Poisonous Future

I Can't Stop Making Memories

Light's push past my closed off eyes, making me squint instinctively. I sigh through chapped lips and a dry esophagus.

"-awake!" A voice says as loud as a whisper, but the tone tells me they're yelling.

"We need to get him to the hospital," Another voice echoes into one ear and out the other. The pain was in the background, now it is in full force, pulling a croak from me. The voices become louder, while the touches process in my brain. The pain is in my gut, and my hand, and my leg. Why am I guessing around? Everything hurts. A hand is behind my back, another is under my legs. My butt leaves the ground. Shortly after I am thrown onto a surface, and moved into some kind of vehicle. My eye's are pried open and a painful light goes into my pupil, then my other eye. A sharp dull pain hits my arm and I am falling into a blank dream.

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"Open your eyes," They open.

I see a white ceiling, and from the corner of my view I see a white wall behind people dressed in yellow suits that cover their entire body. None of their skin is visible, there must be a reason why they would wear something funky like that. Halloween? A prank show? Do I have a contagious disease? That is all I could think of before my body was taken over by pain. I try to go into the fetal position, but I am held back. I try to move my legs and my arms while growling at the ample pain that visits me. A yellow suit scoffs.

"Are you stupid enough to think that you can break the restraints?" The yellow suit closest, which is a foot away from me, states smugly, "They are made from titanium. Strong enough to hold back even you,"

The other people around me talk to each other, and they turn their faces towards me, almost like a mouse watching a hungry cat that doesn't know they are there. An alarm beeps and all the people sprint to the only door in the room. When the last one exits the giant metal door begins to close, slowly. I still feel like I am being watched. Before I could let my mind wander, my restraints unclasp with the metal grinding against metal sound. I sit up, remembering the pain, and wait for it. It never comes. I never noticed it left. I swing my legs off the table, and step onto the ground.

"What is your name?" It comes from all around me.

I think of a name. I don't have one. At least I don't think I do.

"What is your name?" They repeat again.

I give them a random name, "Lucian,"

"Last name?"

"I don't know what my last name is,"

They sigh, "That is not a last name,"

"I won't be able to give you one because I don't have one,"

"Whatever. Do you know what happened before you fell asleep?"

"Yes-"

"Then tell us," An eager voice ends my sentence for me.

"I was in a lot of pain. There was light, flashing red and blue. Then my eyes were forced open and a light went in my eyes," I finish, sweating from my brow. I wipe it off with my numb hand.

"That's all you remember! Nothing else? You didn't see buildings or people? What exactly-no. How exactly did you-"

"He does not need to know. That time period was gruesome. If he doesn't remember, don't remind him. We do not need another," I feel like he points to something, and it makes my skin crawl.

"I will continue asking- what are you doing? Stop!" A gargled scream comes from the room, then silence. A shrill croaky shriek fills my ears. The already dim lights go out with a pop and a spark from the force of the noise. I wait for what feels like hours, but it is actually seconds, for some movement or sound. The metal door startles me as gas pressured hiss, and started revealing my future. First the smell of death and feces hit me, making me gag. Then loud panting escaped from the other side of the door. I can see legs, all wearing brown torn pants, shuffling and twitching. I'm stuck to the spot. Weapons are pointed at me, ranging in danger from a machete to a AS50 Sniper Rifle. The door creaks to a stop, and I am stuck having uncomfortable stare down with this ridiculously armed force.

"Welcome to 2075 old man," A person with greying hair says, breaking the stare down with me by looking at the room I have been kept in. The stranger gives a gesture to the people behind her. Two big men come out of the crowd of what must be near a hundred. Both of them have the same nose, eyes and posture. What sets them apart is the expression. The one on the left has a look of excitement. Mr. Righty has a rape face, and I tell him that.

"This guy- the one on the right. He looks rapey. Could you maybe not let him come near me?" At the comment I hear a chorus of chuckles from the small army, and a not very friendly look from the rapey twin.

One twin grabs my arm, the other grabs my other arm.

"Where exactly are you taking me?"

"To a safe place," The woman tells me.

I see the butt of a gun coming toward my face. I feel pain for less than a second. My friend called darkness finds me, pulling me under the waves of reality.