My head is killing me...
I shake my head, not knowing exactly what hit me. It didn't matter. It was painful no matter what or who it was. I don't exactly know how long I was out for. Still in this darkness that seems to consume my mind. Wait a second.
When did I get upside down?
The contraption I am laying upon is different this time. It's warm, not cold like that piece of slab I was on before. So much is going on in my mind that it's becoming hard for me to catch my bearings. I've yet to have a name for myself, my location, and the reason's why I am here. That girl....Talia was her name? What had happened to her was just as much a mystery. And now I am forced to deal with the fact that wherever I was before I was forced unconscious, I am not present there now. Unfortunately, my arms are bolted down now as well.
Since my eyes are still bandaged up, I rely on my other senses to help unmask my current mystery location. Creeks surround this room. I can hear drops of liquid fall all around me. The air is thinner, hotter. The smell is rancid. Death has visited here before. The fans are making a chopping noise.
Hmm, the turbines in these fans are not as stable as the ones from before...
It is plausible to make the assumption that I am definitely NOT in the same room as I was before. Although this room is a lot warmer then the previous, this particular room has deemed itself to me a bit unsafe.....
Footsteps
Someone is coming.......the footsteps get louder as they approach I assume the door. How do I know? The sound is not clear. It's dimmed; muffled. Something solid is between me and the individual that approaches. The door I assumed to be there opens. The door cranks open. This door is not as old as the one from the previous room. The footsteps are now clear. My mind starts to race...
8 Inch......Ortho-TacX tactical combat boot?
How did I do that? Somehow I was able to listen to the foot placement, and decipher the exact type of the shoe and it's material....interesting.....The more the individual walked, the more I was able to learn from them. I have been completely ignoring the fact that this person was walking around me in a circle.
Counter clockwise
"Kjn'De Qwrjara intradadi"
It is a male, but I'm not sure what dialect he is using. I speak, as I take it, English, in response---
"I Do not understand your dialect "
This time, a similar pain that I felt in my forehead strikes the right side of my face, on my jaw. Whatever it was that I said, the bone in my jaw paid the price for it. Fortunately, this time I wasn't knocked senseless. To my surprise, a world of color blesses my eyes. The bandages are removed! Although everything is very blurry. I can't make anything out, but anything is better then the darkness that I was being tormented in before.
A little time passes by. The striking pain in my lower jaw is lingering. My eyesight is clearing up. I am finally able to make out the room that I am in. The room is dark with a somewhat metallic feel. The walls are painted in dried blood, although I noticed there are puddles of fresh blood as well. Dismembered parts frequent the ground. Explains the smell.
I was right to assume it was not safe in here.
A torture chamber? But for what?
No one is in the room with me. A red light shimmers above the now visible platform I am firmly bolted to. Blades and saws erupt from every side of this contraption, and a small sense of fear enters my body. Grey smoke rest upon the ground inches below my head. The beads of sweat that were previously around my ankles are racing the blood in my feet down to my head. Now is NOT the time to get nervous. I'm actually wishing I could return to my world of darkness...
You always fear what you do not understand
Nothing has been answered. I know nothing. I understand nothing. The man from earlier enters the room again. Dark pants. I can't seem to recognize the shirt. But the hat is clear. This is a man of military power. He speaks again, but this time, in my native tongue--
"You were found with two items upon you. A ring, and a tattoo on your forehead."
He kneels down before me-
"Tell me outsider, what do these mean?"
I am now completely lost. I posses items for which I cannot account for. I try my best to make a clear knowledgeable response, seeing as I am still upside down. His eyes demand a proper response from me. My jaw isn't gonna like me by the end of the day
"Sir, I do not know who I am, or where I am. These items that you speak of. I cannot give you the answer you inquire of me."
He reaches his hand into his pocket, wrestling around in there for a few seconds, and pulls out a gold circular object. Is that it? I am suddenly hit with a storm of emotions and memories concerning the ring. My eyes twitch and turn as my mind races faster and faster for answers. My eyes roll as I faintly hear the man scream at me for an answer.
Pain doubles in my chest and face with every blow of anger he delivers, but my mind is elsewhere. It is searching for his answer. Searching for mines. What does this tattoo on my forehead say? Where did I get this ring? More questions unanswered. The sounds of machinery awaken in the room as the saws and blades that surrounded me have all of a sudden turned against me. I do not care about the pain. I just want answers. I do not understand any of this.
I AM AFRAID
