Project Sorna

Thirty-six

                                All too real. All too real. The sentence played again and again in my head as my own free-will drained from within. Their bindings weren't enough to hold me down from having a mental malfunction driven by my sensors.

                                Before I knew it, my body was in the air before the floor knocked me cold in the head.

                               Another vision manifested.

                              Charging was all that came to mind. Being the 'swift thief' of  the forest made me all the more exhilarated. I ran-I ran with my pack. From both sides, they caught up just in line with me & made that sound of pursuing. Everything revolved around our bond for the other. We had the whole ecosystem to ourselves. We made our  way at least five miles before a carnivore came barreling for us.

                            "Make yourself comfortable. Your gonna need it." my seeming reality whispered.

                          I felt revived from all that came crashing down. Like a new world had evolved around me from the dead. The figures surrounding me saw my change quite literally-but I never got the opportunity to see for myself what predator I have become within.

                         Voices rang clear as a bell. Voices that were of those that I recognized in this reality. At the same time, each of them were like ghosts talking.

                       "Leave the sass-head alone!" demanded him.

                      "We can't just wait and get right on lucky-she could be living on the edge!" quipped a feminized voice.

                     "No shit, Madame Einstein!"

                    "Christ be with the two of you!" piped up a third. "She ain't fading!"

                   Every individual voice was more realistic then the last. I opened my eyes to see the light flickering, gaining the circuit back in seconds. As if I couldn't be more isolated from home sweet home. Something about it's intensity made me feel all warm inside. No more lifelessness.

                  This was where I held my last breath. Or what felt like it.

                 That's when I turned to meet him again. Same cross necklace. Same gentle tone of voice. Same person.

                "Good girl....eyes on me."

               I dreaded all of his existence, after all. I never asked to be resurrected, but everything happens for a reason. Coincidences don't make excuses for beating around any bush with this girl.

              He smiled boyishly. "You always had that look at me."

              And then there was his flattery. Never worked on me.

             He paid all of his attention at the presences behind the curtain, making an overall check with them about whatever.  Conversation kept on back and forth, back and forth. Nothing came up with the sudden mechanical issue that nearly came to cutting my life short.

              I shook from the neck down as a fit played in my ear. The trinket crackled to life in merely seconds.

             Someone from outside the camp had managed to get in my head. Perhaps  it could have been the ghosts haunting my new existence in this world, envious to get back at me. Who it was-I had an idea of.

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           Hearing a knife stab wasn't the best experience for the young lady. But it wasn't all too bad with the tainted blood on her hands from before. Now that Lara Croft had the inner transmit speaker on her, she was confident to make her voice as recognizable as possible. But it wasn't her voice that came through.

          "Prestley! It's me-I'm here for you!"

          Maybe it was her location that made the audio dysfunctional, surrounded by thick shelter.  No moonlight would reveal her-in addition to the mud. Wilderness couldn't fail her, now.

        "Damn it...answer for me!"