Post by caligulasAquarium on Sept 14, 2014 21:15:02 GMT -5
The blankness ate at you, causing terror to slither down your spine like ice water, barely there at first but growing more intense the longer the darkness lingered. You blinked slowly, trying to get your eyes to adjust, trying to see something, anything but this crushing blackness. You could remember vaguely that you was once able to see, your vision perfect without the aid of glasses or contact lenses. What had happened to you? You couldn't remember anything specific, not even your own name, and it terrified you. You could feel yourself shaking, shuddering in fright against the hard surface you were laying against, sightless eyes darting back and forth in your skull. A soft noise alerted you to the presence of another in the space around you, sounding to be off to your right somewhere. Your breath catches in your throat and you froze, even your trembling halting as ice fills your veins.
"He's awake. The experiment seems to have failed, though. He can't see." This voice was soft and sweet, obviously belonging to a female, and held a slightly disappointed tone with just a hint of poorly hidden amusement. She was amused, finding that you were now blind? Was she the one to do this to you? Your stiff body became even more rigid at this thought, your lips curling back in a soundless snarl.
"It seems you have irritated the beast, Xzele. It's baring those ugly fangs at you." This voice was owned by a man, quiet and deep, his words laced with unrestrained disdain probably pointed towards 'it'. You are not an it - you are a person! At least, you are pretty sure you are. Either way you jerk your head in the direction of the voice, this time a snarl actually leaving you, quick and angry, your anger boiling over. Had you always been this easy to rile up? You can't seem to remember.
You'd attempt to sit up only to be forced to only just barely lift your torso off the surface you are laying on - probably a table, you think. And so you'd begin to pull at the restraints on your arms, your muscles screaming at you after only a few moments of attempting this.
"Now now, Anima, we cant have you breaking free. Now lay back down and sleep like a good little vampire, wont you?" The girl hissed at you, her words making you pause in shock. Vampire? You are a vampire of all things? That was impossible, though - vampires didn't even exist! This thought was solidified by the next words spoken by the man, a deep, rumbling chuckle accompanying them.
"Now now, you know he is no vampire. Those don't exist, darling." You relax slightly in relief at that.
"And just because he has fangs wouldn't make him one anyway. The rest of his teeth are rather pointy too." This causes you to stiffen right back up. Blinking needlessly you'd run your tongue over the top row of teeth in your mouth, feeling their sharp points pierce the skin of your tongue even though you had hardly used any pressure at all. Soon enough strangely sour blood floods your mouth and your face scrunches up, this taste somehow making you a bit nauseous. Yep definitely not a vampire. You'd quickly turn your head to the side, spitting the liquid out of your mouth quickly. 'Xzele' would squeal at this, finding something apparently very squeal-worthy.
"Deannze! His blood, his blood!" Her voice had risen a few pitches in her apparent excitement. You'd shiver slightly, suddenly feeling very cold as the male, Deannze, spoke.
"Yes, Xzele, it's purple. I suppose the experiment wasn't a complete failure, then?" You'd inhale sharply, surprised. You'd spit another mouthful of your blood in the same direction you had the last time, but something catches your attention this time - slowly, without you noticing, you'd begun to see things. Well, not things per se, but colors. Your blood, for example, was a brilliant violet splotch against the blackness that you guessed was the floor besides the table you were strapped to. You'd gasp, other little bit of color beginning to appear. Bright blue ovals - the shoes of Xzele or Deanne, maybe? - leading up to a bright cylinder of white, almost blindingly bright. You'd guess that to be the owner of the blue ovals' trench-coat-like lab coat. The whiteness was so brilliant that you almost began to get a headache just from looking at it, and so your eyes would move further upwards, noticing a barely-there peach colored sphere topped with fire red strands of color that ended about halfway down the peach color. As you became aware of the colors beginning to swirl about your previously black canvas that was the room you were in, your head began to ache, a steady pulsating pain at your forehead that spread all the way through your brain, making you tremble in agony. You were panting now, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you frantically looked about, the colors whirling together due to the quick flickering of your gaze, making you feel sick to your stomach.
The table you were laying on, practically sparkling silver with little flecks of purple from the blood that was still steadily leaking out of the corners of your mouth.
Your body, charcoal gray and bare.
The walls, almost as brilliantly white as the coat Xzele was wearing.
Deannze's hair, black as tar against the whiteness of the room, his skin nearly as dark as it, his coat just as white, if not somewhat whiter, then Xzele's, his shoes as black as his hair.
The various machines and such around the room, green, black, white, silver, blue, pulsating red.
The door off to your left, shining gold.
It was too much. Too much for your brain to handle at the current moment. You were nearly hyperventilating, struggling against your restraints even harder then you were before, screams tearing fro your throat in terrified agony. Vaguely, in the back of your pain-filled mind, you noticed that Xzele and Deannze were conversing quickly. Suddenly Xzele pulled a bluish cylinder out of her coat pocket and for some strange reason, you knew whatever was in that would do more harm then good. So you struggled more, the leather straps holding you down beginning to tear as Xzele approached.
Just as the thin end of the bluish thing approached your bear upper-arm you broke free, hurriedly swatting the thing away from the girl before she could inject whatever that was into you. Your other arm was torn free with the aid of sharp, golden claws that you hadn't realized you had. Xzele was screaming now, her voice causing your already terrible headache to grow, the throbbing drowning out any rational thought you might of had in this situation. Out of the corner of your blurry eyes you could see the monochromatic form of Deannze approaching you slowly, trying to use Xzele's screeching as a distraction, a similar cylinder of bluish liquid held in his hands. You'd snarl, the sound making your ears ring even though it had come from you, and you'd slice your legs free, swinging them over the side of the table and throwing yourself in Xzele's direction, sharp teeth finding her throat without the aid of sight. You just wanted her to shut the hell up, her high voice not helping your head at all, and once your teeth had sunk into her throat it did stop. Her blood was red as rubies, redder then her hair and more bitter then anything you've ever tasted. You'd hiss in disgust, rearing back and allowing her body to fall to the floor, making sure not to stare at the swirling colors of it for too long.
You'd whirl around just in time to slap the dangerous liquid-holding thing from his hands, shoving him forcefully back in the direction of the table you had been lying on, your clawed fingers digging into his eyes, causing more ruby blood to spill. All the colors were making you dizzy and you'd stumble towards the door, panting softly and curling your arms over your torso to hopefully calm your trembling body slightly. You'd force the door open, eyes wide as you looked down the hall in both directions. It would seem that this place was not as well kept as the room you had been in was, the building a harsh, crumbling green-ish yellow, with bits of darker pieces of what you assumed to be the crumbling walls strewn about the black floor. Being as quiet as you could, oblivious to the screams of Deannze in the room you had come from, you'd make your way down the hall towards what seemed to be a pair of rust-colored doors surrounded by large pains of muted color that you assumed to be windows. You'd walk quicker towards them, hearing the screams of pain from the man in the other room begin to turn into angry snarls, and shove the doors open as soon as you get within reach of them.
You'd immediately regret this decision, millions of different shades of green melding into almost a solid mass on three of the sides around you.You'd look upwards for only a second before, with a quick cry of pain, you'd direct your eyes to the brownness below you, the most neutral color you have seen yet. The sky was a powder blue littered with wispy gray-white splotches, the sun directly above you and shining such a vivid shade of yellow it literally pained you to look at it.
Whimpering, knowing that if you stayed in this place the main would be coming for you, you'd hurry off towards the wall of green to your right, keeping your arms spread out in front of you, slightly farther apart then normal so that you wouldn't bump into anything.
And as you walk, you wonder - what are you going to do now? You were grey skinned, golden-clawed, shark-teeth'd, purple-blooded monstrosity. You're not even sure if that's all that has changed about you. You cannot see in the normal sense, your vision consists of horrendously bright splotched of color so bright it hurts your eyes to look at most things. You are apparently nude, which doesn't help anything at all, and you have no idea where you are. And so you wonder and ponder over what you were going to do as you walked, slowly allowing your eyes to adjust to the brilliant shades of green that surrounded you.
Your name is Anima, and you have no idea what you are, or what to do, or where to go. You have very little memory of who you were before this.
You are also pretty sure your life just became a lot more... Interesting.
(Yey for random story thing I decided to write because why not? Its probably really weirdly written but oh well.)
"He's awake. The experiment seems to have failed, though. He can't see." This voice was soft and sweet, obviously belonging to a female, and held a slightly disappointed tone with just a hint of poorly hidden amusement. She was amused, finding that you were now blind? Was she the one to do this to you? Your stiff body became even more rigid at this thought, your lips curling back in a soundless snarl.
"It seems you have irritated the beast, Xzele. It's baring those ugly fangs at you." This voice was owned by a man, quiet and deep, his words laced with unrestrained disdain probably pointed towards 'it'. You are not an it - you are a person! At least, you are pretty sure you are. Either way you jerk your head in the direction of the voice, this time a snarl actually leaving you, quick and angry, your anger boiling over. Had you always been this easy to rile up? You can't seem to remember.
You'd attempt to sit up only to be forced to only just barely lift your torso off the surface you are laying on - probably a table, you think. And so you'd begin to pull at the restraints on your arms, your muscles screaming at you after only a few moments of attempting this.
"Now now, Anima, we cant have you breaking free. Now lay back down and sleep like a good little vampire, wont you?" The girl hissed at you, her words making you pause in shock. Vampire? You are a vampire of all things? That was impossible, though - vampires didn't even exist! This thought was solidified by the next words spoken by the man, a deep, rumbling chuckle accompanying them.
"Now now, you know he is no vampire. Those don't exist, darling." You relax slightly in relief at that.
"And just because he has fangs wouldn't make him one anyway. The rest of his teeth are rather pointy too." This causes you to stiffen right back up. Blinking needlessly you'd run your tongue over the top row of teeth in your mouth, feeling their sharp points pierce the skin of your tongue even though you had hardly used any pressure at all. Soon enough strangely sour blood floods your mouth and your face scrunches up, this taste somehow making you a bit nauseous. Yep definitely not a vampire. You'd quickly turn your head to the side, spitting the liquid out of your mouth quickly. 'Xzele' would squeal at this, finding something apparently very squeal-worthy.
"Deannze! His blood, his blood!" Her voice had risen a few pitches in her apparent excitement. You'd shiver slightly, suddenly feeling very cold as the male, Deannze, spoke.
"Yes, Xzele, it's purple. I suppose the experiment wasn't a complete failure, then?" You'd inhale sharply, surprised. You'd spit another mouthful of your blood in the same direction you had the last time, but something catches your attention this time - slowly, without you noticing, you'd begun to see things. Well, not things per se, but colors. Your blood, for example, was a brilliant violet splotch against the blackness that you guessed was the floor besides the table you were strapped to. You'd gasp, other little bit of color beginning to appear. Bright blue ovals - the shoes of Xzele or Deanne, maybe? - leading up to a bright cylinder of white, almost blindingly bright. You'd guess that to be the owner of the blue ovals' trench-coat-like lab coat. The whiteness was so brilliant that you almost began to get a headache just from looking at it, and so your eyes would move further upwards, noticing a barely-there peach colored sphere topped with fire red strands of color that ended about halfway down the peach color. As you became aware of the colors beginning to swirl about your previously black canvas that was the room you were in, your head began to ache, a steady pulsating pain at your forehead that spread all the way through your brain, making you tremble in agony. You were panting now, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you frantically looked about, the colors whirling together due to the quick flickering of your gaze, making you feel sick to your stomach.
The table you were laying on, practically sparkling silver with little flecks of purple from the blood that was still steadily leaking out of the corners of your mouth.
Your body, charcoal gray and bare.
The walls, almost as brilliantly white as the coat Xzele was wearing.
Deannze's hair, black as tar against the whiteness of the room, his skin nearly as dark as it, his coat just as white, if not somewhat whiter, then Xzele's, his shoes as black as his hair.
The various machines and such around the room, green, black, white, silver, blue, pulsating red.
The door off to your left, shining gold.
It was too much. Too much for your brain to handle at the current moment. You were nearly hyperventilating, struggling against your restraints even harder then you were before, screams tearing fro your throat in terrified agony. Vaguely, in the back of your pain-filled mind, you noticed that Xzele and Deannze were conversing quickly. Suddenly Xzele pulled a bluish cylinder out of her coat pocket and for some strange reason, you knew whatever was in that would do more harm then good. So you struggled more, the leather straps holding you down beginning to tear as Xzele approached.
Just as the thin end of the bluish thing approached your bear upper-arm you broke free, hurriedly swatting the thing away from the girl before she could inject whatever that was into you. Your other arm was torn free with the aid of sharp, golden claws that you hadn't realized you had. Xzele was screaming now, her voice causing your already terrible headache to grow, the throbbing drowning out any rational thought you might of had in this situation. Out of the corner of your blurry eyes you could see the monochromatic form of Deannze approaching you slowly, trying to use Xzele's screeching as a distraction, a similar cylinder of bluish liquid held in his hands. You'd snarl, the sound making your ears ring even though it had come from you, and you'd slice your legs free, swinging them over the side of the table and throwing yourself in Xzele's direction, sharp teeth finding her throat without the aid of sight. You just wanted her to shut the hell up, her high voice not helping your head at all, and once your teeth had sunk into her throat it did stop. Her blood was red as rubies, redder then her hair and more bitter then anything you've ever tasted. You'd hiss in disgust, rearing back and allowing her body to fall to the floor, making sure not to stare at the swirling colors of it for too long.
You'd whirl around just in time to slap the dangerous liquid-holding thing from his hands, shoving him forcefully back in the direction of the table you had been lying on, your clawed fingers digging into his eyes, causing more ruby blood to spill. All the colors were making you dizzy and you'd stumble towards the door, panting softly and curling your arms over your torso to hopefully calm your trembling body slightly. You'd force the door open, eyes wide as you looked down the hall in both directions. It would seem that this place was not as well kept as the room you had been in was, the building a harsh, crumbling green-ish yellow, with bits of darker pieces of what you assumed to be the crumbling walls strewn about the black floor. Being as quiet as you could, oblivious to the screams of Deannze in the room you had come from, you'd make your way down the hall towards what seemed to be a pair of rust-colored doors surrounded by large pains of muted color that you assumed to be windows. You'd walk quicker towards them, hearing the screams of pain from the man in the other room begin to turn into angry snarls, and shove the doors open as soon as you get within reach of them.
You'd immediately regret this decision, millions of different shades of green melding into almost a solid mass on three of the sides around you.You'd look upwards for only a second before, with a quick cry of pain, you'd direct your eyes to the brownness below you, the most neutral color you have seen yet. The sky was a powder blue littered with wispy gray-white splotches, the sun directly above you and shining such a vivid shade of yellow it literally pained you to look at it.
Whimpering, knowing that if you stayed in this place the main would be coming for you, you'd hurry off towards the wall of green to your right, keeping your arms spread out in front of you, slightly farther apart then normal so that you wouldn't bump into anything.
And as you walk, you wonder - what are you going to do now? You were grey skinned, golden-clawed, shark-teeth'd, purple-blooded monstrosity. You're not even sure if that's all that has changed about you. You cannot see in the normal sense, your vision consists of horrendously bright splotched of color so bright it hurts your eyes to look at most things. You are apparently nude, which doesn't help anything at all, and you have no idea where you are. And so you wonder and ponder over what you were going to do as you walked, slowly allowing your eyes to adjust to the brilliant shades of green that surrounded you.
Your name is Anima, and you have no idea what you are, or what to do, or where to go. You have very little memory of who you were before this.
You are also pretty sure your life just became a lot more... Interesting.
(Yey for random story thing I decided to write because why not? Its probably really weirdly written but oh well.)
