Chapter 1- Death

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Dedicated to Florence... I hope I don't fail this thing.

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Chapter 1

You live in the midst of deception; in their deceit they refuse to acknowledge me," declares the Lord. (Jeremiah 9:6)

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

That was the first thing I heard as I came to.

It was night. I was lying on something soft and warm; very different from cold, hard pavement.

Pavement. Memories came flooding back to me.

Blood. Flying through the air, weightless.

Dying. People surrounding me.

Darkness. An ambulance coming.

 Taking a deep breath, the scent of something familiar drifted to my nose.

Peering down, I saw one of my legs in a white case. I stared dumbly at it, my brain so loaded with drugs that I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing.

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

The hypnotic beeping slowly lulled me to sleep.

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The next time I woke up, I felt hot. Too hot. Trying to shift into a more comfortable position, I suddenly felt an inferno spark up in my body.

The beeping from the night increased, becoming so fast that it could be blurred into a single tone.

People suddenly rushed towards me, wearing big white coats and dangly black snakes on their necks.

"Make it stop," I tried to yell out, "Make it stop!"

In my mind, I was screaming and kicking and yelling. On the outside however, I merely lay there as more and more people came in.

The pain was all I could think of. The fire crept along my legs, up my spine and across my chest. I remember drifting in and out of consciousness, always aware of that burning sensation.

During a period of lucidness, I overheard people talking in hushed tones.

"Intensive care... Cryogenics... Not much to lose"

"High risk... no guarantee... death..."

There's that word again; Death.

That was the last thing I remember of the 21st century.

I think I remembered feeling cool air on my bare skin later on, as I dreamed of skating on the lake I lived by as a kid.

I'm not sure. It might have been just my imagination.

I guess I'll never know...

Death.

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