06-03-2018, 03:36 PM
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This world was different than the one he had known. Gray with stone walls, the space echoed with the nearly silent hum of electronic machinery. A far away beeping filled his ears in time to the quickened pace of his heart beat. Groggily his eyes blink rapidly as his body awakens from whatever influence it had been under. The limbs attached to him feel foreign almost as if they did not belong to him, with a million different parts moving simultaneously. Instinctively his arm attempts to lift itself from the stone slab it had been resting upon only to be met by the harsh grab of a stiff restraint. Repelled by his confinement and inability to move, his body lurches upward, his back arching as an animalistic grunt rises up from the depths of his throat.
New panic grabbed a hold of his as his head twisted from one side to the other as his breathing picked up, forming a hollow place in the barrel of his chest. There was no grass, no trees – only gray and dark places. A nearly sheer blanket acted as a barrier to the space just beyond his and despite his singularly blind eye, his ears caught the faint rasp of another’s breath. He was not alone. For a moment he wanted to call out to the unknown entity shielded from his sight, but his vocal chords felt tight and unfamiliar, much like everything else.
Just beyond the cold slab of stone he was attached to, medical equipment filled almost every available space. Tubes filled with multicolored liquid trailed down the length of the tubes that sprouted from them and into his body. Fleshy and pale his veins bulged blue in a spiderweb like fashion. Hanging all around him, bags containing the unknown substances hung ominously, dripping their poison with every beep of the machine. He felt no pain, but his limbs were heavy, and a thick fog clouded his thoughts and prevented his memories from shedding light onto his current predicament.
A shuffle just beyond his fabric wall drew his attention away from the things that he could not explain. With a momentary struggle he turned his head in time to see a white coated woman slink between the sliver of an opening. Clipboard in hand she stared down at her notes, her muddy eyes only flitting to meet his momentarily. Humming deep in her throat she tucked her board beneath her armpit and began to fiddle with the many dials and buttons upon the various different machines that surrounded him.
Smacking his lips experimentally he tested the weight of his tongue, disliking the feel of it in his mouth. <b> “Wh – where am I?”</b>
She says nothing, and, for a moment, he wonders if she heard him or if he had spoken at all. Her movements remained steady and unfaltering at the sound of his disjointed and raspy question. It’s only when she is finished that she turned to regard him, her eyes cold upon his naked form.
<b> “No need to worry, Mr. Hephaestus,”</b> she said in a robotic tone as she slowly drifted towards whence she came. <b> “Sleep well.”</b>
<b> “Wh- what…”</b> <i>What have you done to me?</i>
</div><div class="fragquote">Break My Shackles To Set Me Free</div></div></center>
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#1d1d1d', endColorstr='#1d1d1d', GradientType=0 );}.fragwords{position: relative;z-index: 9;color: #8d806d;background: #1d1d1d;text-align: justify;padding: 20px;width: 380px;padding-bottom: 30px;}.fragname{position: relative;z-index: 12;color: #8d806d;font: 50px 'Rock Salt', cursive;text-align: center;padding-center: 40px;margin-top: -50px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000;}.fragquote{position: relative;z-index: 17;font: 20px 'Rock Salt', cursive;font: 'Pegasus';color: #8d806d;}</style><center><div class="fragback"><img class="fragpic" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0f/00/2a/0f002a7f840b95c2b52ca609b1519e9e--male-photography-masks.jpg"><div class="fraggrad"></div><div class="fragname">Hephaestus</div><div class="fragwords">This world was different than the one he had known. Gray with stone walls, the space echoed with the nearly silent hum of electronic machinery. A far away beeping filled his ears in time to the quickened pace of his heart beat. Groggily his eyes blink rapidly as his body awakens from whatever influence it had been under. The limbs attached to him feel foreign almost as if they did not belong to him, with a million different parts moving simultaneously. Instinctively his arm attempts to lift itself from the stone slab it had been resting upon only to be met by the harsh grab of a stiff restraint. Repelled by his confinement and inability to move, his body lurches upward, his back arching as an animalistic grunt rises up from the depths of his throat.
New panic grabbed a hold of his as his head twisted from one side to the other as his breathing picked up, forming a hollow place in the barrel of his chest. There was no grass, no trees – only gray and dark places. A nearly sheer blanket acted as a barrier to the space just beyond his and despite his singularly blind eye, his ears caught the faint rasp of another’s breath. He was not alone. For a moment he wanted to call out to the unknown entity shielded from his sight, but his vocal chords felt tight and unfamiliar, much like everything else.
Just beyond the cold slab of stone he was attached to, medical equipment filled almost every available space. Tubes filled with multicolored liquid trailed down the length of the tubes that sprouted from them and into his body. Fleshy and pale his veins bulged blue in a spiderweb like fashion. Hanging all around him, bags containing the unknown substances hung ominously, dripping their poison with every beep of the machine. He felt no pain, but his limbs were heavy, and a thick fog clouded his thoughts and prevented his memories from shedding light onto his current predicament.
A shuffle just beyond his fabric wall drew his attention away from the things that he could not explain. With a momentary struggle he turned his head in time to see a white coated woman slink between the sliver of an opening. Clipboard in hand she stared down at her notes, her muddy eyes only flitting to meet his momentarily. Humming deep in her throat she tucked her board beneath her armpit and began to fiddle with the many dials and buttons upon the various different machines that surrounded him.
Smacking his lips experimentally he tested the weight of his tongue, disliking the feel of it in his mouth. <b> “Wh – where am I?”</b>
She says nothing, and, for a moment, he wonders if she heard him or if he had spoken at all. Her movements remained steady and unfaltering at the sound of his disjointed and raspy question. It’s only when she is finished that she turned to regard him, her eyes cold upon his naked form.
<b> “No need to worry, Mr. Hephaestus,”</b> she said in a robotic tone as she slowly drifted towards whence she came. <b> “Sleep well.”</b>
<b> “Wh- what…”</b> <i>What have you done to me?</i>
</div><div class="fragquote">Break My Shackles To Set Me Free</div></div></center>