Angel's genes - woken in Now

Chapter 1Woken

It was dark.

Wheezy breath broke through the silence. It sounded as if somebody had been pulled shortly before the drowning from the water. They came from a person. From me.

Carefully I turned the head, however, immediately became to me dizzy. Me... I could not feel my body! With heavy eyelids I tried to look around. Darkly. Nothing but impenetrable, deep black darkness. I winked, however, changed this nothing. There remained dark.

Where was I? I did not know it. Why I did not know where I was and how had I come here generally?

I felt something else than the dizziness. A beating faster becoming slowly in my breast. My breath faltered and my heart paused for a blow when a thought shot by my head. The beating became a panic fluttering. An iron tape lay down around my throat and cut off to me the air.

Me? Who was I? The fluttering became even quicker, pure, stung, burnt. Who was I? My thoughts overturned when I looked for an answer. But there nothing was. Who was I? Everything blank. Who am I? Who am I? Quick as a flash the thought whirled in my head. No answer. Who am I? But there nothing was. No name, no recollections. Nothing. Only Now and the uncontrollably nervous bird in my breast, the tried one now with his claws a way outward to win itself. Out of the darkness. Who was I? Why could I not remember? What had happened?

Why ...?

No. Nothing but the questions which hammered with chisels to my temples. Calm down. I had to go here out. All the same where was here.

I closed the eyes, even if it made no difference. Deeply breathe deeply. This Now. This counted. Step by step. Where? I held the eyes closed. In the darkness I could recognise anyway nothing. A quiet drop. Slowly and irregularly. A leaky pipe? The noise did not resound with the walls, it was a small space.

My body trembled, my fingertips hurt. The cold bored like hundreds of needle stings into my skin. I opened my eyes again. They burnt. I concentrated upon my body. Deeply breathe deeply. I tried to persuade the bird reassuringly, until he sat down again. This Now.

Deaf and lame, from the cold. This Now. When I me moved around in the darkness herumzutasten, read up the cold, revealed pain concealed under it. Slowly I moved my arm, the hand. She was stiff, thus as I would not have used them long. My muscles moved painfully as if they had clasped convulsively something.

Then I touched my body. I carried something. Something soft. A material. My arms were naked. Thin bearers. Convulsively I tried to remember a word. Top. Yes, a top. I found out that I was female. Female. Well, with it I could start something. Coarse material in my leg. Jeans. I laid my hand on it. She trembled. I felt that the trousers had wore out. Okay.

Only now struck me how hard the subsoil was. My cheek lay on hard rock. Concrete. I lay on the side. I tried hochzuhieven. Supported me on my elbow and groaned involuntarily. I clenched the teeth. Wheezy I snapped at air. next. I high squeezed. One more pain sound. A whimpering. The only noise in the unreal silence.

Glowing, piercing pain went in my side. Suppressed I squealed. It burnt like fire. I could not move my leg. I tried to pull it to myself, in vain.

The bird became worried, hit with the wings, wanted from his cage to escape. Bit by bit I pulled myself up and then

if I broke down, hit hard on the concrete. A quiet clack. A pressure around my foot joint. I was weak, so weak and tired. In my head everything turned, questions, pains, desperation, everything became one single confusion.

I moved the other leg. It bumped against something. Again there sounded the quiet clink. Pressed I inhaled and from and pressed my hand my side. I touched in something wet, viscous. Only a moment later my confused mind understood that it was a blood. My blood.

A help shout suffocated in my throat. Whom wanted I to call? Which had done this to me? I touched the wound and bit the lip not to squeal loudly. She was long and deep. Pain was so intensive as if a glowing knife was rammed with every heartbeat into my body.

Slowly the darkness became blurred before my eyes. Was substituted by another kind of the darkness, colder and more fatally.

The feeling left my body, seeped by the cold concrete. I knew one: I would die. Here, in the darkness. Only. Without knowing who was I. Who had been I.

Do not surrender. I needed certainty. With my last excess powers I moved. Bent my body, centimetre pushed me whimpering for centimetre about the ground, until I could lay my hand on my shinbone. My leg lay there, as it did not belong to my body as if it had never belonged to it. I stretched the hand, down to my ankle. My shaking fingers touched something cold. Metal. An iron tape around my ankle. Under the biggest strain I got to move my leg. A chain rattled malicious on the concrete. Somebody had chained me.

Panic started to spread out in me.

Somebody held on me here. Why?, it resounded by my head.

Somebody knew that I was here, knew what happened with me, and knew who was I. However, I did not think that this allowed to go Somebody me. Further the feeling seeped in the ground, the cold crept to me in the bones, on and on I was pulled in the deadly embrace of the darkness. My eyes had stopped to burn. Would one simply leave me here?

The bird was quiet and arose without opposition in his destiny.

However, at least this unknown enemy knew that there was me, I thought made easier, before everything disappeared without a trace.