B.L.A.C.K.W.A.V.E

Chapter 2 _Orientation Of The S.A.C.D_

The man finds himself in the present once again, as he stands in front of his bathroom sink with the hot water running and the steam drifting within the air, his hands soaking in the hot scalding water as they turned red through its Thermoregulation, cupping the water in his hands, and beginning to splash it onto his face repeating the cycle until he the burning sensation faded into numbness only leaving a lingering tingling buzz behind. He turns off the running water by the rusty handle of the sink, letting the sound of its creaking fill the white noise within the minimalistic style room, he still stood there for a few seconds more letting the water droplets drip from his face into the empty sink making loud subtle sounds of them hitting the porcelain sink. Eventually he looks up at the single small, fogged mirror before him and goes to wipe it clear with one hand, revealing his face to himself as he takes in his appearance. There stood before him was a man who looked in his early thirties, the ageing of his lean face showing slight signs of aging but he who have guessed it was more so the stress and sleepless nights as he sports a five-o'clock shadow and the black bags that faded underneath his hazel spring eyes, his dark brown hair pushed back and tousled to the side lazily, and his face sporting a few scars here and there from past missions and assignments that he wish he would never remember. He had to admit that he hadn't really aged that much since being here at the S.A.C.D and he didn't know whether or not he should consider that to be a good thing or not, not that he had time to think about things like that in the first place. He leans forward towards to mirror and touch his face lightly eventually stopping at one particular scar that resided through his right brow making a seamless gap from there. He beginnings to recall the training that he went through when awaken in B.L.A.C.K.W.A.V.E.

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BD-Log #002

subject: " orientation"

After I had awoken along with the others we where all huddle and leaded to a clear white huge empty room like lambs, unknowing of our own demise and against our won volition. Our eyes wide open of innocence and confused as if we were just born. I stood amongst the mass of others like me, My mind still hazy yet my sight was clear as I looked around trying to figured out where I was and try to make sense of things, just where was I? who were those faceless? So many questions squirm within my mind like maggots digging and borrowing into my throbbing flesh. I had no idea what was going on and what was gonna happen to us, this feeling of dread slowing growing within my chest like a seed ready to sprout, I could only stand there and wait as those minutes passed into hours as the tension amongst us grew more heavy. But through this intense atmosphere I had met a friend who had broke the long pregnant silence.......

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"Hey... um.."

The man turned towards his head to meet young looking man his dark brown eyes holding the familiar hazy of confusion and fear within them as he stared at him, looking for comfort maybe? answers? It could be either way the man knew that he could not provide neither of those things to him. The young man calls to his attention once again as he figured that the man had not heard him.

"Hello?.."

The man fully turns his body towards him, curious to see what he wanted more so what he wanted to say, maybe he could help figure out what happening or what's going on.

"yeah?..."

already the man felt this conversation was going to be awkward, just as he winced by his own reply and sound of his hoarse voice came to his ears, as if he hadn't used it for very long time with lack of water in tow. But to his relief the young man didn't mind it one bit and continued on the conversation.

"Do you know what happening? I....I don't.... I mean am not sure where we are.... more importantly who I am.... are you the same as the others?"

the man nodded his head with a hum.