Psychosomatic Struggle

W-who ar-are you?

   Your body lays there, peaceful unlike the world outside as it awakens from the black out, alone and still. You watch as people in scrubs and lab coats rush in and out, checking on your physical form as others check the equipment attached to you. All phasing through your body, their bodies untangled yours, tendrils grappling each other and connecting once more until another body interrupts the process, restarting the work to combine as one. It was unnerving, your gentle blue body was now home. . . your eyes squinted, for now you determined.

   You tried looking for information during the check ins, hoping something might relate to you, a name or even documents of your predicament, but the room was empty, personal belongings hidden. What you could make out was in passing, about the blackout, a suppose earthquake, and check on the patients. The only thing you could find that seemed important was Cyrus Borg. A name written on every electronically device connected to your fragile body.

   You glared at the words. Cyrus Borg. A very . . . interesting name for a industry. A name that seems to hold something more than a title on equipment. It's a start, a long shot really, but nothing else is available in this room. You would rather try than be a damsel in distress especially since you are invisible. You huffed as you step closer to the door, the room growing silent as the nurses and doctors deem your body healthy, or so in this state. Thank goodness too, you don't think you would ever get used to the cold air as it disturbs your ghastly form.

   Exhaling a large sigh you reached for the handle only to phase through. Great, you can phase through anything yet you're still physically standing on the floor. How on earth does that make sense? Maybe you should stick your head through the flo- no. No no, let's not do that right now. You will try that out when you don't feel so lost, future projects of me you thought slightly, exhaling a laugh as you phase through the door and out to the hallway. Thankfully it seems everyone is occupied, hallway clear of people, so you set off following the exit signs as you make your way to a set of stairs.

    You seemed to be on the highest floor, unsure where the elevator even was much less if you could operate it, you let out a sigh as you make your way down. Sighing and huffing seems to a good outlet, so far your favorite, as you walk down. Your thoughts start to rise as you take a step, Cyrus Borg, the Hospital, what should you do if Cyrus is a dead end? You can't even touch, or move anything? Your brows furrow and you begin to rub your arms in deep concentration. Maybe there is a temple or even some spiritual monk that could help, you shake your head, thoughts seeming to understand as they silence.

   Refocusing your gaze, the lobby door stands in front of you untouched, with no hesitation you walk through only to falter as you were  bombarded by sounds constantly buzzing never dulling, people moving together but divided, and the clouds fading away outside holds your attention. Your eyes widen, your body stuck in place, the clouds would be stupid to stay. The city was in ruins, cars piling in mounds, rubble and debris scattering the roads, and people shouting in the air.

   A staticky voice sticks out through your focused gaze, quickly looking around you settle your eyes on a TV, a woman solemnly covers her story, "The Ninja once again saved the city, with the battle covering Cyrus Borg Industries in ice, but not without great los-" Her voice fizzles out as you concentrate outside again. That was easy, you now have another clue, just find the building covered in ice and hopefully Cyrus is there. If not, those ninja could be useful if they saved the city.

   With a small smile, you stride over to the doors and out to the city. Your skin shivers as it mourns the loss of feeling the air, you rub your arms as you beginning looking for any signs of the frozen building. The area you seem to be located in seems to be covered in debris and buildings reaching for the sky. You gasp, there among the rest was a tower covered in white. One bigger than the rest, straight in the middle of the city. You smirk to yourself, your steps feel lightened as you make your way to the giant tower.