Dark Halos

Unexpected Results

The hallucinations slowly grew on me as I stared out the window to see the colorful schools of fish. They could of been real, but I was never really sure until someone told be otherwise. I should of died in that rotten hole while the creatures were born into this new life. The unfortunate circle of life that everyone goes through until the end.

The first thing I woke to was the face of a plague doctor, holding in my scream to not wake the others around me. I took in the surroundings of the infirmary, praying that this wasn't a sleep paralysis. It felt like my limps were secured in restraints. Looking down, that wasn't the case. A silver sheen covered parts of my forearms, wires from multiple intravenous therapies were inserted into my skin. Drawing out blood and inserting fluids into my system to make me be at ease.

"How are you feeling?" The plague doctor in black asked with his voice muffled. 

The concept of this came from European times when an epidemic or something of the unknown was being experienced. Glancing at my arms, I guessed that was what was happening. Looking up to the black sheen, it reminded me of the Damn Hybrids that was nursing to her children.

"By your lack of answer, I guess you're taking in your surroundings."

"What scent you smelling?" I asked as I tried to sniff the air as if I had the ability of guess at such a distance.

"Juniper berries," his voice was soft, contrasting against the sharp features from his black mask. 

"Berries sounds good right now," I reached out to run a finger down the beak of the mask. Upon closer inspection, it was delicately designed with gold intricate swirls. "Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Of course," his voice sounded as if he gave a small smile, using his cane to move my hand out of the way from his beak. "You were shot by group leader Anon Jones who kidnapped his sister Catherine. On accounts of witness statements, he tried to assault you the day before by the bruises on your body."

His cane was made out of a dark glass that gave it an illusion of being black. The handle was gold with an easy grip, the doctor had a firm one where he softly pointed at the marks along my breast and wrists. Moving it along my skin, he hovered over the entry point of the bullet wound that was now bandaged up.

"He then stole the recipe to create bullets and used you as a guinea pig by turning against his advances," the bottom of the cane lightly grazed the wrapping around my chest. "The rest is unaccounted for."

"What do you mean?"

"You were in that grotto for a long period of time. If I have to guess, the bullet dissolved into your veins and you experienced iron poisoning." The cane lightly went up and down my chest along my chest cavity. "Luckily, the bullet didn't disperse all the way as half of it was lodged into the bone. If it injected into the bone, then that would of been dire. You don't have to worry since it's out."

The doctor placed the cane against the wall as he pulled out a small circular dish. A small shell of a bullet was lightly rolling inside. More than half of it had broken down into a thin shiny powder. He giggled softly before placing it back where he claimed it from.

"Since your didn't discharge the bullet, I can run some rests to see what the components are made of."

"What about my arms?" I moved my arms to show him, the heavy weight made me rethink my decision. It was his gloved hand that caught it before it hit the mattress.

"That's for you to tell me," he said picking up the cane with a great velocity. Lightly touching the mark of my forearm with the rounded end of the cane. "You were gone for a period of time, hidden by a monster's body. When you were pulled out, you were covered in a liquid that resembled the color your skin now."