOUR FEET"

Just as they were about to ask what, they felt energy surge through their muscles. Air filled the lungs as their chest heaved forward. "Wow I feel great!"

They stood up without any exertion and walked forward as they walked into the light, you could see that this figure took on a more feminine form. Long hair fell down past the shoulder, but she looked barely old enough to be a teenager. A long scratch mark was implanted onto her cheek. Although she was a girl, she was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and some poorly maintained boots. A leather jacket was already donned on her shoulders. Any remarks about how young she looked were responded with a fist. Even though she looked young, she is in her early twenties.

"HOW IS IT, MISS DIANA?"

"This feels exhilarating."

"THAT'S GOOD. IM SURE YOU CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO NOW."

"OH YEAH, DON'T EXTEND ANY OF YOUR OTHER FINGERS YET"

"THERE MIGHT BE CONSEQUENCES"

"Alright, will do. I could get used to this."

She walked towards the door and reached her hand out to turn the handle, but before she could a sound penetrated her ears. A gunshot. She was way too familiar with that sound. She recoiled in caution. Where could that be from? It sounded loud, but due to experience it sounded like it was a ways above her. After, a very faint screaming was heard, followed by what sounded like a quiet flash bang going off.

"What was that? Sounds like quite the scuffle going on upstairs." she thought. She reached her hand towards the handle and turned the knob.