Anomaly

Chapter 1: Arrival

The first thing I noticed as I came to was pain, a sharp pull and push in every direction simultaneously. My eyes were closed, yet images of blood-stained tile and grass were clear in my mind.

"Stop!" I heard someone yell.  A feminine voice warped and distorted.

I heard it before I felt it, a gunshot through the abdomen. I fell forward through the open gateway.

Was that how I had gotten here? No. More visions playing in sickly sequence, each chain of events playing out different versions. Only all but one ended the same, me on the ground clutching a bullet hole, a bite mark, or some other lethal wound. As soon as each one finished it seemed to fade only to be replaced by the next.

Suddenly the visions came to a screeching halt and I found myself falling to the ground. I managed to catch myself just barely, but the man falling beside me had no such luck.

"Who the hell are you," the man said, as he pulled himself up from the dirt.

He looked at me with an unjustified fury. He wore a white button-up shirt, with the top button popped and the sleeves rolled up. The shirt was now stained green with the grass from his tumble. His brown chin-length hair was somewhat disheveled and his sea-green eyes seemed to boil.

Before I even thought to answer, I put my hand on the gunshot wound in my abdomen. Only I was met with a heavy clang. Where my hand should have touched a bloody hole, instead it met with an almost metallic substance. I looked down in surprise only to see that both my hand and my abdomen were coated in a hard black plating with minor pieces of exposed machinery. I was not surprised to see it, but I was surprised at my lack of adverse reaction. I didn't remember being a cyborg, but then again as I tried to recall having ever been anything else, I found no such luck.

"Are you deaf?" The man called

"No, " I replied, " I am just trying to process where I am right now."

It was the middle of the day, and vibrant green grass stretched in every direction for at least a mile before fading into tree lines. To my left and right were two large metal pylons with a number of electrical and mechanical components protruding from them in my direction. The most strange thing however was the nearly horse-sized gray-scaled dragon and his equally large brown-scaled partner. I couldn't help but stare.

"The letter said we were only expecting one visitor," the brown one said, "not two uh no offense, but what exactly are you?"

"Human," the man beside me answered, " and there was only supposed to be one of us."

The dragons seemed surprised, "wait you mean to tell us that, you two are humans? You look nothing like them."

"So there are others here then?" The other human asked.

"There used to be," the brown drake said.
"if you believe our creation Mythos that is." The gray one commented.

" Well, you have to admit them being here is good evidence of that." The brown-scaled dragon commented.

"You said yourself they look nothing like them, they may have just taken the name or something." The gray one protested.

At last, the annoyed human beside me spoke again.

"I don't know anything about your myths or your history, what I do know is that we're human, and he shouldn't be here."
The man of course pointed in my direction.

All gazes shifted to me, expectantly.
"Care to explain who you are and how you got here?" The man demanded.

Now was my turn to speak, but I had little to say.