Unstoppable: Revitalized

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"What- How did this happen?"

'Me? That is a long story, spanning millennia. Once the situation is more stable and safe, we will discuss this. Currently? We need to focus on adapting your body to comfortably suit mine.'

"What- I don't understand-"

'I have laid dormant. Inside of your body. I was inserted into you at a very young age, Adam. I haven't woken up since. I can feel your cells, your very deoxyribonucleic acid tearing apart to try and allow me space. I need to address this. It will allow us both to live.'

"To live? But I can't die."

'Not by conventional means, you cannot. However, consider my existence in you has allowed for this to happen. My structural deoxyribonucleic acid had been altered, only slightly. It's why you were chosen. Our structural recognition was incredibly similar. But, to prevent complete cellular breakdown, I must approach you to fix it. Please, hold still. I'm unsure of how painful this will be.'

"Wait-" Was all I managed to get out, before it was in front of me, a claw extended as it buried itself into my vision, causing me to scream before being instantly cut off, my body disappearing and my ears ringing into deftness and then utter silence. Time stopped, my world crumbled even harder as I reflected on it's words, my immortality practically disintegrating in front of me.

'I have no idea how painful this will be.' It fucking hurt.

Instead of a bright light beckoning me back into the world, I found myself blinking into reality, my eyelids opening the world back. I could see, hear, smell, and feel, but I couldn't talk or move. I was simply a passenger: A stowaway in my own mind, as I looked around, it slowly dawning on me where I'd ended up:

"Adam?"

"Yes, dad?"

"This is it, kiddo. Your first vaccination." My dad said to me, keeping half of his attention on me, and the other half on the door that classed as the entrance to this place. He couldn't take his eyes off it. It wasn't the weirdest part though: The entire place was empty besides us two, and a receptionist that occasionally strolled in and out. I kept my eyes on his face, noticing a light bead of sweat roll down his neck into his shirt collar.

"Dad, why can't I get injections with the other kids at school?" I asked him. For the first time, he fully faced me, gently patting my shoulder and attempting to smile, though it was a poor one.

"Listen, Adam, you-" My father began, but was cut off as his eyes raised and froze, body following soon after. I looked at what he did, and caught a section of white coat flying around the corner as I frowned, confused.

"You need special injections. Your a special kid, after all. Our little miracle." He laughed, ruffling a hand through my hair as I swatted it back, giggling.

It was one of the only time's I saw my dad smile, whenever he messed with me.

"Hey! Quit it!" I stood up, taking a step back. My Dad's smile evaporated as he pulled me back to the seat, keeping me in place. I raised my eyebrows at him, but got nothing more. The seconds ticked by like hours.

"It's kindness Adam. You get something special, something most kids could only dream of." He finalised as the receptionist emerged, a beaming smile as she called my name. I stood up, looking back at my father, but he remained seated, fingers crossed into his palms as he ushered me. I could see now the fear hidden behind his eyes. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to tear me from their grasp and run me out, but he didn't. He put his head down-

And submitted. Like a good dog.

The room they brought me into was laid out exactly like a typical doctors room, but the main focus was in the middle: A hospital bed, already equipped with an IV, and a table beside it, two syringes laying atop it. 

"Take a seat, Adam. I'm just going to strap you in. Medical procedure." The receptionist's voice was remarkably calm as I had my arms and legs fastened to the bed, spread eagle. I tested the restraints: Leather, with a simple clamp feature, had me fixed in place rigidly. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. The anxiety was starting to climb as I fixated on the syringes, the movement of the fluid in them and the colours splicing together utterly mesmerising. Within seconds, I was the only one left in there, my mind wondering to what we'd do after this.

Dad said he'd take me to get ice cream. Do I get vanilla, or chocolate? The ice cream guy puts on more vanilla, but chocolate tastes so much- 

The door opened silently, my head snapping to whoever entered, and found a man. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and was completely covered in medical gear, mask covering his features. He didn't say a word as he picked up one, flicking the top a few times before sticking it into my arm, pushing all the way down as he did so. I flinched, before one of his hands forced mine down, panic really setting into me. The pain followed soon after: It felt as if my body was being engulfed in flames, the searing pain stretching all over my body as I trashed and screamed and begged for my dad to come save me. The man had no reaction visible as the second needle went into my arm, the pain immediately leaving my body before coming back stronger, the boiling heat changing to ice cold. Tears filled my eyes as I continued to try and break through, but nothing could stop it. I started to scream at the man hurting me, wishing death on him, telling him what I'd do once I got out of here, until the moment suddenly faded into black, the brief flash highlighting the tears in my eyes.

I hate that memory.