The Prototype

The Open Sea

Air. Fresh, clean air. Oh, I can feel it. It's cleanses my lungs, and empty my thoughts. I suck it in adoring the beautiful sense. In and out I breathe. Air. Glorious. It's opening my mind, washing away the darkness. Breathe.

I wake up in a gasp. Sand flies off me as I sit up abruptly. I place my hand over my chest feeling my heart thud like a drum. Darkness surrounds me. A black sheet over the skies. A cool night. The crash of waves echoe in the night. Sand and pebbles and tickle my feet. I twist my body to look around me there was nothing but, sand and in the distance a tropical forest. I twist towards the ocean to see the moon casts over the water brightly, creating a erie glow to the air.

I grab the sand in my fist and let it trickled through the crevice of my fingers. I smile as I repeat it, feeling each and every tiny grain fall against my palm. I don't question what happened, assuming to much thought could provoke fear. Instead I concentrated on the new, the air, the sand and.... the water! I reach over to the edge of the ocean and attempted to touch it but my reach is too short. I place myself onto my stomach, and pull myself along the shore. I lunge myself close enought to submerge my hand in the blue. It's silk. Cold and smooth. I drag myself even further, enough to keep my head above the water. I feel my long white hair move against the current. My unclothed body is being cleansed, washed of the dirt and scum. I soak in every moment, letting it be remembered. I layed there for hours starring at the stars, admiring their sparkle. I was at peace.

Then a voice is heard. A male voice. He is shouting. It is unaudible what he was crying, but it neared. I sit up, looking around, seeing what they might be here for. Scared, I Try getting farther in the water but before I can, the man reaches the coastline. "There she is," he yelled, " She's alive." Two followers are behind him, with a bright light guiding their path. They reach me,and automatically drag me out of the water. I look back, already wanting to return. "Look for the code on the back. Turn her over if you have too,". The man with the light huffed, out of breath. The two men sit me up and run their finger down my spine. I hear a faint count of numbers then a sigh of relief. "It's her." The man says, pulling the hair on his forehead back, " 3 years, and she is finally found. 3 years...." He laughs out of joy, "Haha, Finally! We can get back to Nexus. Take her to base!"