Pull (originally published as Deep Darkness v1)

Unrelenting Tasks

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Unrelenting Tasks

    'Why can't I stop this?' I pull the trigger. There is a wide bust of blood that sprays from the back of his head. The man's body lays out bleeding before me. He isn't dead. He is continuing to beg. I (no, not me but whatever demon whose eyes I am borrowing) reach down and grabs the man's wallet. There is only a few dollars in it. Nothing more, just enough for a one night fix. In frustration the demon tosses the wallet down on the ground. Minutes pass, the demon I inhabit doesn't bother covering up the corpse or go for help. He just watches as the man bleeds out finally passing his last breath.

    I wake up in my room and I am naked. Covered only by a white sheet. I can feel my body but it feels broken. My arms feel numb and my legs feel like I have been running for hours. There is a foul smell in the stale air. There is a cup of water sitting on a grey table next to my bed. I immediately reach for it. I almost smile, relieved that my body is listening to the commands my mind sends out. My throat feels like I have been inhaling fire. My gums hurt. I feel like my teeth haven't been brushed in a week. The water hits my tongue but it doesn't taste like water. It tastes sweet like tea. I drink it fast, too fast and begin to choke. I clear my throat and keep drinking and finish the entire thing before I even realize it. It does nothing to quench my thirst. I feel dehydrated, dizzy. I fall back into my bed and fall asleep.

    I wake up again in the white room. How many times now, three, maybe four. I feel like I'm being tortured. I lost track of time. Every moment seems to blend into the next. I a father, a mother, a child. I am a soldier, a warrior, a doctor. I am a beggar, a CEO, a banker. I am living in a house. I am staring at a mirror. I am driving in a desert. Time blends. There is nothing important and nothing in particular to focus on. I am drowning, watching the lives of strangers flash before my eyes. How many now? Hundred? More?

    I'm standing in combat armor holding an M44. This feels more recent. I'm not alone. Other soldiers dressed in simlar garb surround me. We are doing survelliance through an alien ship. Something appraches. It doesn't rely on sight to see. A giant spider like limb stretches out from the darkness. Then another. Both limbs reach out grabbing the soldier next to me right out of his boots. We fire our weapons but nothing happens. Then I see the monsters tusk. There is blood all over my suit. There is blood all over the ground. I must be hurt. The monster grabs me and pulls me closer to its face and looks me directly in the eyes. It is an antliod. The vision ends. I'm floating through the darkness again trapped in my own thoughts. Is this what it means to be a 'user'?

    A week passes. I'm sitting in the chair in the white room. I can feel my body again. I never realized how much I would love to get my senses back. Slowly I start to feel like myself again. "Mental conditioning is almost complete," I hear a voice say. A black veil is covering my eyes but I can still see the silhouette of several figures surrounding me. "Has he seen a Skrav yet?" another voice asks, "No but we suspect he will soon. He's already had more then a dozen visions. A few we are sure come from the future. I doubt he will be able to tell us anything but who knows? Maybe it won't all be a blur even if he doesn't survive the next few days." The voices continue to talk. 'Survive the next few days?' Am I going to die like this? Are we, 'users' nothing but cattle. No this is just training, they are getting my body use to what it takes, if this kills me I was never going to survive anyway. I will survive. I wish I could cut them out. I don't recognize any of the voices. They seem to only grow more and more distant. I can't take anymore. I'm not seeing what they want me to see. Much of the rest of my week is nothing but the same and then I see a Skrav.