Winn Schott Jr., the S.I.

Winslow Schott Jr., as of 20 minutes ago that is who I am. I woke up in a pod, looking through the glass pane in front of me. I was quite confused at waking up at all as I had lost consciousness after being shot on accident by my twin brother, while we were playing around with my dad's gun. My death had been quick and painless but my awakening was full of pain and lethargy.

My body felt like it was having trillions of volts coursing pumping through it. The man that looked like he was insane held his hand on a dog. He had bloodshot eyes, messy hair brown with Gray streets in it and now had enough brown food in it. I did not recognize him at all.

The man turned the dial and that feeling of lightning running through me got worse. Then I began to feel like I was drowning or in a cave that only had dust in it and I was sucking it all in.

I did not, could not breathe. For a moment, the pain and what it accompanied stopped. I had thought better torture was that in the end, but then I began to feel more.

My neck, it felt like someone was cutting it open, shoving something inside of it and burning my neck with fire. Then I felt something change and I wasn't in pain anymore. My teeth elongated, my body enlarged, while something popped out of my back. When I looked at myself, my skin had turned an ashen Gray color, and my body, was it growing claws? I felt it as my body then slowly reverted back to my human, my normal self. Once I was completely normal, I felt a sharp pain everywhere, my entire body felt like he was being stabbed with needles. My eyes, my mouth, my bones, they're all in pain. Then I felt something hot, burning, scalding being released inside of me. I clenched my fist in excruciating pain. My body began to thrash in agony. Minutes later, I stopped moving and the pain was, hopefully, over

I feel different, stronger, faster in thought, better. I breathe heavily, my pain being released with every breath. I waited for another instance of pain, in fear but suddenly the glass pane door opened and I saw a man beside the mad scientist, who obviously had abducted and experimented on me. He was a clean shaven, bald, Caucasian man with a purple three piece suit on. He had a smug, self-centered expression on his face that seemed to beg for me to punch it, a greedy smile and eyes that seemed to hold malice towards me and the man.

From what I could see, they were both extremely happy. The mad scientist more so than the bond villain look-a- like. Well, the mad scientist looked at me, I felt something in my head, as if something was being dislodged. It was an emotion, a memory of this man holding me when I had a scratch on my knee, he comforted me about it and got me ice cream afterwards. He is my… "Dad?" he caught a gleam in his eye and produced a smile on his face as I said that.

"You remember me, Winslow?" he asked me. With that name came memories, nine years' worth of them. The last thing that I can remember was hitting my head on the car dashboard and going unconscious. Did I… Did I die and chase transmigrate into a dead Winslow shot junior? I don't understand what I am doing here. Wait a minute, did I just go through a Frankenstein experience? Getting back to the situation and holding off my existential crisis.

"Dad, of course I remember you. Where are we? What happened? The last thing that I remember is I was in the car with mom."

"Winslow…" Dad wincing at the mention of my mother. "Winn, I need you to take a seat." he pulled a chair from where he previously was, making a motion for me to sit down, which I did in confusion. "Winn, I'm sorry to say this but your mother died in that car crash a-a-and so did you." he hugged me tightly, his body shivering. It was as if I would fly away if he let me go. For some reason, I felt tears form in my eyes, blurring my vision. Huh, I thought I was all out of tears from all of the crying in the pod, I guess not. The memories of the real Winslow Schott junior influencing me, causing me to cry. I hugged him back, my tears dripping off my face and landing on his lab coat.

I gave him a few minutes to hug me but after 10, it started to get a little bit weird. So I pushed him off me using a little bit of my strength, I had to find out what had happened to me, what had been done to me. "Dad, if I died in that crash, how am I here sitting in front of you, speaking to you? How… Where are we?" I had just begun to notice this unfamiliar place.

Now that I was looking at this place, I had never seen any of this before. Dad gave me a bright smile, pointing at that dapper man, "That man, Vincent Krane, he gave me a way to revive you, to bring you back from the dead!" Winslow said, his voice getting louder in excitement.

I followed my dad's direction and looked at Vincent Krane not understanding why my dad trusted him, he looked too sketchy to trust. I turned back to my dad to ask him a question that I did not expect a good answer to. "Dad, why were you hurting me?" I asked him, my eyes filling with tears as I felt my body ache in phantom pain.

Dad looked at me, an expression of shame and regret on his face, " to revive your body, to revive you, I had to do some bad things to you. News condition that Vincent gave me, if I wanted to be able to revive you."

I looked at my dad in confusion and pain. "What does that mean, dad?" he looked at me with fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth to try to explain and that is when Vincent spoke for the first time, interrupting my father, his cool, sly voice speaking for the first time.

"Now, now Winslow, let's leave the surprises for later and let your son sleep and come back to himself. It must be a startling and tiring thing to be awakened from the dead." Vincent said, seemingly intent on keeping me from finding out what was done to me.

Dad looked at me, worried. "Yes, yes, You're right, Vincent. We should let Winn sleep." My dad, smiling, reveling in my reanimated state of life but, behind him, I could see Vincent sinisterly smiling at him. Who the hell was this Vincent Krane and what did he want with my father and me?

Over the course of the next day, I would receive the answer to all my questions but along with that I would receive more pain.

My father walked me out of what seems to be the lab area and took me to a room. Inside of the room, there was a large king size bed with a 70-inch television on a stand in front of the bed. "This is your room, win. I really would like to talk to you and tell you what is happening but as Vincent said, you need your sleep." Dad walked out of the room, closing the door and leaving me in the room by myself.

I suddenly felt the weight of the entire day hit me, along with the pains that had happened to me in the pod. I crawled into the bed, the duvet basically wrapping around me. My head hit the pillow and moments later, I was in the dream lair of the sandman.