Mirror Worlds

Why

Chapter 10

Why

~Chroma~

Air jerked in my lungs with a sudden start, and the holes in my vision slowly dissipated. As I started to see my surroundings, I noticed I was in a jail cell. The floor was a cold cement, and the walls were just as frigid. I was propped against the back wall, facing the bars of the cell. The only light was from the hallway outside the cell. The cell itself was gloomy without any source of light.

My left arm dangled uselessly at my side. My upper arm was fine, but it was still unable to do anything helpful. My left foot was still missing, a depressing spark or two would jump up every once in a while, lightly illuminating the cell for a second. Head hurting, I got on all fours and crawled, limping slightly with my arm. The useless arm scraped across the ground making a painful screeching noise. I reached the bars of my cell to look out, only to see nothing. Everything was desolate. There was no sign of life of any kind.

I spoke to soon, however, and in a split second, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Lazily I pulled out a dart injector with remaining drops of a honey colored liquid still inside. My vision began to blur, but not completely before the silhouette came into view. My mind whirred uncontrollably, trying to make sense of what was going on. The figure looked all too much to me like Chronos. They had those glaring glasses on. I couldn't make out any eyes, and it's what I hated the most, that inhuman glasses glare that scared the life out of me.

I felt a wave of hatred rush over me, thinking of Chronos, when the figure revealed itself in the light of the hallway. A little gasp escaped my mouth. My body trembled uncontrollably as I tried to understand why this was what it was. It was someone who looked unbelievably like Aim. Everything reminded me of him except for the glasses. That facial structure, that hair, all those features were so familiar, but the feel of them was not the same. They were cold, as if the glasses he wore covered up who he really was.

I fought desperately against the sleepy feel that was brought on by that liquid, but eventually, I gave in, just as the figure was so close I could spit on their shoes. My eyelids had shut once more.

I don't remember what happened or how much time passed, but I woke up once again. This time, I found myself staring up into a bright light, my eyes burning. I couldn't move any of limbs this time, for I was strapped down to a metal table, completely restrained. I wanted out. It was too much like before.

Struggling, I fought hard against the metal restraints, crying our for someone who was no longer alive. "Let me go." The tears streamed down my face, threatening to drop. "No more. Please. No more." I have no good memories of being strapped down to a metal table.

"Relax your mind. It's for the best." The voice said from out of my view.

"No. No. Let me go. Let mE GO!" The restraints screamed in pain as I ripped my right arm from the table. Gripping the restraint around on my neck, I grasped it with so much pressure that it broke in two, freeing my neck. I sat up a little and ripped my left arm from the table. I went to pull out my feet when I saw him sitting at my feet, holding onto my left ankle. He seemed to have been repairing my foot.

"My goodness, you are a handful. If you truly wanted the restraints off that badly, you should have just asked, and we could have been civilized. Instead you go and break the table restraints and prepare to rampage. Way to go. You have officially hit an all time low of murdering table restraints." He finished repairing my foot with that last sentence. I didn't like it, the way he talked. It was an unholy combination of the way Aim and Chronos talked.

"Why was I restrained in the first place then if you are so willing to let me go free?" I accused, angrily. I wasn't going to let him off the hook, even if he did repair my left arm and foot.