1 Awakening
AWAKENING LAB
"Entrance C breach."
"Security protocol activated."
"Security team alert".
"No response".
"Admin alert".
"No response".
"Alerting everyone".
"Only one life sign, life sign in stasis".
"Stasis awakening in progress".
"Subject X0-9 Awakening"
Deep in the lab, a light turned on in one of the rooms in the lower levels. Inside the room were multiple stasis tanks, but only one had an occupant. A young boy could be seen, his facial features obscured by his long hair, which floated in the stasis liquid, making him appear like a banshee from a horror film.
Tank draining in progress
Tank draining 80%…60%….40%….20%….0%
Subject 9 awakening
Tripp woke up screaming.....
Aaah
Why it so painful!
My eyes hurt
The dark world he had lived until now shattered. The sound asleep Tripp Hardman felt unbearable pain in his eyes as though someone had ruthlessly stabbed him with long needles over and over again. No, it was more like a searing hot dagger was dug deep into his eyeballs.
What the hell!! In his trance, Tripp tried to reach out with his hands and touch his burning eyes. However, he could not move his limbs as though he had lost all control over his body.
Did those old bastards finally kill me?! is this death? But this pain... am I waking up in the middle of one of their experiments?
Tripp Hardman was not unfamiliar with such situations, as he had woken up multiple times in the middle of surgery. At times they performed surgery on him while he was awake. He tried his best to move his arms or turn his neck.
However, no matter what he tried to do didn't seem to work. He tried recalling the situation, but his thoughts and memories were difficult to control. He kept losing focus.
It's way too painful. If they keep going at this rate, I will actually die!!
it's too painful
I shouldn't fight it. I should accept my death. Finally, my torture can end...
F**k! I can't do that. These bastards won't let me die
how many times have they brought me back from the other side?
I need to wake up!! I need to scream!!
It feels like the knife is in my brain. My head will explode
If it does, will they be able to revive me then?
haha, imagine them all there with my brains all over their faces; they will probably be sad they lost their experiment subject
Why cant they give me the good pain killers? why is it "essential" for me to feel the pain
These old perverts enjoy watching a blind cripple struggling on their surgical table.
The pain slowly subsided, allowing Trip to finally move his arms underneath him and lifting himself into a sitting position.
My arms aren't restrained. Am I back in my room?
Tripp felt around in his surroundings, and all he could feel was a cold floor.
"tch those bastards didn't even put me on my bed, just threw me on the ground, it must be that asshole Smallrig, out of all the lab assistants he really is the one that hates me the most...and he is petty".
"ha..is this punishment for that time I spat right in his face!! or when I pissed on him while he was carrying me?"
"That wasn't my fault. I'm paralysed and can't feel anything, i didn't know what happened...he really is a petty bitch...well, the latter wasn't my fault".
he smiled mischievously
Tripp had had the worst and most boring life could ever imagine. Ever since he was born, he was blind and paralysed.
He Tried feeling about for his bed, but he couldn't feel anything except the empty space and the cold surface he was on.
He tried turning himself onto his chest so he could crawl around, but as he turned, something happened....he hit his knee on the floor, and for the first time ever, he could feel his legs.
"What..wait...what?"
he bent his legs....
he sat there for a while, rubbing his hands up and down his legs
"well, clearly I'm dead...is this hell?"
He slowly stood up, afraid he might fall.
Everything around him was still the usual darkness he was used to.
He started sauntering ahead with his hands stretched in front of him so he would bump into anything.
but no matter how far he went, there was nothing around
He turned left and walked for a while, but the same thing
the space around him was completely empty
"I'm definitely not in the lab; it's too quiet, too spacious".
He sat down as he was now tired a minute later though he jumped right up and had a smile on his face.
"aaaaaaah" he screamed.
"aaaaahhhhhh" he was screaming his frustrations away, for years he had wished more than anything for his legs to work, in a world full of technology where people could design everything about their kids before they were even born, he was born both blind and paralysed..it made no sense to him, and it seemed there was no cure for this either.
Between being sight and his legs working, he would always choose his legs as what he wanted more than anything was freedom.
Ever since he could remember, he was always locked up in a room.
When he was young, his parents had kept him hidden in the basement of their house.
It was only on his 12 birthday that something happened....he was found with barely a pulse in their basement with his whole family dead around him.
His father was found with a large hole in his chest and his heart missing.
His younger sister, who had always come to psychologically torture him, was found with her legs ripped off. His main torturer, his mother, who would physically torture him and refuse the maids from feeding him more than one bowl of soup a day, making sure he was barely alive, was found with her eyes removed, her tongue cut off, and all her extremities torn from her body.
It was a gruesome sight, when the police arrived to find him still alive, they were shocked.
He was taken to the hospital and questioned by the police. A few days later, he found himself in the lab and now, now he had no idea where he was.
His life was pitiful, to say the least.
Tripp breathed heavily after he was done screaming, and then he shot off running at full speed into the darkness.
There was no way for him to tell the passage of time, but he had spent days walking, running and sitting.
It's not changing. The darkness is never-ending.
Did I really die, and this is all that's left?.... just eternal darkness for the rest of my days.
After what felt like an eternity, he gave up and chose to sit down.
I cannot go on. Let me try and get some sleep?
He lay down and closed his eyes, but there was no difference.
"This is maddening! If this is all that's left, I would, rather I seize to exist completely," he thought to himself.
He got up and continued his random walks in the darkness.
Do I tire in this space?
He decided to run
Taking his sprint, he kept going and kept running; nothing changed.
I can do this nonstop. I'm not tiring out at all
I am really dead
That's when from the corner of his eye, he saw something shining on the floor...
A thread...a gold thread
