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It hurts...It hurts.It hurts it, it hurts It hurts...It hurts.It hurts it, it hurts
It hurts...It hurts.It hurts it, it hurts..... IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS. IT HURTS
Blais's screams echo endlessly through my head but I feel no pain, only power. My body is MINE. I feel the invisible chains that have restricted me inside of Blais's mind being removed. He is not in control anymore, I hold the wheel.
With ease I lift myself up from the darkness and rise to the light; I can see the scene playing out in front of me. Blais lays with his back on the floor convulsing, and gasping for air. He lifts his bloody hand up to his face only to regret it when blood hits his tongue. He lets out a gag before turning to the side and throwing up.
My spirit floats without a body around the room. Not able to move an object, just able to witness everything.
( warning this next chapter is graphic. Some may need to skip. Summary of what happened at the end of that chapter :)
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The Good the Bad the Ugly
Ficção CientíficaBlais has known no future, only the sterile walls of a human experimentation facility where he's been trapped for eleven years. Escape feels impossible, and now, a voice in his mind, a force threatening to overtake his body is twisting him into some...
