PHOENIX. [sequel to 067]

01. rebirth.

you killed yourself, you remember it clearly. or, well, you had been forced to remember it. he wouldn't let you forget about that little mistake of yours.

your eyes shut open as a loud croaky gasp shot itself out for your lungs. breathing quickly, your eyes darted around the room. the experimentation room. a blindly light had been shining itself directly into your eyes as you tried to adjust them to your surroundings. to no avail.

it's as if your eyes refused to look anywhere beyond the light shinning into them. maybe your head was being held still? you are feeling some sort of .. pressure on your temples. though, if that's due to the pain in your body, the possibility of being contained or your sudden revival, is another story.

   "you truly didn't think you'd get to just die, now did you, my sweet boy?" a ... familiar voice croaked out from your right side. you've heard this voice somewhere, you know it. the pitch and tone .. and sweet boy seemed all too familiar.

yet, you couldn't remember. your brain forbid it. perhaps seeing the owner of the voice would help you to remember, but your head refused to move.

could you move your body, even?

every limb you have felt heavy and stiff, like a lifeless corpse's had been sewn onto your body. maybe it had been, you'd never know, at least not yet.

  "067?" the strange voice spoke again. 067, where have you heard that before?

  "y/n. enough games, answer me. i'm growing rather impatient with you."

the owner of the voice began to raise it at you. yet, you couldn't speak. your body wouldn't even allow you to open up your mouth. it's as if your body betrayed you.

  "give it a rest, dottore," another familiar voice spoke. though, the owner of this one sounded much deeper and more stern than this "dottore", "he's dead."

  "no, he's not, pierro. the monitors show sign of brain activity. you're being dense."

  "machines lie."

  "and you're insufferable."

  "you'll live."

the sound of footsteps drew closer towards you. they sounds didn't last long, but, the steps were definitely harsh. the owner had to be annoyed with how they stomped around.

a figure leaned over your face .... and he looked familiar, in a sense. his eyes are a deep, yet bright, shade of crimson and his skin had a pale complexion. though, long strands of blue hair fell beside his face as his eyes stared into yours.

you made a small attempt to avert your eyes, as to not look at that man. you have no clue way, but your brain is practically screaming at you to be on card.

  "aha!" the man chimed out, after seeing your eyes move, "he's alive."

  "he's alive? you've actually done it?" the other man spoke. heavy footsteps drew closer towards you.

  "precisely. look at his eyes."

the other man, who looked much older, peered over you alongside the red eyed man. scars covered his face and he's much more tan; though, his skin looked as if it could use some lotion.

your eyes shot between the two as you tried to take in their appearances, trying desperately to remember.

  "... you actually did it," the older one spoke.

  "i told you i could. you doubt my capabilities far too often, pierro."

  "well, when your subjects attempt to kill themselves, one may doubt the scientist."

  "the doctor. hey, 067, y/n," the red eyed man shifted his attention onto you.

so many thoughts are pacing through your head as of now. the two seem so familiar, yet so different, so
.. close yet so far. and the room you're in, which is the only thing you could remember, is unsettling.

dried blood rested on the ceiling and stared at you. it's as if the blood was supposed to be a reminder of the activities that took place in the room.

why could you remember this room? out of all things? there's multiple possibilities, all of which your brain tried to run in circles trying to understand. trying to grasp ay them.

  "try to move your fingers for me, will you?" he asked you.

you've been trying for the past few minutes, while they had been talking. yet, you couldn't tell if they were. all you knew was this .. thing you're on, is freezing. and so are the straps along your upper arms.

  "speak? hum? make any noise? anything?"

his voice sounded so desperate. as if he needed you to do these tasks. you were trying! your body..

is just betraying you.

  "dottore," the older man spoke. his voice sounding harsh, "you seem to have only slightly succeeded. care to explain?"

  "it's the limbs, it has to be. maybe his-"

  "you failed."

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i had a long day, so i could only really make this short yet ! i hope it lives up to your expectations for a starter chapter. <3
the adventures of 067 & dottore continue. c: