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This is a Fanfic of a story here on WattPad. This world and most of its creatures aren't my creation. Cross and his story of survival are all mine, that is all. See K.D. Lohr for the original stories, "Mutant 74" and it's sequel.Also, I am writing this on my phone, so there may be a few mistakes here or there. Feel free to point those out, and I'll try to fix them all.
Finally, I do not have Wi-Fi, and my data plan sucks. Don't worry if I disappear for a few days. I'm still writing. Just can't post it.
I hope you enjoy my writing.
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Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...
He didn't know how long he'd been listening to the sound of water falling to the ground. He'd come to what felt like hours ago, only to stare constantly into the all consuming void of the eternal black. A supreme darkness so complete, he though his soul had detached from his body and been cast into permanent Limbo.
Then the dripping started.
He'd thought he'd imagined it at first, a simple sound of a small drop of water pulling off an object and free falling to the ground, making a tiny splash onto the floor. However, it couldn't have happened, because that would indicate that something aside from the omnipresent darkness existed. Which couldn't be the case... Could it?
It was confirmed when the drop was joined by its companion a moment later, and with the acknowledgement of other things existing other than the void, he became aware of another sensation: Cold. He was so very cold.
Wait. Feeling would imply he had a body. Did he? He tried to look, but found that he was completely, unavoidably, stuck. So stuck, that he found he could not even open his eyes. That would explain the darkness he was trapped in.
With nothing more to do but wait, he did so, using the constant drips as a way to keep time, counting each as it splashed. They sounded odd though he couldn't place why he felt that. They almost sounded as if through layers of glass.
Pondering that a moment, he soon dismissed it as irrelevant and resumed counting them. 103 drips later, he found he could wiggle his fingers and toes. 536 drips, and he could flex his wrists ever so slightly.
1,729 Drips later, he opened his eyes.
It was strange, he thought, that opening his eyes removed him from a world so full of darkness and nothing, his only company being the sound of dripping water, only to find himself thrown into a world of blinding light.
He almost preferred the dark.
His eyes adjusted. He could see a bit better. It seemed he was stuck inside a giant ice cube. The sound of dripping was the ice slowly melting. He couldn't see much out of it -- the world seemed so blurry -- but he made out what appeared to be a room. Well that was rather obvious.
He turned his eyes towards himself, delightedly surprised that he could slightly wiggle his head. Why was that? Oh right! More movement meant he'd be out of the Ice soon. But what would he find when he left it? Hmm... Was it better to stay frozen?
No. No, he'd decided he'd had enough of this dreadful cold, he wanted to be warm.
His gaze fell on his left arm. Why his left arm? Some strange force emerging from the back of his head had unconsciously called him to look at it, and though he couldn't see it very well, he did note that it seemed rather pale. Except for one small bit, just on the inside of his arm. It was black, and seemed done purposely, though he couldn't see what it was, and he didn't know what it meant, nor understand why it meant something at all.
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Mutant 99 [Fanfic]
Science FictionHe awoke encased in ice with no idea how he got there, what happened, or even who he is. When he broke free, the world he found was destroyed and changed to a planet of Death. Mutant 99, known to himself as Cross, must strive to survive in this dan...